I was heartbroken.

The only person I can trust and rely on has been lying to me and trying to kill me.

I really can't figure out why the fifth master wants to kill me.

Although I subconsciously already believed that the fifth master wanted to kill me, I still hypnotized myself, and maybe what the girl said in my heart may not be accurate, in case the yin man really came tonight.

I decided to try the fifth master tonight.

If the Yin man really came, then the fifth master was helping me, if he didn't come, then he was lying to me.

The girl didn't talk any more nonsense, turned around and was about to leave.

I remembered that I didn't know her name yet, so I quickly shouted, "Hey, what's your name?"

"Call me Quanling. The girl said.

"Quanling? I couldn't help but sigh.

Even the name sounds like a city guy.

Compared with other people's names, these names are LOW.

I continued to sharpen my knives.

When you are hungry, you buy steamed buns from the village store to fill your stomach, and then continue to sharpen your knives.

It may have been my mother's death that irritated me.

I used to be cowardly and scared, but now I am much bolder, and I don't feel scared at all when I sharpen my knife in the courtyard of this deserted house.

Now my mind is full of hatred.

Unprecedented hatred.

Time passed quickly, and it felt like I hadn't finished sharpening the scythe before it was evening.

The fifth master came as promised, and also brought the eight immortals who carried the coffin in the village.

The Eight Immortals who carried the coffin also carried a brand new coffin.

They put the coffin in my grandfather's yard, gave me a malicious look, and left as if they were running away.

The fifth master asked with concern, "Xiaofan, have you eaten?"

I nodded: "Eaten." ”

"Well, that's good. The fifth master said: "Now the time is almost over, let's eat the zombie grass." ”

"After eating, you lie in a coffin, you go into suspended animation, and you can't feel what is happening in the outside world. ”

"Don't worry, the fifth master will fight this old life to protect you. When you wake up, there's nothing to do. ”

I nodded, took the zombie grass handed to me by the fifth master, stuffed it all into my mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

The fifth master saw me eat the zombie grass, and smiled slightly: "Lie in the coffin and sleep well." ”

I nodded and obediently lay down in the coffin.

The fifth master closed the lid, and I spit out all the zombie grass in my mouth without hesitation.

Actually, I just stored the zombie grass in the cheeks, and I didn't bite the zombie grass.

When I spit it out, it was still intact.

The coffin was pitch black, and the fingers could not be seen, and occasionally the wind blew in through the cracks, making a whining sound, as if someone was crying......

The atmosphere was really scary, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in my heart.

But the thought of my mother's death banishes the fear with anger.

I pricked up my ears and listened carefully to what was going on outside.

But there was a dead silence outside, and nothing could be heard.

The silence lasted for about twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes later, there was movement outside the coffin.

Bang bang bang!

Someone is knocking on the coffin.

After that, the fifth master's anxious voice came: "Xiao Fan, are you still awake? If you are awake, knock on the coffin." ”

I pretended to be unconscious, and I didn't make any movement.

The fifth master said again: "Xiaofan, just now the fifth master forgot to explain a very important thing to you, if you are awake, just shout or knock on the coffin, and the fifth master will tell you a few more words." ”

I knew that the fifth master was cheating on me, but he was still silent.

A minute later, the fifth master let out a long sigh of relief: "Okay, that guy is asleep." I can only help you get here, and you can do the rest yourself. ”

Hearing the fifth master say this, I was stunned for a moment, and then became nervous.

Is there a second person in the yard?

Listening to the meaning of the fifth master, it seems that the fifth master asked me to eat zombie grass and lured it into the coffin, which was helping the "second person" to do things.

The second person, who the hell is that? What is the purpose of him making me faint in the coffin?

Originally, I was sure to deal with the fifth master alone, but now there is another person in the courtyard.

I wasn't sure I could handle two people, and my nervous palms were sweating.

At the same time, I can be sure that the fifth master is indeed trying to harm me.

Although I had been mentally prepared again, when faced with this cruel truth, I still couldn't resist the blow.

Tears flowed involuntarily.

I took out the scythe hidden in my trouser leg, held it in my hand, and hid it under my body.

As long as I have a premonition of danger, I will not hesitate to attack the opponent with a scythe.

The lid of the coffin was pushed open little by little.

A familiar voice came into my ears and exploded in my head.

This turned out to be grandma's voice.

To be exact, the voice of a rat spirit.

The fifth master has been helping the rat spirit to do things, and he wants to kill me too!

Damn, damn it!

Grandma's voice was hoarse, torn, and creepy to listen to.

"Oh, what beautiful eyes. This eye, it's mine, it's about to become mine. ”

Eyes, eyes again.

Why does it keep trying to get my eyes!

I didn't have time to think about it anymore, I could feel my grandmother crawling into the coffin, ready to gouge out my eyes.

I snapped my eyes open.

Grandma's cloudy eyes were full of greed, longing, and anger.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a hideous sneer.

She also had a glittering copper spoon in her hand, and was about to gouge out my eyes.

When she saw me open my eyes, she was shocked and screamed, "You ......"

However, I didn't give her a chance to speak, and angrily raised the scythe in my hand and slashed at her neck.

The scythe was impartial, looking right at her neck, digging deep into the flesh.

For a moment, the plasma splattered, dripping on my body like a torrential rain, and even blurred my vision on my face.

Grandma screamed again, and immediately pressed my arms with both hands, pressing me down to prevent me from resisting.

My hand was clutching the scythe, and she pressed down on my hand, and the scythe I held cut deep into her neck.

The scythe had gone deep into most of her neck, and I could even feel her bones being cut by the sharp scythe.

Her head drooped, with only a bit of flesh attached to her body, ready to fall at any moment.

Her head dangled around her neck, and her scalp rubbed against my face, which was scarily tight.

But even so, she let out a low roar: "Eyes, give me eyes, these eyes...... It's mine!"

It's a lie to say that you're not afraid, anyone who sees their head hanging and shaking around their neck will be scared.

However, when I thought that the person in front of me was the murderer of my mother, I couldn't care about being afraid, gritted my teeth in anger and struggled.

Although my grandmother is old, her strength is very great, and she can catch up with the prime of life, no matter how I struggle, I just can't break free from under her.

But fortunately, both of her hands were also pressing my arms, and she could no longer attack me and gouge out my eyes.

After my struggles, one of my legs was finally free.

I immediately retracted my legs and pressed them against my grandmother's stomach, and then kicked them out of the coffin with a hard kick.

Without hesitation, I jumped out of the coffin, picked up the sickle that had fallen on the ground, and rushed towards my grandmother.

Grandma fell to the ground, and she tried to get up, but because her head was shaking back and forth, she couldn't support her body's balance at all, and she couldn't stand up after several attempts.

I rushed forward with my scythe in my hand and slashed at her frantically.

I've been taken over by anger, and now I'm bent on avenging my mom and nothing else.

The scythe poked out of her body one after another in the bloody holes, and the blood splattered out of her body, staining my whole body red, and two drops of blood in my eyes, and now I see that the world is blood-red.

I'm going to break him to pieces, I'm going to chop him up into pulp.

I cut it and rolled on the ground and struggled, but it couldn't get up.

It still made a muffled voice from its mouth: "Eyes, my eyes, those beautiful eyes, are my ......"

Grass!

I'm even angrier, it's all over time, and I'm still thinking about my eyes!

I slashed even more wildly.

And just as I was slashing, I suddenly felt a powerful impact on me.

I didn't stand still, I stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground.

Before I could take a closer look, I suddenly felt a force pressing down on me.

Without hesitation, I struggled again.