"Boom"

After a heavy bang, the door closed! We hurriedly ran to push the door, but we couldn't push it open, so we had to retreat. ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ?`ｎ?ｅ?ｇ?

The old man's voice vanished, and Heiya and I looked at each other, feeling like we were pigs that had been kept in captivity by that guy and ready to be slaughtered at any time.

The bloody corpses in the pool of blood did not dare to come out and pierce the stabs, and the whole room was filled with the smell of blood, and there were two dead people and one person who was about to die on the four stone beds.

Hei Ya went over and cut the pulse on the man's wrist, then rolled his eyelids, and couldn't help sighing, "This kid's vitality is quite strong, and his blood is almost dry and he is not dead yet!"

"Save ...... I ......" The man's lips moved, and he made a faint sound, and under the eyelids that were turned up by Heiya, a pair of eyes had the meaning of turning upward.

"Hey, don't die, hold on!" Hei Ya said busily, while butting the two pieces of skin on his stomach, and then took a "life sustaining talisman" in his hand and sent it into the person's body, suddenly, I saw from the gap between the belly, the blue and purple blood vessels, the blood flowed faster, and all the faint wriggling organs actually accelerated as if they were charged.

The fist-sized heart, in particular, was plopping from his chest, pumping blood throughout his body.

"Ah...... It hurts! it hurts me!" the man turned around, rolled his eyelids and looked at us, his facial features were huddled together, and he hissed in pain, "Kill me! Please give me a good time! It hurts so much, I can't hold on anymore! I don't want to live......"

"What stupid words are you talking about! If you save it, you will live honestly! You are a fortune teller, look at the two next to you, they were also disemboweled, and they died miserably!" Hei Ya slapped his head, took out a silver needle to prick him a few times, and turned into a talisman and sent it into his body, which made the man close his mouth!

"That'...... Then my stomach is all open, what should I do?" The man lowered his head in fear, looked at his miserable situation and quickly closed his eyes, and said pitifully in a trembling voice, "I, my stomach is all open, I, will I die?"

"It's okay, I'll just find a way to close the wound for you!" Heiya called me over, asked me to hold his head, protect his eyes, and told me to talk to him, it doesn't matter what we talk about, but I need to divert his attention.

"What do you stitch?" I involuntarily touched the bag I was carrying, frowning, "I didn't bring a needle and thread!"

"I don't have either, but I have a way!" Hei Ya turned his head and looked around, and suddenly ran to a stone bed in the opposite corner, on which lay a woman, oh no, a female corpse.

The female corpse was slightly older, fifty or sixty years old, with a bun on her head, and a few small black hairbands inserted next to the bun.

Heiya stroked his palms and smiled, "Stitched things, there is!"

He used a dagger to untie the woman's hair in a bun, then picked a strand of hair, took the black hairpins, and sharpened them on the edge of the stone bed.

The kid was so frightened that he bit his lip and cried in fright, "Brother......! Big brother, you won't use the dead...... Hair will stitch up my wound......s, right? It's disgusting, it's this!"

"Disgusting, do you want to die?" Hei Ya grinded the hairpin, picked it up to see if it was sharp, and lowered his head to continue grinding.

"I heard and heard that a demon would be attached to the hair of the dead...... She—she's not going to follow me, is she?" the man muttered.

"That's whatever you want!" Hei Ya blackened his face, put down the work in his hand, glared at him, "If you don't stitch the wound up, a lot of dust and bacteria will enter, and your internal organs will be eroded by bacteria and viruses, and slowly rot away, my painkiller will expire, and you will have severe pain all over your body, either it hurts to death or rot to death!"

"Oh, don't, don't!" the man begged with fright, "I was wrong, big brother, please help me seal ......my belly!

"yes, how did you get in?" I asked, curious, and began to distract him.

Heiya sharpened the hairpin very sharp and thin, carefully tied the hair strand to the other end of the hairpin, starting from the man's abdomen, poking into his flesh one by one, and stitching the wound with the black hair.

There was a lot of yellow fat on the man's stomach, and Heiya couldn't pierce the needle through the fat several times, so he had to take out the knife and carefully peel off the fat before he could continue to suture.

I almost gagged at it, holding one hand to the man's eyes and the other to my own, trying to talk to him and divert our attention.

"Dude, how the hell did you get in?" I asked.

The man had already used a painkiller to relieve the pain, but Heiya stitched him up, he should still feel it, I saw his grinning expression from the gap between my fingers, so I patted him, "Chat with me, don't be cranky and be careful to scare yourself to death!"

"I ...... I don't know!" the man sighed deeply, helpless, "I remember that I came to the cemetery to worship and talk to my daughter-in-law in front of her grave. As I spoke, I felt even more uncomfortable, so I drank a little of the wine I had brought with me......"

Lu Qiang's wife died unexpectedly a few years ago, and he has been working in other places, and he has not even been able to rush back to see her for the last time when his wife died.

So every year when she died, Lu Qiang would come back to worship his wife no matter what, talk to her in front of her grave, cry, drink some wine and drunkenly hold his wife's tombstone and talk nonsense, vent all his guilt and thoughts, and then reluctantly leave.

This time he was in a bad mood, and he fell asleep in front of his wife's grave and getting drunk, holding her tombstone while talking.

When he was in a daze, Lu Qiang was suddenly woken up by a very cold wind, his whole body was cold, and he looked around in a daze, and the sky was already dark.

"Knowing the ...... of Soso"

A gust of wind blew, and something came from the grass, as if some small animal was running inside.

Lu Qiang raised his hand and threw the wine bottle over, and there was no sound in the grass.

The wine was woken up by the cold wind, and it was already very quiet in the real cemetery, and a particularly gloomy atmosphere permeated it, although Lu Qiang was not afraid of ghosts, he always felt a little cautious, as if behind him, there was always a pair of eyes staring at him, which made people feel a kind of hairy feeling in their hearts.

"Hiss ......"

Lu Qiang strode out, and suddenly footsteps sounded behind him.

He stopped suddenly, turned to look back, and there was nothing behind him, but out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see a dark shadow sweeping by.

Lu Qiang was a little worried in his heart, turned around and came back and quickened his pace, the huge cemetery only had his own footsteps, but as soon as he took a few steps, there was a footstep behind him that followed closely behind him...... (To be continued.) )