immortal

"Blind man!" I yelled into the crowd, "He can't hold it anymore!" But before the words were finished, Poker Bottle swayed and fell towards me. At this moment, a hand stretched out beside me to help me hold him up.

It was the leader of the Miao people, he turned his head and shouted something to the crowd, someone responded and ran away quickly.

I don't know if it's the effect of the tattoo, or because Poker Ping suffered the knife but didn't shed a drop of blood. The leader of the Miao people frowned, and his eyes glanced over Poker Ping's and me's faces from time to time.When the blind man arrived, he touched behind his ear with his hand, and said with a sigh of relief, "It should be fine."

The leader of the Miao people made a gesture, motioning for us to follow him.The fat man lowered his voice and said, "This won't bring us all together..." The blind man sneered, and said disdainfully, "That's their luck."

Poker bottle has completely lost consciousness, I simply carried him on my back, the fat man was still worried, he was still holding the stick in his hand, looking around vigilantly, but except for the few remaining torches to help us light the way, The rest of the Miao people all dispersed at once.As silent as they appeared.Until we were led to a building on stilts, the leader turned and left after shouting upstairs.

The door opened with a creak, and an old man appeared on the second floor and said in substandard Chinese, "Come on."

Different from the damp and cold outside, the stilted building is actually very dry and comfortable. In the main room in the middle, there is a place for ancestors. The old man let us to the left room. The bluestone firepit is burning, and there is a pot hanging on the tripod. I don’t know what is cooking. The fragrance is overflowing.The smell somewhat made us let go of our guard, and the blind man even lifted the lid to take a look after he sat down.

After the old man sat down, he saluted us, and we hurriedly returned one by one. Poker-Face was lying on the floor with his head resting on my leg, and there was no trace of blood on his face.The old man raised his hand—we noticed that his other sleeve was empty—and asked, "What's wrong with him?" We all looked at each other, not knowing what to say, but the old man continued: "The tattoos on his body are fake."

This sentence was like thunder on the ground. The fat man couldn't sit still at that time. He was pushed by the blind man. He pushed his sunglasses, smirked, and said: "Without tattoos, we naturally dare not come to the village. This is true." True or false...does it matter?"

The old man nodded and said: "It really doesn't matter whether it's true or not. If you can get this tattoo, you are destined. Naturally, the people in the village will not make things difficult for you..." He sighed, "I will get this tattoo for the last time. It was 20 years ago."

"You are!" Between the flashes, some clues quickly threaded into a thread, "You are the tattoo master!"

The old man smiled, "I'm not a tattoo master, it's just that I can draw this unicorn pattern."

Boyouping slept for a full day and night. The blind man said that it was caused by pain, just like a normal person's neurological shock, but he can recover after a night of sleep, but I am afraid that he will fall into suspended animation again, and he dare not even open his eyes. After closing it for a while, I finally waited until he woke up. My heart relaxed and I fell down beside him, which startled him when he just woke up.

During this day's time, the fat man and the blind man had already wandered around the village, and when they came back they were still hiccupping. The fat man looked at me lying on the bed and said with regret, "If you don't want me to go, , let me tell you about the girls in this village, alas, what kind of good mountains and rivers are needed to produce such delicate girls..." The blind man interrupted him and said, "If you want to get married here, the man has to serve as a housekeeper for the woman's family for three years. Long worker, would you like to?"

"Why don't you want to!" Fatty said bravely, hesitated for a moment and asked again: "Three years... so long?"

The blind man smiled and said, "I'm lying to you, but I still suggest that you stop thinking about it. They don't even want to intermarry those who are in the village. Why are you a Han Chinese joining in the fun!"

The fat man's regretful expression was so funny that even Boyouping couldn't help but smile, I said, stop talking so useless, what results do you see after going out for a day?

The blind man nodded and said, there are some ways, for example, the square where we fought last night.

"What happened to the square?"

The fat man said: "We did some research, and the square is indeed a bit strange." He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and showed it to me, "This was taken by Lao Qi secretly on the pavilion, so it's pretty clear!"

The photo captured the whole picture of the square, the gravel-paved ground, large circles surrounded by small circles, surrounding an eight-pointed star in the middle.

"This is Pole Star!" I blurted out.