The two of them suddenly got up from the ground nervously and rolled into the dirt. The woman smiled and said, "I'm not called Red Scarf Girl, I'm called Red Apricot." Liu Manzhu hurriedly explained: "My name is Liu Manzhu."

Hongxing asked, "Why did you come to our village?"

Liu Manzhu hurriedly replied, "I'm coming to you...... Ay...... Ay...... No, no, no, I'm looking for someone. ”

Hongxing smiled and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Oh...... Look for...... Hey, by the way, I'm here to buy something."

Liu Manzhu was so nervous that he forgot all the lies he had made up on the hillside when he came, and actually told the secret in his heart.

He replied incoherently as he thought, "What a bad luck! ”

Hongxing looked at Liu Manzhu's dusty face, leaving only two eyes and blinking, just like the scarecrow in the fields of her Huangling village to scare birds and beasts: a lump of dirt with two black buttons on its head. And the speech stammered and was incoherent, so he couldn't hold back and pointed at Liu Manzhu "giggles...... covered his stomach and smiled and bent over.

And Liu Manzhu looked at the red apricot and smiled like a dusty sunflower on the side of the road, as if he was bent over by the wind, and at the same time "hahahaha......" smirked.

Suddenly, the two realized something, and they quickly ran towards the stream at the entrance of the village.

The quietly flowing stream reflects the human figures of two "Tuxingsun", and it resembles two Arhat statues that have sneaked out of the temple.

After a burst of water shaking, Liu Manzhu looked back at the red apricot, wow! Like a moon that has faded away from the dark clouds, like a hibiscus that has just surfaced, and just like a peach blossom hanging with crystal dew in the early morning.

The face was delicate and fair, white and red, a pair of watery apricot eyes seemed to be able to speak, it stared at him with a smile, and Liu Manzhu's heart was hot and a hot current surged through!

"No, it's not a face, it's a beautiful handicraft, and it's so amazing, so magical, and so intriguing!"

The first time he saw the red apricot, it was night, and she had taken away three points of his soul, and this time the sun helped him shine the red apricot brightly, clearly, he looked, looked, the three souls and seven spirits all flew out of the body, like a wooden stake, standing obsessively, forgetting everything.

Hongxing reached out and handed her small handkerchief to Liu Manzhu to wipe his face, Liu Manzhu didn't react for a while, until Hongxing spoke: "Give!" Liu Manzhu came back to his senses, hurriedly took back the eyes that were frozen on Hongxing's face, and hurriedly said, "Hey...... Ay...... Good!...... Thank you!"

So while agreeing, he subconsciously held the handkerchief in his hand, and then washed and washed it in the river, and then washed and washed it, and it was estimated that the water droplets on his face were almost dry, and then he held the handkerchief in both hands and returned it to Hongxing.

Liu Manzhu lay on his back in the ditch with a big belly facing the sky, his head pillowed on the damp soil, squinting his eyes and waiting for the coming of death, waiting for the little ghost wearing a black soap coat and holding a conjuring card to drag, but the death still hasn't arrived, and the little ghost has disappeared so far. He was dazed and groggy, recalling his life in the world, and scenes from the past came to ...... mind.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, a noise, followed by a commotion in the cornfield, and a large group of men in black broke in. The corn was trampled down in a large slump and lay at the feet of these people.

These people gritted their teeth and looked hideous, and surrounded him.

At this time, I saw a person eerily flashing out of the crowd, his hair stood on end, his eyebrows stood upside down, his eyes flashed green, his pointed mouth was shaking with two gray and white mustaches, and his teeth were "crunching, crunching".

Liu Manzhu took a closer look at Wang Jicai. Wang Jicai's face was deformed due to extreme hatred, his chest rose and fell sharply, he was out of breath, his speech was intermittent, and a sneer erupted from between his teeth for a long time: "You...... This one...... Brute! Originally hiding here...... You killed my daughter...... You son of a brute! A husband and wife are still a hundred days old, she has slept in a bed with you for so many years, and she has given you children, why are you so cruel to hack her to death?"

