"Okay, you can just say hello to me tomorrow. Liao Xuebing couldn't find the problem, and sullenly reinstalled the messy parts and closed the lid.

Although it is on the village road, there is no shop in front of the village, and the insects in the thick dusty bushes are terrifying. Murong Bingyu looked left and right uneasily, beckoned Liao Xuebing to get into the car, turned off the headlights, and only turned on the yellow indicator light to save power, and asked anxiously: "Liao Xuebing, what do you say, I called Sister Yan just now, but there is no signal." ”

Liao Xuebing lit up his shabby mobile phone with a black and white display, "It doesn't matter, look at how the world's most advanced communication device, the maritime satellite phone, works, even if you go deeper into the Mariana Trench more than 10,000 meters below, its signal is still very strong." ”

"Don't blow it, the marsat phone is the size of a briefcase, what does it look like in your hand. "Once performing abroad, Murong Bingyu saw with his own eyes the equipment that is said to be able to carry out communication in the North and South Poles, and immediately debunked Lao Liao's lies, did Lao Liao put the broken phone back into his pocket.

Instead, she became worried, the car didn't move, the phone couldn't get through, she only saw a tractor along the way, and she missed it, it was too late, and this kind of place would probably not be open until tomorrow morning. Either pray that the car will suddenly start, or can only sleep in the car and spend the night in the same small space with this lewd man who works as a mechanic?

Murong Bingyu had no experience of being with a man in such a terrible place at such a late hour, and he felt that Liao Xuebing was always aiming at his thighs and chest, and his heart became more and more nervous. Looking at an owl flying out of the woods in the distance outside the car window from time to time, as if returning to the wilderness of the nineteenth century, I saw Liao Xuebing light the lighter and light a cigarette, the firelight from bottom to top, illuminating his face very strangely, and he was even more worried, and slowly heard the violent beating of his heart.

"Singer, why are you in a daze?" A strange cry slapped on the shoulder, Murong Bingyu's nerves were already very tight, and suddenly his soul flew away, and he screamed.

The voice was so sharp that it almost pierced the eardrums, a few owls and crows were startled in the woods, a few voles jumped out of the fields, and the snakes hurried to the burrows.

Lao Liao clenched his ears and was stunned: "What's your name?"

Murong Bingyu said unhappily: "Don't touch me!"

Liao Xuebing was angry in his heart, seeing that something was wrong with you, he kindly asked, but he was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs. Everyone in the world thinks differently, and Liao Xuebing has a casual attitude towards who he gets along with, which is indeed different from the big stars who are all praised, but he is still sensitive and feels the distrust from Murong Bingyu.

"Okay, if you don't touch it, you won't touch it, Lao Tzu's hands are used to hold gold and silver treasures, and touching your pig body will stain my hands. ”

"What are you talking about?" Murong Bingyu frowned: "Yours is a dog's paw!" When a woman is overly nervous, she will use hysteria to dispel the discomfort in her heart.

Liao Xuebing didn't argue with her, picked up a cigarette and swallowed the clouds, and the car was filled with smoke in an instant. Murong Bingyu was choked and coughed repeatedly, and turned on the air conditioner switch. He said angrily: "You are a big man who smokes, and you don't care about whether it will affect others? ”

Liao Xuebing wanted to press the cigarette butt to her chest, and finally held back, at this time the car because of excessive electricity, the lights in the compartment became dim and dim, Liao Xuebing said to himself: "About three years ago, there is a woman named Xiaozhen in Stone Snake Town, her husband died early, a widow with a child, it is not easy to hold at home, there is a village postman who pities her, and often takes some money to use it, this widow is also good-looking, and she is grateful to the postman, and the two gradually hook up......”

Murong Bingyu didn't want to listen to it, but in the middle of the night, the voice couldn't help but get into his ears, listening to Lao Liao's calm and emotionless narration.

"There is no paper that can wrap the fire, and there is no impermeable wall, the relationship between the two was finally known by the residents of Stone Snake Town, so everyone was very angry, uh, the town thinking more than thirty years ago was always more slate, and it still retained the customs left over from a long time ago, everyone rushed into the house of the widow, and at this time she had just covered the postman to escape through the back door, and she was caught by the townspeople. If you leave it here for a while, the widow can say: "The old lady is willing to do your?" But at that time it was different, the crime of Tong Jiān was greater than the rebellion, and everyone discussed that the widow Zhen should be executed, but not to defile the town, so they put her in the pig pen......"

Murong Bingyu couldn't help but say, "But there should be a jǐng cha at that time, won't they stop it?"

