It seemed that no one had talked to this old man for a long time. At the dinner table, he didn't care whether we liked to listen or not. He started chatting with us on his own, and from time to time he looked at us worriedly like a child, as if he was afraid that we would get bored of him.

The old man's surname is Wang. According to himself, he was a veteran who retired during the War of Resistance Against Japan.

"When I first entered the army... I was incorporated into the 99th Army... It was Commander Xu's army..." The old man said to us with a smile, his tone was very weak. Compared to the old man's old age, this old man was truly in his twilight years.

"Grandpa, have you ever fought the Japanese with the troops?" Zhou Yujia asked curiously.

"I've fought!" The old man slapped the table excitedly, with a proud look on his face, and his dialect accent was very strong when he spoke: "I have killed thirteen Japanese in the Battle of Subei!"

I asked tentatively: "Grandpa Wang, is the 99th Revolutionary Army you mentioned? The 99th Revolutionary Army of the National People's Party?"

Maybe it was because I was thrusting at that time, or maybe I didn’t think much about it. In short, I just asked this and almost slapped myself afterwards.

Hearing my words, the old man's face stiffened, his shriveled mouth smiled bitterly, and he nodded: "Yes... I am a soldier of the Kuomintang..."

"After the Battle of Subei...we were captured..." The old man sighed, buried his head tremblingly, and drank fish soup that was unknown.

"Didn't you fight the Japanese? Why were you still captured?" Zhou Yujia was a little surprised. After all, some things cannot be explained clearly in the contents of the book, nor can ordinary people guess.

The old man didn't continue talking, and drank the soup silently, and his turbid eyes gradually turned red.

Seeing this, Zhou Yujia also understood that she shouldn't ask questions. I hurriedly helped her to change the topic: "Grandpa, you are quite far from the town, it's going to take time to buy this fish, right?"

"I caught it..." The old man raised his head with a smile and pointed to the back of the where we were sitting. Of course, there was just an ordinary wall, and what he was referring to was probably behind the wall.

"There is a pool there, very deep, but small..." The old man said, constantly gestured to us with his hands. In his description, it was a strange pool.

The water surface is probably not as big as a room, which is only three or four square meters. The water is black and bottomless.

What makes me confused the most is where this pool is located.

"Under the tree in the back house... a pile of dead leaves floated on the pond water... others couldn't find it..." The old man said to us: "I happened to find this place a few years ago. There were fish inside, but not many, so I could only catch them from time to time..."

"Grandpa, what do you usually live on?" I was a little curious about this question. After all, this place is not in front of the village or the shop behind it. It takes a while to go to the town, let alone the place cannot find a car to go out in the wilderness. How did he survive just by just the old man?

"There are many wild vegetables on the mountain, and I can go to the pond to catch some fish from time to time..." The old man flattened his mouth and smiled relaxedly: "The villagers nearby often come to help me, and they are doing well..."

I couldn't help but look at the old man's dirty coat, then glanced at the tattered house, and asked in a low voice: "The state has not given any subsidies or anything?"

The old man was stunned and shook his head and smiled: "You can't cause trouble to the country at will..."

"Is it because of identity?" I saw a flash in the old man's eyes, and then I vaguely thought of something I shouldn't have thought of.

Hearing this, the old man didn't answer me, but just smiled, and the bitterness on his face became hard to hide.

"Little kids, you sit and rest, grandpa go to wash dishes..." The old man stood up tremblingly, packing the dishes happily, his face full of happiness: "No one has been chatting with me for a long time..."

"I'll go, grandpa, please sit first." Zhou Yujia smiled, then stood up, took the dishes from the old man, turned around and wanted to wash the dishes, but suddenly he was stunned: "Where are you washing?"

"I have to go to the pond to fetch water. I'll fetch water. You two children just sit and rest..." The old man smiled and walked to the corner of the house, picked up the wooden barrels placed on the ground, and walked out of the house with a sloppy step. Zhou Yujia and I looked at each other and followed them at the same time.

