Today I didn’t go to Zhou Xiaoxiao’s class with Lunzhu because I was going to see Mr. Awang.

In the past few days, Mr. Awang has gradually returned to normal. Many details about what happened on the snow-capped mountains have slowly recalled. What I paid the most attention to is the details of the scene at that time, especially the narrative of the "unknown creature" that the old man encountered, which made me very concerned.

After all, now I add some details to my painting every day. When this painting is completed, maybe I can see something.

"Old man, do you remember what clothes that creature was wearing?" I asked to the old man Awang on the bed.

The old doctor sat beside me and helped me become an interpreter. Lunzhu usually does this, but today Lunzhu went to attend the class, so the old doctor came to do it for him.

This old doctor is paying more and more attention to me now. If it weren't for the age difference, I guess this old doctor could just take me as his teacher.

If I told this old doctor that I would have some ordinary treatment methods and Taixuan acupuncture methods, I don’t know if this old doctor would believe it.

"I have some impression, but I can't describe it." Old Master Awang thought about it carefully, then spoke.

I couldn't help but feel happy. Now the clothes of that creature were missing in my painting. As long as I put on the clothes of that creature, I would probably be able to tell whether the other party was human.

Of course, I still don’t believe that it is a monster, but the old man has described it to this point, and I have other ideas in my mind.

What I think is that when Awang and others went up the mountain, someone might have met, a very powerful person.

Awang probably didn't expect that there would be such a powerful person in this world, so Awang thought the other party was a demon, which directly scared Awang to his mind.

Along with everything you know, such a possibility is the greatest.

But I still have a question. If it were humans, what kind of people could be so perverted that they can be so perverted?

Mr. Awang once said that as he saw with his own eyes, the 'man' ate everyone except him, and ate it alive, just like a wild beast, which led to Mr. Awang thinking that the other party was a demon and a ghost.

Who is so perverted? He is so obscene that he cannibalize people?

I really don't dare to imagine it.

But the most urgent task now is to depict the person's appearance, and maybe you will get more then.

"What kind of clothes are they? Are they the ones we usually wear?" I pointed to the clothes on me and asked, and I have always been wearing Tibetan clothes provided by Lunzhu.

Old Master Awang looked at my clothes carefully, then shook his head and said to me: "No, it's not like this kind of clothes."

Not Tibetan clothing? Could it be Hanfu?

I thought about it and then asked the old doctor to give me some paper and pen.

Although the old doctor didn't know what I was going to do, he didn't refuse. He found some paper and a pen and handed it to me.

I was painting quickly on the paper, and the old doctor also looked at me with surprise. He did not expect that I had such a talent in this regard.

Soon I drew a costume from the rest of the nation based on my impression, handed it to Mr. Awang and asked again: "Mr., is this kind of costume?"

"No." Old Master Awang shook his head and said, looking very straightforward. It seems that Old Master Awang is now a little deeper about clothing, but he can't describe it for a while.

Of course, I did not give up. I continued to paint the clothes of people of all ethnic groups and painted some ethnic characteristics, just to let Mr. Awang confirm which kind of clothing it was.

This method looks a little stupid, but it is the only way I can think of.

Who knows how long can the old man's memory last? What a pity if I don't hurry up and ask the old man to confirm it, and wait for the old man to forget this again?

However, I tried many kinds of clothing, and the paper was almost used up, and the old man still didn't get an answer.

This made me feel a little annoyed, but soon I couldn't help but feel moved, thinking that it was not Han nationality's clothing, right?

Thinking of this, I started to move again, drew a T-shirt shape, and handed it to Mr. Awang again.

This time, the old man looked at it and shook his head directly, and said to me: "How could anyone wear such clothes in that icy and snowy place?"

I thought what the old man said was quite reasonable, so I drew several other clothes again, which were all denied by the old man.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, and I was a little discouraged. This method really made people feel that it was exhausting.

"By the way!" At this time, Old Master Awang suddenly seemed to have thought of something.

I quickly turned around and looked at Old Master Awang. Even the old doctor beside me was attracted by Awang's reaction.

"What's wrong? Old man, have you remembered something?" I quickly asked Old Man Awang in front of me.

Mr. Awang turned his head and looked at me, thought for a while before speaking to me, "I remember...I remember someone wearing that kind of clothes here."

I was stunned for a moment and asked again: "Who is it? Who has passed it through?"

"I forgot. I've seen him, just when I woke up before." Old Master Awang said again.

The memory of Mr. Awang is actually very unstable now. First of all, it is because Mr. Awang is too old, which is normal for memory loss.

Mr. Awang had just woken up from his crazy state, which of course would make this situation worse. Therefore, Mr. Awang only had some very unclear memories of what happened after a few days, but the old man remembered those things that were profound to the old man very clearly.

Have you seen it here?

I frowned again. Aren’t the people here wearing Tibetan clothes? Even the Han people, Zhou Xiaoxiao, were wearing this kind of clothes.

Mr. Awang just said clearly that this kind of clothing is not the clothing he remembers.

Are there anyone else wearing different clothes?
Chapter completed!