Bengtie: Add points to become stronger, I collect all the fate

The yard was filled with all kinds of objects that looked ancient.

In the middle of the yard sat an old man, holding a yellowed book and reading it carefully.

Huang Quan stepped forward and said respectfully: "Uncle Bei, we are here."

The old man raised his head, his eyes projected from behind the heavy glasses, full of wisdom.

He slowly put down the book, smiled and nodded: "You are here, I didn't expect you would come to me so late."

Chu Yun stepped forward and explained their predicament concisely: "Uncle Bei, we need your help.

We found a key, I hope you can tell us its secret."

The old man said "Oh" softly and stretched out his hand, "Let me see."

Huang Quan handed over the key, which was dark and exuded a mysterious light.

The old man looked at it carefully, his fingers sliding over the lines on the key, his brows slightly frowned, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he looked up and said: "This key, seemingly ordinary, contains an extremely ancient power.

It will take me some time to unravel its mystery."

"We can wait." Chu Yun said firmly, with an urgent look in his eyes.

At this time, Xing couldn't help but interrupt: "Uncle Bei, is it possible to find Mu Chuan through this key?"

The old man smiled slightly: "Maybe, but what is the real function of the key? This needs further research."

Huang Quan glanced around and asked cautiously: "By the way, Uncle Bei, has anyone come to inquire about anything recently?"

The old man nodded, his eyes slightly sank: "Indeed, there are a few strangers who have come here, and they seem to be very interested in everything here."

Hearing this.

The three of them couldn't help but feel nervous, and they were more convinced that their whereabouts might have been exposed long ago.

Chu Yun said: "It seems we have to be extra careful."

Just then, there was a slight noise outside the yard, like someone stepping on a dead branch, clearly audible.

The three immediately went on alert, Xing quickly flashed to the door, and observed the situation outside through the crack in the door.

"It seems that there is someone." Xing whispered.

Huang Quan took a fighting stance and clenched his weapon.

The old man reached out to stop them, and his face still maintained a calm expression: "Don't worry, it's my friend."

Sure enough, accompanied by slight footsteps, a thin figure walked into the yard.

He was wearing a gray cloak, and his face was hidden in the shadows.

But his voice was unexpectedly gentle: "Uncle Bei, I'll get something."

"Whatever." The old man waved his hand.

The man glanced at the people in the yard, nodded slightly, and then walked straight to the bookshelf beside him.

He took a few books and then disappeared into the night.

"Uncle Bei, who is this person?" Chu Yun asked curiously.

"He isA traveler, always looking for some strange stories, but very reliable. "

The old man said lightly, "Don't worry, rest here tonight and make plans tomorrow."

The three looked at each other and finally agreed to the old man's suggestion.

The tense atmosphere eased a little, and the yard returned to tranquility.

"Can we really sleep peacefully?" Xing still did not forget to express his concerns before lying down.

"Don't think too much, with Uncle Bei here, it's absolutely safe here." Huang Quan comforted.

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Chu Yun nodded, "We have to believe in Uncle Bei's arrangements."

The moonlight sprinkled on the ground through the treetops, looking particularly soft.

The three found a place to sit down, closed their eyes, and prepared to welcome the new day that was about to come.

"I hope I can find the answer tomorrow." Xing murmured.

"Don't worry, there will always be a way. "Huang Quan responded thoughtfully.

"Well, we'll wait and see." Chu Yun simply replied, and then fell into silence.

In the night, they each found a corner and tried to relax themselves.

Although there was still some uneasiness in their hearts, their tired bodies gradually sank into sleep.

Chu Yun lay on an old wooden board, looking at the starry sky, silently reciting his expectations for the unknown and his hopes for tomorrow.

Huang Quan curled up next to a pile of old books.

His breathing gradually became steady, while Xing leaned against a wall.

Holding a knife tightly in his hand, he seemed to be alert to the movements around him in his dream.

As the night deepened, the courtyard Every corner of the house fell silent.

Only the occasional sound of insects broke the silence.

The old man Bei Shu was still sitting there.

His eyes looked through the heavy lenses, as if he was thinking about the secret of the key.

And he seemed to be guarding this small yard and everyone in it.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the treetops and sprinkled on the three sleeping people.

They slowly opened their eyes and felt the arrival of a new day.

Chu Yun stood up first, stretched his waist, looked around, and found that the old man was no longer there. .