A man in black waved his hand violently and said, "Don't talk nonsense with him, drag him away!"

So a group of men in black came up like eagles catching chickens, and they took him in their mouths and left. He was covered with a black hood over his head, and he didn't know where he went.

For a while, it felt like entering a big house, and there was an echo when I walked. They heard one of the men in black say, "Throw it here!" and when they had finished speaking, they threw him like a dead dog on a cold ground that smelled of mold and dampness.

Suddenly, with a "poof", they pulled off the black hood that covered his head, and pulled down a handful of his hair, causing tears to flow from his eyes.

He opened his eyes and quickly glanced around. This place looks like a large abandoned storehouse, and the storeroom is full of debris and mess. The windows and corners are covered with thick cobwebs. It can be seen how many years this place has been abandoned, and there is not even a figure in the remoteness here.

The men in black tied him up, then coiled up a thick hemp rope and threw it upward, bypassing the girder, and as the rope rubbed against the girder, a pile of dust fell and a large puff of black smoke swayed. The man in black dodged, rubbed his eyes, and then tied one end of the rope to his back, and the two men in black pulled the rope from the other end, and he was hung in the air on all fours like a spider.

Then the men in black each had a stick in their hands, and began to smash their arms and cover their faces on him, and the sticks fell on him like raindrops. When he fainted, they poured cold sewage on his head from a basin. When he woke up a little, he heard Wang Jicai say, "You can't let him die, it's too cheap for him to die like this!"

After a while, they put him down again, dragged him by the hair into a corner, and pressed him to his knees, and then two men in black lifted him over a large wooden pier, and one of the men in black rolled up his sleeves and raised his sharp axe in both hands, and the blade of the axe shone in a dazzling cold light in the dark room.

The man in black with the axe held aloft asked, "Which hand killed the man?"

Wang Jicai said: "Left hand, he is a left-hander".

So the two men in black grabbed his left hand and dragged him out of his arms, pressed on the big wooden pier, only to see the man in black with the axe slash his hands, the cold light of the axe blade flashed in the air, his eyes closed, a scream, blood spurted more than two meters high!

When he opened his eyes, he saw a hand jumping around on the ground, but his hand was fine.

On another look, a man in black passed out in a pool of blood.

It turned out that because the light in the room was dim, the man in black with the axe cut it by mistake and chopped off the hand of the man in black who pressed Liu Manzhu. The man in black who had the axe quickly threw down the axe, ran over and picked up the man in black, and ran out, while another man in black ran over, picked up the bloody hand on the ground, and then followed.

At this time, several more men in black came, one of them said, "Just because of this bastard! Come, come again!" As he spoke, he picked up the bloody axe from the ground, and the two men in black pulled Liu Manzhu's left hand out again and pressed it on the wooden pier, the man in black raised the axe high and chopped it down, blood splashed everywhere, spraying on his body, face, and walls, and one of his left hands fell to the ground, jumping up, and then he passed out.

After a while, the men in black dragged him into a pitch-black house and threw him into a pool of cold deep water with a "poof". The room was dark and couldn't see the five fingers, and the pool water was cold and biting, up to the waist. He was cold and hungry, and the pain was unbearable. I vaguely heard someone talking outside the window: "Find a place to drag it out and cut it at noon tomorrow!"

Early the next morning, several dog barks sounded, and the cell door rang with a "Ding Ling clang", and two men in black came in, fished him out of the water, tied him up again, and dragged him out of the compound. The two men were holding a wooden sign with his name written on it, and the word "murderer" was added to the end of the name, marked with a red cross, and then inserted it into him with a "poof" along the back neckline.

He felt a burning pain, then a chill in his back, and a stream of blood running down the back of his shirt.

After a while, the men in black threw him into a big truck, with two people on the left and right. The streets were crowded with people, and large trucks drove down the streets for a while, and then drove to a remote wilderness.

A large group of people threw him out of the car like a sack. Another group of people dragged him quickly towards a wild field, and billowing smoke and dust rose behind him.