", jǐng cha is all superstitious townspeople, and when she went to Zhen Widow, there were several jǐng cha present, shouting that she should be corrected on the spot. Originally, he was going to get it into the river to drown himself, but the Rouge River, which was closest to the town, was dozens of kilometers away, and he was not willing to give up his own fish pond, so he borrowed a tractor and was guarded by a few witches and brought it out. It was more than ten o'clock in the night that day, and the bell rang in Stone Snake Town, and everyone pooled money to buy fireworks and paper threads. Liao Xuebing's voice was low, as if he was sighing about the "past" more than 30 years ago.

"Later, what about later?" Murong Bingyu asked, women are like this, when they start to be afraid, that is, when their curiosity begins to grow.

"Her son was only thirteen or fourteen years old, chasing the tractor barefoot, well, it seemed to be the end of October, just a few days, but the autumn of that year was very cold, and it was just night, and there was a thin frost on the ground, and her son ran so hard that his feet were frozen, but the postman never showed up again. ”

Murong Bingyu said: "Her son is so pitiful, that postman is so hateful, alas, the story is over like this?" suddenly opened his mouth wide: "You're not talking about your life experience, are you? I can't imagine that your childhood is so bleak...... Alas. ”

"Don't be poor! Thirty years ago, the child was thirteen or fourteen years old, and now he is almost fifty, how could it be me, the tractor has been carrying the widow and a few witches, the mayor of the town came out, there was no road in those years, the road at that time was even worse than now, everywhere was uneven, especially driving a tractor, which could shake the passengers' buttocks into eight braids, and the widow was even more pitiful when she was locked in a pig pen. Halfway through the tractor, there was a sudden gust of wind, a very cool wind, the kind at the end of October, which could freeze people from the cervical vertebrae to the tail vertebrae. Then, the tractor stopped and couldn't drive anymore, so I looked at it, it seemed to be near where we parked, it shouldn't be far away. ”

At this time, Murong Bingyu heard a crackling sound like static electricity coming from his back, and a coolness ran straight through.

"No matter how the driver and the village chief deal with it, the tractor just can't be repaired. After discussing it, they felt that something was wrong, so they sent someone back to the town to move the rescuers, and after waiting for more than an hour, the witch who reported the news did not come back, and the widow's son chased after him with bloody feet. The night was very deep, very dark, you think, in those days, lighting tools were relatively lacking, even flashlights were considered luxury, the only thing visible was the lamp on the front of the tractor, and it was difficult for the people sitting in the back to even look at each other's faces, but everyone could see the widow's son clearly, especially his bloody footprints, which seemed to be burned to the ground. ”

"Ah, really fake?" Murong Bingyu faintly felt that Liao Xuebing was scaring himself, he was both afraid to listen and curious about how the story would develop, and he couldn't help but ask: "The townspeople are all evil, right?"

Liao Xuebing is a master of making up nonsense, and the more he talks at this point, the more excited he becomes, and he holds his face and says: "Everyone is very strange and scared, that driver has never seen this kind of scene, he is scared to death, he is lying motionless in the driver's seat...... Yes, that's what you are......"

"Ah......" Murong Bingyu was startled, came to his senses, and glared at him fiercely.

"The widow's son ran and ran, as light as a bird, as long as a chūn day, as happy as a winner, and he cried out, 'Mama, Mama'. But the widow could not respond, because she had been lynched in the town, and her mouth was broken, and she was charged with 'yín woman yín tongue, clever words, and clever words. Hook up with a man', the mayor looked at her plump and seductive lips and didn't know how many times he had been happy for the postman, and naturally thought, I can't get it to others. ”

Murong Bingyu interjected: "Lips are happy for the postman?"

Liao Xuebing said angrily: "You don't understand, don't ask more children, at this time, the tractor light suddenly went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness, and the witches were very panicked, saying that it was a yín woman who did it, and the snake god was angry." So they rushed to repair it, and they finally repaired it with great difficulty, but the widow's son was gone, and even the row of bright red footprints were gone. The witch thought it strange and thought that it was still the problem with the widow, and proposed to bury her alive on the spot, and the tractor often had to work in the fields, and there were shovels and hoes in the cart, and they soon dug a big pit and threw the widow into the pit. The widow's eyes were full of resentment and despair, and her already beaten mouth suddenly spoke: "You bury me here, and I want all those who pass by here to die well......"

"Liao, Liao Xuebing, don't say it again, okay?" Murong Bingyu couldn't hold it anymore.

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