"Who is it?" Ermalaba turned over and asked in a daze.
There were two more knocks on the door outside, as faint as a child playing a prank. Suddenly there was a low muffled sound, followed by the creaking sound of a series of wooden stairs, and the pigs raised downstairs also made a few dull grunts.
No, Ermalaba suddenly woke up and sat up, as if someone had rolled down the wooden ladder. When he quickly put on his clothes and opened the door, the watery moonlight shone on the dew grass in the valley. Sure enough, a white figure was lying at the foot of the ladder. Ermalaba rushed down the wooden ladder, felt his breath and... , It was very weak and uneven, and his forehead was still burning badly, "Brother, brother, what's wrong with you?" It was a Han man in his twenties, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was as pale as death in the moonlight, Ermalaba didn't think much, knelt down and carried him upstairs.
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