Here Lies The Wicked

Squeak... Squeak...

The door was lightly belted at a time, as if it were blowing in the wind.

Open your eyes.

“Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou, have you been quiet at the door for too long? ”

The silent calculation in the square mind that almost a dozen seconds had passed without hearing the voices of the two men immediately aroused his alarm.

Nowadays, in this increasingly bizarre mountain village, any slight breeze can pull a tight nerve.

Square up.

His face was thick, and he pulled out the ghost knife that had been hidden behind him in the sheath, and a meter long brake rolled and burned like a gray flame of light.

Squeak, Fang pushed the door of the bedroom gently. It was dark outside the bedroom. It seemed that Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou could not turn on the light. The whole house was dark and quiet.

is trying to press the light on.

As a result, after several attempts, all the lights in the room seemed to have failed, and none of the lights were lit, breathing squarely.

His feet landed silently, carrying a ghost knife, and he began to approach the door silently.

Whoo.

A wind poured into the house, the door was driven by the wind to squeak, squeak slightly, the previous noise came from this, unexpectedly, the door position had no shadow of Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou, only the paint black outside the door.

There doesn't even seem to be a Mao Moon tonight, not an inch of moonlight outside the house, and only a thousand quiet hands cannot see the darkness of the five fingers.

Even the most insects in the countryside scream birds, and dogs bark.

Square gaze stopped in the door frame position. At this time, there was nothing there. Square clearly remembered that it should have been a rooster hung by Aunt Zhou.

Because you're seeing a nail tied to a rooster on the door frame.

With a slight change of color, he immediately remembered the night the widow of the horse disappeared, and the rooster hanging on the door frame of her house disappeared, just as it was today.

Whoo.

Another cold night wind poured through the door into the house. He was holding his breath as he stood on the inside of the door with a ghost knife in his hand. He was listening to all the wind around him and looking for Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou.

Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou disappeared for almost a minute and their lives were in danger at any moment.

The night winds are huge and the shadows of trees and trees in the mountains are swinging like the heavy ghosts of a dancing claw. Under the quiet night, even the mountains, trees, jungle, houses seem to be all black ghosts, this night, too quiet.

Knock... suddenly, the sound of the branches breaking, especially in quiet nights.

“Who!”

Square held the knife handle tight. At this time, a shadow rushed over a few dozen meters away and immediately hid in the dark.

Fang glanced at each other, the other was only one person, he did not carry or hug others in his hand, he did not rush out of the house to chase the vicious unknown darkness.

That horrific experience at Li Peng's house kept him cautious and afraid to take the wrong step.

Whether resentment alone could have hurt his god, almost knocked him over in that ditch, or this weirder, supermassive ghost hit the wall, it made him worried.

Whoo.

The cold night breeze poured into the house again, seemed to beat a roll in the house like a dead leaf, and blew in the direction of standing still at the door position, creaking...

The door was slightly buzzed by the wind, and his eyes were closing. He raised his hand against the door to be closed. When he pushed the door again, his eyelids jumped again.

The figure of a damp woman stood at the door sometime.

This is the famous nest deep, pale face without blood, dressed in a plain white dress, a wet tied black hair spread across the shoulders, at this moment all wet, the water beads are dripping along the corner of the skirt and soon form a dark black water stain on the soil underfoot.

“Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child...” the woman said, and the water beads are still dripping down.

In fact, when it came to the answer, the village chief had given an answer.

The exact answer given by the village chief is: "It may be raining heavily. The child is hiding in the mountain. Go to the mountain and look for it. ”

Hint incorrect answer: “Not seen. ”

However, this is all based on the premise that the village chief did not deceive everyone...

But if it's not just the mudslides, it's the ghosts who beat the walls, even the village chief is part of the ghosts who beat the walls, is there another misleading answer to this so-called accurate answer?

Fang was afraid to determine whether the village chief was real, whether the villagers were real, and whether everything they saw in front of them was real. Under so many unknown factors, Fang obviously would not believe 100% in the so-called correct answer.

Fang suddenly thought of urban legends about cleft women.

“Am I pretty? ”

Nice answer: OUT!!

Not a nice answer: OUT!!

Anyway, just follow the cleft woman's brain hole to answer, whatever the answer, front, back, left, right, up, down...

“Please, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child...”

Again, woman.

Square: “Man can be as humble as dust, but not as distorted as maggots. ”

“Excuse me, has the rain stopped, have you seen my child...” The woman repeated for the third time, the voice line has been calm from the beginning to the end without anger and weirdness.

Seems like persuading ghosts to do good deeds doesn't work, or is it too literary, ordinary people (ghosts) don't understand?

Fang thought about it, "It's the good guy who can open the soft corner of his heart. It's the good guy who can open the soft corner of his heart quickly. The soft corner of his heart is often the bad guy. What kind of person are you? ”

“Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child...” The woman repeated for the fourth time, still dripping with water beads.

Looks like Tonga, the soul chicken, doesn't work either...

Square: “You know, the sun we see is eight minutes old; the moon we see is the moon before 1: 3 seconds; the building we see a mile away exists five microseconds ago; even if you're one meter away, I see you three nanoseconds ago. What we see is the past, and everything will pass. ”

“Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child…” This is the fifth time that a woman has repeated.

The square portal drops the black line.

He's hopeless.

Trying to reason with a woman, the only reason in the world is that you can never talk to a woman about winning reason, philosophy of life.

Facing the hollow gaze of the woman across the street, a cold sweat dripped down her forehead.

There are no other answers.

Precise answers such as online urgency.

Soon, however, she was depressed and found that her brain cells were about to be squeezed dry, and she could no longer scrape any ink from her belly.

“Excuse me, the rain stopped, have you seen my child...” Sixth time, the woman looked at Fang Zheng and the voice sounded calm again.