ring of beasts

() The night is already deep, and there are stars outside.

To be honest, I am not very tired. Even if I travel all night, it is not a big deal. But this is such a tempting offer, who can bear to refuse it.

But, but, but, just when Yang Guang was hesitant, in front of the Hummer's lights, an American town appeared in Yang Guang's sight.

As the Hummer advanced, the true appearance of this town was gradually revealed. This was a small or even very small American farm town, with only a few households. Next to the town were several livestock sheds on a dilapidated farm.

shed.

A sandstone road passes through the side of the town. There are only two dim street lights in the whole town, and one of them is broken.

But according to what the old man said, it seems that if you follow the road until you merge with the state highway, there should be no more towns. Could it be that you drove all night and got lost.

Maybe when I should have turned a corner to go west, I was in a trance and forgot to turn, so I took the wrong road...

But I followed the guide signs on the road.

This was not a big deal. Yang Guang parked the car under the still bright street light, then opened the door and got out.

Maybe you can find a B&B in this small town, or ask someone for directions.

Using the dim light of car lights and street lights, Yang Guang walked into a house. He saw that most of the house was made of wooden structures, but they were all very dilapidated. The paint on the walls was peeling off, and the courtyard was full of weeds.

barren.

It's such a desolate town, I don't know if there are any people there.

Walking through the overgrown courtyard, Yang Guang knocked on the rusty door, but no one opened the door for a long time.

Pushing hard, the door opened with a creak. Then with the light of the flashlight, Yang Guang saw that the living room of the residence was also full of dust, and the room was covered with spider webs. Old old-fashioned furniture and peeling wallpaper were displayed in the room.

Except for an old TV set, there are no other electrical appliances inside.

"Is there anyone there?" Yang Guang called several times in the empty room, but no one answered.

Maybe this is already a vacant residence.

Later, Yang Guang came out of this house and pushed open another house that looked better. But there was no one there either.

Maybe this is an abandoned farm town and people have moved to live elsewhere.

This is also a very normal thing in the United States. Unlike the Chinese, Americans have no burden to move. They always move with work and life, which seems to be an extension of the nomadic people's habit of living in pursuit of water and grass.

There were not many people in this town. He should turn around and go back, find the turning point the old man said, and then join the state highway. Or, he should spend the night in the car.

Yang Guang left the courtyard and walked back to his car.

But when he raised his head and glanced at the side of his car, his heart skipped a beat and his face turned green.

Because, through the weak light of the street lamp, he saw a gray shadow of a man standing next to his car and trying to open the door.

"Who is it?" Yang Guang was shocked and shouted sharply.

When the man heard Yang Guang's shout, his body seemed to tremble and he stopped moving.

Yang Guang ran over, because that was definitely not Irene. Irene was already asleep, and he saw that the man was wearing something like a robe.

Erin was still in the car and he was afraid someone would hurt her.

A few dozen meters away, Yang Guang arrived in an instant.

"Who are you?" Yang Guang asked the person in front of him.

This is a young woman, wearing a baggy gray dirty robe, which seems to be pajamas but not necessarily. Her yellow hair is draped loosely on her shoulders, and she has a tired look on her face.

"I just want you to get out of the car, go to my house, and have a night's rest." The woman was a little panicked when she saw Yang Guang, and she stuttered. But it wasn't a stutter, it was a feeling that she hadn't spoken for a long time.

, the feeling of not being able to speak clearly.

"Thank you, ma'am." Yang Guang breathed a sigh of relief. He was really scared just now. "We are lost and need a place to rest. I will pay for the accommodation."

"Okay, come with me," the woman said slowly.

Yang Guang opened the passenger door, put his hand on Irene's shoulder, and gently shook her awake.

Then he helped the confused Irene and followed the woman to his home.

Yang Guang was really frightened at that moment. Because he had seen too many things that did not conform to his three views on several expeditions. Just now he saw the gray figure of this woman under the streetlight of this deserted farm.

He thought it was those things.

I have been hit by that kind of thing without being able to temper it, let alone Irene.

