Chapter 5444 is here
The young scholars must believe the answers that more people say.
But...
When a few people are themselves...
He doesn't know...
He felt that he wanted to believe in himself.
I don't even believe what I saw with my own eyes...
I say that hearing is false, seeing is true...
He doesn't even see with my own eyes...
I don't even see with my own eyes Believe...
What else can he believe?
...
But...
He couldn't ignore his brother's words.
Why?
The young scholar was very confused.
Why didn't anyone else see the black monster except him...oh, and that child...
No one else saw the black monster?
They think it doesn't exist because they didn't see it.
Then he saw it, so he thought it existed...
Isn't it also very reasonable?
Why...
I'm sure they are right.
And what he saw was only... imagination?
…
The young scholar could not accept it.
"Brother."
The young scholar had an idea.
"You come with me."
"Look again."
"Maybe you can see the black monster."
" >
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"Brother."
The young scholar looked at him with great gaze, "Believe me."
"There are really black monsters."
>"I'm not the only one who sees it."
"Since that child has seen it too, you can see it too."
"Go with me..."
...
The woodcutter's eyes were complicated. Looking at the young scholar.
"Brother..."
...
"Brother, believe me!"
The young scholar was a little excited.
He grabbed the woodcutter's arm.
"Really."
"You go with me."
"You can see it, too."
"You just know that what I said is true!"
... …
"Brother!"
A trace of prayer appeared on the young scholar's face.
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The woodcutter sighed in his heart.
"...Okay."
He finally nodded.
...
The young scholar's eyes lit up.
"That's great."
"Then let's go now!"
...
...
The woodcutter looked out the window.
The rain is still falling.
But the rain has become milder.
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"Okay."
The woodcutter nodded.
…
The young scholar immediately turned over and got out of bed.
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"Brother."
The woodcutter caught up with the young scholar who was walking out of the inn.
Press the umbrella in your hand on the young scholar's head. "It's raining."
The woodcutter frowned slightly.
"I was already wet with rain."
"Why are you not paying attention at all?"
...
The young scholar smiled. "I forgot."
The young scholar wanted to get to the house he had before.
No extra energy to focus on other things.
…
The woodcutter shook his head slightly.
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The young scholar walked very fast.
Walking on the road, the young scholar realized the fact that the black monster had left before.
He may not necessarily see black monsters in the past.
He pinched his fingers tightly.
I felt a little anxious.
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But no matter what, let's go first.
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But the more urgent the problem is, the more likely it is to encounter.
The young scholar found that he could not find his way.
At that time, he arrived at the house in a daze.
He couldn't remember the memories at all when he got there.
…
"What's wrong?"
Since the young scholar who was walking anxiously slowed down, the woodcutter looked around.
Isn't this not here?
Why did you stop?
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The young scholar pursed his lips.
He felt a little embarrassed to tell the woodcutter that he didn't remember the road.
He felt very upset.
...
"Don't feel comfortable?"
The woodcutter's face changed. "Just say you just got wet in the rain and need more rest."
"You don't listen."
"I'm going to come out-"
...
"Brother."
The young scholar interrupted the woodcutter.
"I'm not feeling uncomfortable."
"I just..."
The young scholar paused and said, "...I don't know how to leave..."
The young scholar's voice was vague.
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No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"What?"
The woodcutter frowned slightly, "You can shout louder."
He approached the young scholar.
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The young scholar's mouth twitched slightly.
But the anxiousness in his heart still made him make a sound.
"I..."
"I don't remember the location of that house."
...
The woodcutter heard it clearly.
"Don't remember?"
Soon, the woodcutter shook his head in an understanding, "You know how confused you were..."
"It was like losing your soul. ”
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The young scholar said nothing.
Although he had just happened before, his memory was already a little blurred.
He remembered what happened after the black monster appeared...
I remember that my heart was unwilling, resentment, and hysterical...
...
...
>"Go to this."
The woodcutter did not care about the silence of the young scholar.
He took steps.
"Come with me."
...
"Brother, do you know?"
The young scholar was a little surprised.
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The woodcutter curled his lips.
"Otherwise how did I find you?"
"You know too."
"I have always remembered the road."
The woodcutter is used to entering and leaving the mountains.
There are no roads in the mountains.
It is easy to encounter various situations.
If you get lost in the mountains, the consequences will be unimaginable.
So he has become accustomed to remembering the way.
I don’t know if it was cultivated innately or acquiredly, he is very sensitive to direction.
As long as he walks once, he can basically remember it.
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Oh.
The young scholar nodded.
My brother is indeed very good at remembering the road.
He remembered.
He had a few rare accidents when he was a child and could not find his way home, but in the end his brother found him.
This time...
Too.
The young scholar thought that he almost fell into the well...
The young scholar was slightly stunned.
At that time...
Is it the black monster that saved him?
Is it possible?
The black monster is so small...
He is so big...
Can the black monster really pull him up?
The black monster really has such a lot of strength?
But if it weren't for the black monster who saved him...
Who saved him again?
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"Brother."
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"Brother."
...
The young scholar suddenly came back to his senses.
What?
…….
The woodcutter's eyebrows raised slightly.
"Here."
...
Ah?
The young scholar subconsciously raised his eyes.
A somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar house caught his eye.
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"It's here."
The woodcutter reached out to pat the stone lion next to him.
"What are you going to do next?"
...
"Look for the black monster."
The young scholar blurted out.
This is his purpose here.
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"How to find it?"
The woodcutter continued to ask.
...
The young scholar was stopped.
How to find it?
Yes...
He suddenly realized a fact.
After so long together...
No time has he taken the initiative to find a black monster.
It was all black monsters that appeared in front of him on their own initiative.
Including today, too.
Today I could see the black monster, but I didn't find anything wrong...
Now I want to come...
Did the black monster keep following him?
Or why would he happen to appear in front of him who had entered the abandoned house?
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"Brother?"
The woodcutter reached out and pushed the young scholar, "What are you stupid?"