As a result, the strong man frowned: "You guys come from all the way to see the fool?"

Yang Tianming didn't know what to say.

Anyway, they came from all over the world, not to see the old sows! "Okay, okay, since you like to see fools so much, then go.

That fool lives in the first place at the east end of the village, but don’t blame me for not reminding you, that guy looks normal, but there are some problems here!”

The strong man said, pointing to his head.

"Thanks."

Yang Tianming nodded and understood the strong man's meaning.

Then, he took all the girls toward the east end of the village.

At this moment, Yang Tianming was full of thoughts.

He could imagine what would be waiting for them in the house at the east end of the village.

Because his hometown is the first one at the east end of the village! The small village is not big, and it is only more than 200 meters away from the west end of the village to the east end of the village. And along the way, everyone was very concerned.

Du Xiaodie couldn't help asking, "If that guy is the author of our world, then have he finished writing his story?"

Yang Tianming smiled bitterly: "If you think about this issue carefully, it will be a paradox."

"paradox?"

Du Xiaodie was puzzled.

Yang Tianming did not explain.

Because at this moment, the problems he was thinking in his mind were far more complicated than what Du Xiaodie thought.

In this small mountain village, the roads are neat and the houses are arranged in a scattered manner. Almost every household has green brick and green tiles and a small courtyard with a wall. Various agricultural machinery are parked in the yard, some raise dogs, ducks, and chickens... The drainage ditches on both sides of the road are full of weeds, all kinds of and green.

If we say that this small mountain village is so beautiful, there is nothing, it just looks particularly real! Soon, the group arrived at the first one at the east end of the village.

It looks nothing special about this family, but the house looks older.

But if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that in addition to the old house, the courtyard is particularly desolate, and even the vegetable garden is full of weeds. It is obvious that no one has taken care of it for a long time, and there is a sense of decay and desolation everywhere.

"Will that author be fierce?"

Du Xiaodie held Yang Tianming's arm, a little scared.

Jiang Xinyue raised her chest and said proudly: "What are you afraid of? Now we have already jumped out of his world. And there are so many of us. If he dares to be fierce, he will beat him up!"

As he said that, Jiang Xinyue shook her fist.

"You guys..." Li Yuyao smiled, "You'll know if you go in."

The iron door of the yard was covered in rust. Judging from the traces on the ground, the door seemed to have not been opened for a long time.

Ren Ying couldn't help but frown: "What kind of life is this guy living?"

"Is this a question?"

Yang Tianming smiled bitterly, "From the uncle's words just now, this guy is just a dead house."

"Stay at home, just to write novels every day?"

Du Xiaodie asked.

Jiang Xinyue shook her head: "But during the time we left, has he stopped creating?"

Several people were talking in a low voice.

Yang Tianming pushed open the door and shouted inside: "Hello, is anyone?"

Although I know there should be someone inside, I should be more polite when I shout before entering the door.

There was no movement inside.

"let's go."

Yang Tianming took the lead and walked into the courtyard.

To be honest, he couldn't help feeling nervous at this moment.

Everyone followed Yang Tianming and soon came outside the somewhat old house.

This is a brick and tile house that looks a bit old. The original red bricks have turned brown and are corroded by wind and rain. They have experienced many vicissitudes of life. Even many bricks are covered with dark green moss, and many ivy creepers are hung on the walls, which are very messy.

The windows in the house were all closed and blocked the thick curtains, which looked like they were completely unoccupied.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but frown.

Yang Tianming went to knock on the door.

"Dangdangdang--!"

The iron door made a dull sound, just like everyone's heartbeat at this moment.

But Yang Tianming knocked for a long time, but there was no sound inside.

"Sleep?"

"It's not dead."

"ah?

You said this, it is really possible..." Several people muttered in a low voice.

Yang Tianming also frowned slightly.

He was definitely unwilling to leave just like that.

Then, he tried to pull the door.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be opened with a slight pull! The iron door was opened, and a dark and decay smell came out from it.

The women couldn't help but even fan the air in front of them.

"This smell..." Yang Tianming couldn't help but frown.

Can such an environment be inhabited by people? Everyone looked inside curiously.

The first thing that caught my eye was a narrow corridor, with two rooms on both sides of the corridor, and the doors were also closed at this moment.

Yang Tianming is very familiar with this layout because his hometown is a house structure. There should be a kitchen directly in front of the corridor, and there are living rooms on both sides. On their side, there is no living room structure.

Yang Tianming walked in and knocked on the door on the left again.

There is still no movement.

Yang Tianming turned the handle and pushed open the door.

Then, another even more sour smell came out.

The damp smell, mixed with the smell of alcohol and instant noodles seasoning, came out.

This smell is quite sour.

Du Xiaodie and Jiang Xinyue almost vomited directly.

After they opened the door completely and dissipated the charming smell, everyone could see clearly what was going on in the house.

It's simply a garbage station! Beer bottles, instant noodle packaging bags, smelly socks, toilet paper, and instant noodle boxes with half-box noodle soup... there is almost no place to stay.

The room was blocked with thick curtains, making the light dimmer, but now the door was opened, and you could still see clearly the layout and decorations inside the house.

The things in the room are very simple, with only a small bed and a TV cabinet. On the TV cabinet is an old 21-inch TV, next to it is a computer desk full of garbage and ash. On the computer desk is an antique monitor with big heads. In the ashtray, cigarette butts are piled up like mountains and ash is sprinkled on the keyboard... And the only light source in the room is the lit monitor.

But strangely, the room was empty! Just as everyone was curious about where the people who lived here went, the room opposite the corridor opened and a person came out.

The man was in his twenties, tall and thin, wearing glasses, a vest and trousers, his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and he was holding a few pieces of toilet paper in his hand. His eyes were dull, and he obviously hadn't reacted yet that so many people had come to his house.

But after a moment of pause, the man was shocked and said, "You, you... are you?"
Chapter completed!