Yang Guang's beloved dog, Xiao Hei, had been staying in the back seat for the past two days without even saying a word. However, when he saw Yang Guang getting out of the car, he also followed him out of the car, wagging his tail.

Following the woman in robe, Yang Guang entered a dilapidated residence similar to the one before.

I didn't expect that such a dilapidated and desolate town would actually have people living in it. Maybe they were reluctant to move away.

This woman's home also had old-fashioned furniture and rusty wallpaper. A frail white man was watching a small TV in the living room, and the nightly news was playing on the TV.

"My husband" the woman briefly introduced.

"Hi, hello" Yang Guang greeted quickly.

The man was not very enthusiastic, he simply nodded and continued to watch TV on his own.

Then the woman took Yang Guang to a bedroom on the second floor. The bedroom was very simple and the environment was very old. There was only a large bed and a dim light bulb, but the bedding was still very clean.

Then the woman closed the door and went downstairs.

Yang Guang was a little hesitant. It was difficult for him to sleep in the same room with Irene.

But that moment just now made Yang Guang still a little frightened. Moreover, the two couples in this house seemed to be a little nervous, so Yang Guang could not safely sleep in a separate room with Aileen.

"This is a bed, it's great." The sleepy Erin didn't think so much. She just lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

"Deng Deng" there was a knocking sound coming from the room.

When he opened the door, it turned out that the woman had brought some water and asked Yang Guang if he needed some food.

All the meat he ate at the old man’s place in the afternoon was still undigested, so Yang Guang quickly said no and thanked him.

He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, because he couldn't feel the spiritual energy here and because Irene was beside him, Yang Guang couldn't meditate.

So after a while, Yang Guang still lay on the bed and closed the door to relax. And Irene, who was lying next to Yang Guang, was sleeping soundly.

Xiao Hei naturally curled up on the floor and lay on the floor.

After a while, Irene babbled and turned over, putting one leg on Yang Guang's leg.

Since both of them were wearing shorts and shorts, it was almost a skin-to-skin contact. The skin on Yang Guang's legs could clearly feel Irene's delicate and tight skin.

Yang Guang has now entered the foundation building period. If he practices meditation, he does not need to sleep. However, he will still feel a little sleepy at night when he is not meditating.

Just when Yang Guang was about to fall asleep, Irene's arm rested on Yang Guang's body again.

Half of her body was pressed against Yang Guang's body, and her legs and arms were holding Yang Guang. One could almost feel the fullness of that half pressing on his chest, especially the plump lips pressing against Yang Guang's.

Yang Guang's neck seemed to be kissing his passionate lover, and the hot breath exhaled from his nose made Yang Guang's neck itchy.

Yang Guang turned his face and glanced at Irene. His nose happened to be touching Irene's forehead. He saw the long eyelashes in her sleeping eyes. Regardless of Chinese or American aesthetics, this is a beautiful face.

girl.

Yang Guang gently moved his head away from the plump lips, and Irene turned over again, turning her face to one side, as if she felt it.

Yang Guang fell asleep lightly.

When I woke up in the morning, the sun shone brightly through the window, seeming to dispel the darkness in the room.

Yang Guang opened his eyes gently. Irene's hands and legs were on his body again, and half of his body was pressed against him.

But those lips were far away from him, as if he knew he was afraid of her itchy breath.

Yang Guang turned his face and glanced at that delicate face, which was still sleeping. Just when he was about to gently break away from Irene's body, the blue eyes on his face opened.

The two of them happened to be looking at each other.

"Yang" Irene looked at Yang Guang with her long eyelashes flashing.

Yang Guang felt a little embarrassed and smiled, not knowing what to say.

However, those plump lips took the initiative to kiss Yang Guang's lips.

The small tongue explored Yang Guang's mouth.

Yang Guang opened his eyes wide while tasting the fragrant kiss and looked at the blurred blue eyes. Are American girls so proactive?

After a long time, we separated.

"It's time for us to set off," Yang Guang said.

"good"

The two men tidied up a little and went downstairs to say goodbye to the nervous couple and pay them some accommodation fees.

But after searching the entire house, the couple was nowhere to be found.