This old man is not young anymore, so we are worried that he will fetch water alone.

Although he used to fetch water by himself... but he couldn't ignore it when he saw it...

"This old man seems to have no relatives anymore." Zhou Yujia walked side by side with me and whispered.

I nodded. This is definitely a certain thing. If there are relatives, then can his descendants and other relatives bear to see him suffer alone here?

"By the way, I just took a look. His house has two rooms. If you want to rest here at night, you can go to another room and I sleep in the hall. Just make do with it for one night." I said.

"Well, then I'll go and see the sunflower tomorrow!" Zhou Yujia said excitedly.

Just when I was about to say "I will definitely make the sun come out tomorrow", suddenly, I shivered for no reason, feeling an unspeakable danger approaching us.

No, if I guess correctly, we should be approaching the danger.

"Old man, don't rush to leave first. There seems to be something there..." I stepped forward and grabbed the old man, staring at the pile of dead leaves not far away, and my heart was raised.

There is definitely something in that place, and it is something extremely tricky......... It feels dangerous...

"What?" the old man turned his head and looked at me, and said strangely: "Are you talking about the pond water?"

I was a little stunned, then nodded and frowned: "Is there a pool under the pile of dead leaves?"

"Yes, there is water below, but the dead leaves are too thick and covered with them." The old man pointed to the bushes not far away and explained to me: "Every year, the fallen leaves are blown into the pool by the wind. The leaves fall into it and can never come out again. So much has been buried over time. If I want to catch fish, I have to use a bamboo pole to peel off the leaves before I can catch them..."

"I'll go over and take a look first. It seems that something is hiding there, it seems to be an animal." I casually asked for a reason, then reached out and pulled the old man behind me, and then I plucked the courage to walk forward a few steps, feeling that the hair on my body stood up.

There is definitely something wrong with this pool. The closer I get to it, the more dangerous that is inexplicable.

This is not a good sign.

Two meters away from the pile of dead leaves, I picked up a long bamboo pole on the ground, pole headed it over, and carefully clenched the dead leaves piled on the water. In less than a while, the part covered under the dead leaves came into my sight.

The pool water is indeed black, but it is not the dirty black, but the deep and invisible darkness. When you shine a flashlight, it looks not just as scary...

"That's..." I squinted my eyes slightly and looked at a reflection.

On the side of the pile of dead leaves, there was a small piece of metal-like object reflecting. When you saw that the whole thing seemed to be made of brass, and it looked like it was...

"Water tank?" I was stunned.

"What's wrong? Where are the animals?" The old man looked around and patrolled, fearing that wild beasts would pop out of the bushes halfway.

I resisted the urge to go over and find out, turned to the old man and asked, "Grandpa, this water tank has always been here?"

"Yes, the first time I saw this water tank, I saw this water tank." The old man nodded: "This water tank is too heavy to pick it up, otherwise I would have moved it back and used it long ago."

"Bronze?" I asked tentatively.

The old man nodded and said, "The copper one should be brass, and the patterns on it are very exquisite, just like the antiques made from the literary and leather ones, and should be worth a lot of money."

"Grandpa, is there an underground river under this pool?" I gasped in the air with a toothache, frowned tightly, and thought about it and asked again, "I remember that the crucian carp lived in the underground river, right?"

The old man looked at me in confusion, probably because he didn't understand what I was talking about.

"Is this something that seals the grievance?" I asked myself in my heart, and my eyes kept looking at the water tank the size of an ordinary bucket, and my heart became more and more unsure.

I have never heard of anyone using a water tank to seal the grievances... Could it be that there are grievances living in it?

There is no reason.

Just when I was puzzled, I heard from the pool not far away...

"Dong...Dong..."

While hearing the two muffled sounds, my eyes clearly saw an incredible thing.

The water tank seemed to be swimming up the shore...

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It’s May Day tomorrow~~I wish you all a happy May Day~~~I’m so full of tears~~~ We can finally have a few days off hahahaha!!!
Chapter completed!