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Chapter 48 The Legend of Shimagou (2)

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    The middle-aged man narrowed his cloudy eyes and turned his head to look at the creaking door.

    "That legend, is it true? I want to see it."

    He lay on his stomach and slowly moved his body towards the edge of the bed.

    The pain made him tremble all over, and the pain in his chest made him almost suffocate.

    The middle-aged man rolled under the bed, breathed hard with his mouth wide open, and seemed to have died.

    Clutching his chest, he gritted his teeth and stood up, walking to the door of the room.

    Opening the creaking door, his expression twisted in pain.

    Grabbing the door, he held his chest for a while, and his stomach for a while, feeling uncomfortable in his internal organs.

    The wind outside whined, and the loess at the door was rolled up, rolled straight into the room, and fell on the middle-aged man.

    The middle-aged man shivered, pursed his dry mouth, got up from the ground, bent over, and walked out of the room step by step.

    Walking towards the west path, probably because of winter, there were no people along the way, only the buzzing wind was walking with him.

    On the narrow path, the middle-aged man was bent over, his thin body trembling in the wind, and the soles of his feet were a pair of shoes with exposed toes.

    The body is patched with patched clothes, and the northwest wind always gets into the clothes, and the frozen middle-aged body shrinks together.

    He was only wearing thin, patched clothes that wrapped his thin body inside. Looking from the back, he could faintly see the bulging spine on his back.

    There is also a bone protruding from the back of the ankle.

    The unkempt hair is crowded on the head, and a few straws are stuck on the top of the head.

    The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and walked forward. The road to the west was yellow and long, like a long river with no end, shaking in his eyes.

    The middle-aged man walked forward step by step, his knees were slightly bent, and his feet were trembling.

    He coughed a few times, covered his chest with his hands and walked forward bent over.

    The place he is going to is the legendary Shimagou.

    The place where you can see the white horse, the place where people's wishes can come true.

    A place where people can feel gold by touching it.

    Finally arrived at the mountain, the middle-aged man slumped on the grass, squeezed his dry mouth, stood up on the ground, and walked forward unsteadily.

    "Shimagou, Shimagou" He stared at the mountain range in front of him, calling Shimagou over and over again in his heart, he must go to that place.

    The toes poked out from the toe of the toe, revealing the yellowish nails.

    A cold wind blew up on the mountain, and the pine branches swayed back and forth. The middle-aged man squinted his eyes, put his hands on his knees, and bent over to look at the mountain in front of him.

    As long as you pass this mountain, you will arrive at Shimagou.

    There are beautiful mountains and clear waters. When I was young, I went there with my sisters to catch small fish, crabs, and shrimps from the ditches.

    He smiled, bent over and walked forward step by step, with his knees against his trousers, and he could see the bones in the shape of his knees.

    The middle-aged man smiled, as if he heard the water in the river flowing downwards, and saw fish and shrimp running around in the clear water.

    He grinned hard with his cracked lips, and the northwest wind made a whining sound, like a sharp knife scraping his face.

    He could only lick his chapped lips with his tongue, gritted his teeth and walked forward.

    After finally turning over the mountain, the middle-aged man's mouth split open many times, and he licked it many times with his tongue.

    But it was useless, the wind like a knife cut the lips open, and a few blood flowed out from the inside, and the bright red blood was about to flow out of the crack, like a pomegranate that burst open.

    (To be continued) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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