After leaving the house, we came to the sandstone road in front of the town. Under the bright morning sunshine, this hazy town seemed no longer as dark as last night. Although weeds were everywhere, it seemed to be illuminated by the light.

It has also undergone vigorous upgrades.

Although the two of them could have just walked away, this was not Yang Guang's style, and Irene would not have agreed.

How could I stay at someone else's house for nothing? After all, Yang Guang said yesterday that he would have to pay for it.

Just as the two were hesitating, the figure of the young woman appeared in the farm next to the town, still wearing the dirty gray robe.

The woman waved to the two of them mechanically, and the two walked towards the woman.

The farm is right next to the town, only a dozen meters away.

The farm was somewhat deserted, with the yellow sandy land exposed. Some corn and soybeans were sparsely planted in the distance, a few cows and sheep were wandering around the farm, and livestock manure was everywhere on the ground.

It is completely different from the fairyland-like farm of the bearded old man yesterday.

Several livestock sheds are as tall as factories, and of course they are also rusty. The woman in gray robe is standing in front of the door of the livestock shed, and the door of the livestock shed is closed.

Yang Guang took out dozens of dollars from his front wallet and handed it to the woman.

A few dozen dollars is not a small amount in the United States. Generally, a family hotel can cost a few dollars or even a dozen dollars.

However, the woman in gray robe did not accept the banknotes that Yang Guang handed over.

"Lost people, why don't you pray with us before setting off?" the woman said calmly while looking at the two of them.

Lost person? This seems to be a religious term, but it is not wrong to say that, because I am really lost.

"Madam, we have to go on our way, so we won't delay. Thank you for your kindness." Yang Guang was about to put the banknotes into the woman's hand, but the woman dodged it as if she was electrocuted.

"Money, such a dirty thing. Lost people, this prayer will have great benefits for your future, believe me," the woman said seriously, and opened the door.

The woman insisted that Yang Guang and Irene finish praying together before leaving. Yang Guang had no choice but to follow the woman into the barn.

After all, I stayed at someone's house for one night, and they didn't ask for any money. A small prayer only lasted a few minutes, but it was hard to refuse.

But when he saw the scene inside the barn, Yang Guang was shocked and his mouth grew wide. And Irene almost screamed out and held Yang Guang's arm tightly.

The first thing that catches the eye is the white wall on the opposite side, which is painted with a huge oval arch and some bird-men with black wings and various monsters with bull heads and horse faces, exuding an evil charm.

spirit.

And at first he thought that there were only this neurotic couple in this small town. But he was wrong, there were many people in this small town. In this cowshed that faintly smelled of livestock manure, there were about four or five people sitting on the floor.

A family of ten.

These people were all wearing dirty gray robes and sitting on the ground on thick straw. Moreover, most of these dozens of people were young women and some girls, and there were only six or seven men.

These young women and girls are very thin and feel very malnourished. Their dirty faces are full of dullness, and their greasy hair is hung with straw sticks.

The most irritating thing is that the skin of more than a dozen of these women's exposed hands and calves are scarred, with some blue spots and whip marks, as if they have been subjected to inhuman torture. When they see strangers coming in

, the expression was very frightened.

Is this hell on earth? Have I traveled through time? Is the land under my feet really the legendary rich and powerful United States of America?

Are these a group of African refugees, or stowaways? Even if the African refugees are nothing more than that.

But no, these are white people, authentic white people.

Are there people who engage in pyramid schemes in the United States? Yang Guang is confused. The reason why he thinks so is because these people feel very similar to those who engage in pyramid schemes. Lin Xin's sister Lin Jiao was once trapped in a pyramid scheme organization, and Yang Guang went to rescue her.

When she was a child, she had seen those organizations that engaged in pyramid schemes. Most of those people were thin, with dull eyes, and some abnormal brains.

But to be honest, MLM organizations are not that miserable. They probably just have poorer food, limited personal freedom, and defraud some money. It’s not like here where people are tortured.

Although the men are not very strong, they are much better than the women. This is a very strange and evil place.

"Yang, what should I do?" Irene nervously held Yang Guang's arm and leaned against him. (To be continued.)