In the fifties, in the clouds of Sichuan.

The dark curtain hangs low, and the nebula is full.

As the saying goes, "the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the day of murder and arson", in the eyes of the bandits, this is a good time to rob homes and houses.

At this moment, Erhei is hiding in the darkness, but he neither kills people and sets fires, nor robs houses. He just wanted to do something that was so small compared to these things.

That's right, he wanted to steal.

Stealing things is a technical job, which Erhei knows very well, but he has been hungry for three days and three nights, and for three days he has not been able to eat anything except two large vats of white water in his stomach due to the lack of rice and food in the commune.

Now, with every step he took, he heard the sound of water bobbling in his stomach, and maybe a few splashes with a shake.

Now he has Venus in his eyes, his legs tremble when he walks, and his chest and back are almost a line.

Erhei thought about it again and again, and finally made up his mind.

Although this was not a glorious practice, in order to survive, he still cautiously approached the sweet potato field, waiting for the opportunity to steal a few sweet potato pads to cushion his hungry stomach.

All around, there was silence.

Erhei waited in the grass for a long time, and after making sure that there was no one around, he finally sneaked to the edge of the sweet potato field.

His hands dug carefully and quickly at the ground, and his eyes glanced ahead from time to time.

About five meters ahead, there was a simple straw hut on the side, and people were sleeping watching the ground in the shed. Erhei had to quickly dig the sweet potato out of the ground without alarming the man, so his nerves were tense, and the whole person was like a bow full of strings.

But fortunately, all the cats, dogs, chickens, ducks, fish and insects in the village, everything that can be eaten and can't be eaten have been eaten up by the people, and even the loaches in the seedling fields have been dug out and roasted, so there will be no thieves at all, otherwise he really doesn't have the courage to be a thief.

The mud in the sweet potato field was not hard, and it didn't take long for Erhei to feel that he had slotted something. His heart was overjoyed, and he looked up.

The people watching the land were afraid that they had already fallen asleep or fainted from hunger, and there was only one scarecrow with a broken fan tied around his waist in the whole sweet potato field, shivering in the night wind. Under the moonlight, the scarecrow's whole body was shrouded in a cold and gloomy mist, and it looked a little oozing.

Erhei gritted his teeth, held his breath and pulled it up hard, and the sweet potato vine was pulled out by him at once.

Erhei wiped it casually twice with his calloused hand, and then bit it down.

At this moment, a terrible scream suddenly sounded in his ears. Suddenly, his heart shook suddenly, and the sweet potato in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Erhei had the courage to look around for a while, only the one-man tall scarecrow in the middle of the field stared at the two huge whites of his eyes and glared angrily ahead, and the pu fan kept swinging in front of and behind him with the wind, making a "poof" muffled sound.

Erhei pricked up his ears and listened for a while, but there was no movement, and then he chewed the sweet potato pieces soaked in saliva in his mouth twice with confidence. But the more he chewed, the more he wondered, how could the sweet potato juice taste salty? This sweet potato did not taste like a sweet potato, but more like the withered straw eaten by an old cow!

Erhei frowned, and suddenly, his heart froze, he felt that his hand holding the sweet potato was a little sticky, he hesitated, and looked down suspiciously.

At this glance, a heart jumped wildly in an instant, and the head that was originally dizzy with hunger suddenly sobered up a lot.

Where is the sweet potato in his hand at this moment? A scarecrow with a big palm in his palm stared at him with a pair of huge eyes, stunned!

The whites of the eyes were originally formed by two balls of rotten cotton stuffed in straw, and in the dark night, the cotton wool danced in the wind one after another, wrapped in balls and pulled into threads, and the smell of bloody rotten cotton wool spread in the air with the wind. The mixture of solids and gases is almost suffocating.

Erhei saw that one of the scarecrow's legs was gone, and the broken leg was dripping with blood. Blood trickled down Erhei's palm, ticking, and a low and faint sound rang in his ears, and the dirt was already soaked with it. Even so, the speed of the blood flow never stopped or decreased, as if the little body was a bottomless pit that could not be flowed endlessly.

"Ahh The little insects in the field were frightened by the scream and hurriedly ran away, but the sweet potato field was unusually quiet. There was no sound in the four places, only Erhei's screams faintly dragging out the tail.

The scarecrow was thrown on the ground by Erhei and rolled a few times, still staring at him with big eyes and white eyes in a daze. The air around them seemed to freeze suddenly, so silent that there was no sound.

Erhei's abrupt screams did not wake up the watcher, and he felt as if he was asleep and did not move.

Erhei wanted to wake him up, but he was afraid to wake him up.

He was afraid that when he walked over, he would not see a person, but a scarecrow lying in the shed!

At this moment, a faint cry sounded in his ears, whimpering, accompanied by the night breeze, which sounded particularly penetrating.

I don't know if it's hungry, cold, or scared, Erhei's legs began to tremble, and after a while, they were already shaking.

He moved his legs and wanted to run, but he couldn't.

There was a black image like a dark cloud, and when Erhei looked up, he couldn't see the moon or the clouds at all. He looked back and saw a huge scarecrow standing on the leeward.

The rags that hung on the scarecrow were blown by the wind, and the rags tied to its waist were flapping up and down in the night wind, making a dull and terrifying sound.

The rags worn on it were torn to the ground, and the straw exposed inside looked like a fried hedgehog.

The messy straw supported the rags on his body, floating unkemptly in the air, like a dead corpse that had been swollen by a large amount of water. It was a kind of floating corpse, the kind where the corpse was swollen and shiny after soaking in water.

Erhei couldn't help but think of the water ghosts who died in the river and waited for a stand-in. Thinking of this, his eyes involuntarily looked in the direction of the lotus pond......

Perhaps, this scarecrow crawled out of that lotus pond......

Perhaps, it has been waiting here for a long time, waiting more hungry than Erhei......