Lao Shrimp also has three younger brothers, and Lao Shrimp is the same, tall, learn Lao Shrimp to steal chickens and dogs all year round, draw knives and cut people, a body of tendon meat is very scared.

The third brother of the old shrimp is known as the black buttocks.

Listening to this title, you know that this person is the most skinny, although he is not as fierce as his eldest brother, he has the momentum to intimidate all directions when he goes to that station, and he does not have the strength of a water tank of several hundred catties in one hand, but he is also strong, and he has been hiding from the wind and rain outside for many years, and his face is blackened by the sun.

These three brothers all look a little ruffian, and there is a feeling that they will never stop doing it.

When Zhang Hu was dragged, the three brothers had already climbed over the fence and entered the backyard of Mo Xiaohe's house.

Mo Xiaohe was now standing in Mo Xiaoyan's bedroom, holding the bamboo sword tightly in his hand, his clear eyes still without any fear, staring at the direction of the door.

And Mo Xiao was still sitting on the chair, bored with embroidery.

Everyone who has a little brain knows that Mo Xiaoyan is a fool.

Fools are indeed blessed with fools, and the clouds are light and the wind is light when disaster comes.

As if he heard the movement behind his house, Mo Xiaoyan provoked the three people in the backyard just like he had provoked Ah Nan before, and his voice was cold, "Crash in." ”

"There are two lives, and there is money. ”

The second brother of the old shrimp carried a kitchen knife, the third brother dragged the sickle, and the black buttocks carried a piece of wood...... All of them are bigger than normal men, and they are afraid of this battle.

But the strange thing is that as Mo Xiaoyan's voice fell, the three brothers stood in the backyard of Mo Xiaohe's house and did not move.

The back door leading to the hall of Mo Xiaohe's house has long been corroded by years of sun and rain, not to mention that it can't withstand the impact of the black buttocks, and it is estimated that it can't withstand the push of a child.

It's just that there is a bluestone slab not far from the backyard, and there is still a little moonlight, and a figure sitting on it can be faintly seen.

I couldn't see it clearly, but I could only see that the man was not tall, his body was leaning deeply against the wall, one foot was still on the bluestone slab, and he was still holding a fan in his hand and shaking it gently, wearing only a big pair of pants.

Although the three black-ass brothers are accustomed to walking at night, they are terrified when they see this scene in this big dark night...... After all, they have heard the legends in the dark night in the area of Shili Street since they were children, and they are somewhat afraid of this evil thing.

Moreover, before Mo Xiaoyan's two siblings came, no one lived in this house for a long time, and no one dared to come in because they had died...... In the middle of the night, the lights were blind, and the ghost knows where this figure came out.

The ghost knows if the naked shadow shaking the fan is the former owner of the house, and the ghost knows if the old bachelor has the habit of shaking the fan in the middle of the night without sleeping before he dies.

And the three black-ass brothers had important things to do, so they still had the courage to hold on to the guy in their hands and slowly touched it.

The three brothers took advantage of the hazy night, staring closely at the figure on the bluestone slab, and touched forward step by step, one by one, you look at me, I look at you, you dare not speak, you dare not make a footstep, you dare not breathe carelessly, even the fart that is about to be scared out is tightly held in the stomach for fear of leaking out.

The closer they got, the more strange they felt, for the shadow had been like that from beginning to end, except for the fan in his hand that had been gently swaying frequently, nothing else had moved.

And from beginning to end, this shadow never turned its head to look at the three brothers.

The three brothers were also really afraid that when the figure turned around, they would see a skeletal face, or a human face covered with reptiles and maggots, or a grimace with a long tongue sticking out.

What's even more terrifying is to see this old bachelor who has been dead for many years!

It was terrifyingly quiet, except for the whistling wind and the terrifying crow crow, and all that was left was the three brothers pinching each other's breath...... This wind is cold on the back of a man, and this crow makes the scalp of a cold man numb.

Suddenly, that is, between the lightning and flint, it was even more cold.

The shadow turned its face inexplicably with extreme speed.

"What's the matter!" the shadow owner roared as he glared at the three brothers.

The three brothers jumped in unison and let out a false fire.

The three of them looked at each other...... But he was in a cold sweat, this shadow is no one else, it is the Uncle Ying next door!

Uncle Ying sat in front of the house as if he was sitting in front of the house during the day.

He leaned deeply, with one foot on it, the fan in his hand, his head looked in one direction and did not turn, and then he kept fanning the fan.

Now in the middle of the night, Uncle Ying only has a pair of pants and no shoes, revealing all the old flesh that has been wrinkled and sagging.

But Uncle Ying, who was old and had only a fan in his hand, looked at three tall, strong, vicious middle-aged men with dicks in his hands, just like watching a joke.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night!" Uncle Ying roared coldly and stunned the three brothers.

The black-ass trio had just recovered from the thriller, and they were angry and funny for a while.

The black ass lowered his head and glared at Uncle Ying and began to scold, "I want to ask what you are doing! In the middle of the night, what are you doing here without sleeping?!

The black ass is full of strength and roars like thunder.

But Uncle Ying still rests on the bluestone with one foot, the fan in his hand is horizontal on the footboard, his neck is straight, his eyes are staring, his mouth is open, and he speaks cleanly, "I blow the wind!

The three black-butted brothers often drink tea at the Zhangji grocery store, so of course they know that Uncle Ying, who ignores his son, daughter-in-law, and mother-in-law all day long, is a bit stupid and a little stunned.

The second brother of the old shrimp pulled over the black ass who was going to continue arguing with Uncle Ying, and scolded in his mouth, "Don't quarrel with this stupid old man, hurry up and slam the door open, and take that kid away!"

As he spoke, Ah Dong grabbed the wood in his black ass's hand, shrank back, and was about to hit the door!

Uncle Ying didn't continue to sit at this time, just stared at his eyes, and his neck was scary.

The old man stood up with a snort, squatted up with a horse's step, and his thin arms were raised to his waist, and Silla let out a loud mouth and struck the wooden stake in the latter's hand.

Uncle Ying is more than a head shorter, because of his age, when his big mouth is fanned out, his body is still beating, and then the old meat on his body is like a balloon filled with water, jumping left and right, as if he will fall off at any time.

But it was this figure that slapped the wood in the hands of the second brother of the old shrimp and flew out, and the latter staggered back several big steps, fell to the ground, and rolled around with his stomach in his hands.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the third brother of the old shrimp raised the sickle in his hand and was about to slash at Uncle Ying's head.

As soon as the sickle in his hand was raised, the old and strong Uncle Ying rubbed it, like a shadow under the third brother of the old shrimp, and grabbed it with both hands, the third brother of the old shrimp withered, and his hands could not use his strength, and he rolled on the ground and screamed like a pig.

The black ass didn't seem to react yet, staring at Uncle Ying with fierce eyes, hesitating.

Uncle Ying stood up, his two old legs stretched out, his hands on his waist, his body leaning back, his neck straight, like a bold peeing posture, staring coldly at the black ass, "What are you doing?"

The black butt held the kitchen knife and bowed his waist, but he didn't dare to get on, and in the end he didn't even care about his two brothers, patted the black buttocks and limped, and then slipped over the wall.

Uncle Ying didn't look at the old shrimp brother lying on the ground, he stretched his waist as if he had just gotten up in the morning...... Then, like at noon, he sat down on the bluestone slab next to him, put one foot up, leaned up, and looked at it in a random direction, and finally shook the fan.

It's like nothing happened.