When the horrific scene appeared, it was the twilight when the people of Xinghua Village rushed back to their courtyard to make dinner.

At the beginning, there were a few flowing clouds hanging in the clear sky, like a ball of white cotton, torn into wisps of cotton silk by invisible fingers, floating in the afterglow of the sunset that was about to set, white with red, red with soft orange, at this time, the distant mountains and peaks, the nearby village courtyards, all bathed in the warm color of warm tones, between the treetops, on the house grass, in the corners of the wall, everywhere overflowing orange-red oil paint, more and more thick, more and more thick, as if to stagnate, solidified, this oil paint slowly attached to the surface of various kinds of objects, as if it had become an inseparable part of natural birth。

Gradually, the huge sky began to dim, the original transparent and bright twilight, inadvertently infiltrated more and more gray tones, just now the sky was still showing a heavy and colorful sky, soon became a turbid and bleak, the sky and the earth of the dusk curtain, heavy and tightly pressed down, so that the creatures on the ground could not breathe, could not stretch out their limbs, could not turn their brains, even the dense jungle of the four fields, and hung on the branches of the fallen trunk has been nearly seven, The eight-layer ripe apricot fruit is all drooping down their heads, waiting for the upcoming and unpredictable changes.

At this time, people looked up at the dim sky, and their hearts were also panicked, the villagers had rarely seen such a scene, it was very scary, but they could not explain the reason for the fear, whether it was because they had never seen such a scene before they were afraid, or whether the scene itself had some kind of aura and intimidation of killing and intimidation.

The villagers temporarily put down the household goods for cooking in the pot house, and poured into the streets and alleys, they surrounded several elderly people, guessed and asked, and asked whether the old people had also experienced such a scene, and then, and asked the bottom of the question, the auspicious and vicious, good and bad of this scene, the old people are also riveting to dig out the limited memory in the brain, not only to give the villagers who are gradually panicked a satisfactory answer, but also to give the uneasy self an excuse to chat.

The sunset sank into the belly of the West Mountain, the sky was already dark, and a thick layer of gray and yellow clouds with fierce colors surged on the top of the north mountain, wrapped in an unstoppable fierce aura, slowly surging to the south sky, extending, slowly rolling in, suddenly, a nervous atmosphere enveloped the whole village, the expressions of the adults were solemn and surprised, and the babies and cubs also seemed to feel some kind of hidden danger, they had already lost the strength of the wild in the past, and all of them gathered their wildness, obediently followed behind the adults' buttocks, like shadows。

Looking at the gray-yellow clouds that had just risen, Sour Xing was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth for a while, he nervously clenched the cane in his hand, leaned his body heavily on this wooden leg and foot, and said worriedly, I don't look like the strange wind blowing on the night decades ago.

Feng'er asked suspiciously, when is it, is there going to be a strong wind?

Sour Xing didn't dare to think deeply, he told Feng'er to call Maolin quickly, and told him something urgent.

Feng'er ran away in a hurry, and after a while, she dragged Mao Lin over, Mao Lin was still holding a pancake with soybean sauce and green onions in his hand, and he was chewing a mouthful of rice in his mouth.