Chapter 1176

Chapter 1176:

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While feeding Keith, Roscoe asked, “Did you keep the house safe today? “I wasn’t there, so you had to take care of Nicole.”

Hearing the dog talk, Nicole laughed and said, “He's only a few months old and you're giving him lectures every day like this.”

Roscoe stood up, wiped his hands, and explained, “When I was young, an old man told me that black dogs with no white hair are extremely perceptive. Tell them something a few times and they’ll remember it.”

Nicole was amazed that Roscoe, being so young and educated, still clung to those beliefs.

What Nicole didn't know was that Roscoe only adopted these superstitions after his illness began. In desperate times, people often turned to higher powers, hoping for divine compassion.

Nicole's situation was critical, and every day Roscoe prayed for heaven to show her a little more kindness, without asking for much, just some improvement. For him, her health and Austin's well-being were the only things that mattered.

Nicole then asked, “How is Mr. Nixon’s grandmother?”

“I caught a cold because of the weather. I gave him some medicinal herbs. “He should recover soon,” he replied.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Nicole replied.

They had been living in that remote mountain village for almost half a year.

On the night of their escape, they decided in their car not to flee the country. They knew that crossing the border, however carefully concealed, would inevitably leave traces. Often, the places that seemed most dangerous were actually the safest.

They decided to stay in the country, changing cars at a junkyard during the trip, and continued driving west for a whole week, day and night.

During the trip, they changed vehicles at the junkyards in all the cities they passed through.

When they arrived at their current destination, they were driving the fifth car of their journey.

When their car broke down, an old man offered them a place to rest at the entrance to the village.

The old man tried to repair the car with the tools he had brought, but since he had only worked with bicycles, he was unable to fix it.

Roscoe decided that it wasn't worth repairing, figuring that it was almost ready for scrap and might not even be fixable in a regular garage. He handed the old man several hundred dollar bills as a token of his thanks for his kindness.

But the old man refused and invited them to spend the night.

That night, the old man lit a fire. The village was small and mostly inhabited by old people. His family and another couple were the only ones left. He explained to them that the village would disappear from the map because it lacked young inhabitants. When all of their generation disappeared, the village would be completely empty.

That evening, all the villagers came out, delighted to see younger visitors after so long. They greeted Nicole and Roscoe warmly, not asking why they had come, but eager to hear stories from beyond their village.

Nicole felt an unexpected warmth that night, and the elders affectionately called her "Honey," which reminded her of her deceased parents.

Assuming Nicole and Roscoe were a couple, the villagers offered them a room of their own.

Nicole occupied the bed, while Roscoe settled on a mat on the floor.

As they listened to the cicadas and crickets, Nicole suddenly proposed, “Roscoe, let’s stay here.”

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Note from Tac-K: We start the week with this Monday, good luck in your activities, beautiful little people, God loves you and Tac-K loves you very much. (ɔO‿=)ɔ ♥

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