Dragged to the middle of the field, they brought him to his knees. There was a man with a machete in his hand, standing beside him. The knife was so cold and sharp that it looked like many heads had rolled off it......

The executioner, taking a bowl of wine, took a big sip, propped up his two cheeks to a bulging head, and then sprayed all the wine on the machete with a "bang" at the machete, and the machete with a glittering ghostly light dripped...... with spirits.

The executioner finished the knife with the wine, struck it twice in his hand, held it high in the air, and prepared himself to slash his head downward.

At noon, under the intense sunlight, the machete radiated a glittering cold light with the executioner's dance, like a line of lightning, stabbing at the dense crowd of people in the execution ground, stabbing into this wild wilderness, stabbing Liu Manzhu couldn't open his eyes, and stabbing the onlookers stretched out their hands to quickly cover their eyes.

The intense sunlight mixed the metal smell of the machete, the smell of spirits, the smell of the executioner's sweat, and the smell of the dirt in the wilderness, and the thick fishy smell of the execution ground evaporated and rose over the execution ground, wafting over the heads of the onlookers.

After a while, a man in black held a dirty thick benzene bowl in both hands, and the large bowl contained half a bowl of turbid spirits and brought it to Liu Manzhu's mouth. He knew that this was the "send-off wine". He had seen in books and movies that whenever he wanted to cut a death row prisoner at the execution ground, he would always give the death row prisoner a bowl of wine to drink.

People say that it is called "severed head wine", also called "send-off wine", which means that after drinking this bowl of wine, the head is immediately separated from the body.

He thought, "It's a dead one, drink it! This is the last meal on earth!"

Liu Manzhu squirmed his tightly bound body, stretched his neck, stretched his head over, bit the edge of the thick benzene bowl fiercely, and poured it down with a "coo-dong" ......

…… It's salty, it's sour, it's astringent, what kind of wine is this?"

…… He slowly opened his eyes, the smoke was cloudy, the rain was pouring down, and the rain washed down the blood, dirt, and sweat on his face and poured it into his mouth, and he spit out ...... "wow".

He touched his head, and it was still there.

He remembered that the executioner's raised butcher's knife had not yet been chopped.

He touched his left hand again, and it was also very good-looking, and it still had the old watch that his uncle had given him when he was in high school......

What's going on?...... Remember if your left hand was cut off?......

Is this in the yang? or in the underworld?......

Am I dead or alive?......

He couldn't figure it out for most of the day, his head was confused, and he was groggy......

He pinched his face again, felt pain, and reached out to touch the corn stalks beside him......

"Ah...... This is in the sun, and this is the crop in the sun...... Not dead!

After a while, I thought, "But I was clearly arrested, why am I still here?......

…… Yes...... Yes...... I see...... It turned out to be a nightmare!

…… But where did I sleep?

…… How do I sleep here?......

This is a cornfield......

He sat up slowly, his head foggy and confused, and he couldn't figure out what was going on? What was going on?......

Finally, he looked at the pesticide bottle beside him, the salty and bitter taste awakened his memory, and he understood everything.......

He's in trouble! He's killed!

So his head "boomed", a dizziness, a violent fear hit his heart, and his whole body spasmed and trembled!

"But didn't I kill myself by drinking pesticides?

How is it still alive?......

He crawled over and took the pesticide bottle in his hand and studied it carefully......

"It's a highly toxic pesticide, and if you drink it, you can poison a cow to death, not to mention a person! And I drank a full bottle of it! Why didn't I die?" he thought. “

…… Yes...... Yes...... I see...... It's a fake drug! It's a fake pesticide! It's a fake product!

It's going to kill me, what if it's not dead?......"

He settled down and looked at the sky, the rain was still falling, like countless uninterrupted silver threads, densely beating the corn stalks and leaves.

The fields were drenched, and the rain washed over the soil, forming small streams of yellow mud that flowed down the furrows.

He looked at his watch, it was about five o'clock in the afternoon, he had been lying here at dusk yesterday afternoon, and had slept until now, a day and a night. It was the rain that woke him up.