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"Uncle, where is your home?" Du Sheng looked at the denser and denser weeds, turned around and asked.

"Hehe, it's almost there." The mustache laughed.

"Your family must be rich." Although Du Sheng grew up in an orphanage, he knew that this car was worth a lot of money at a glance, and even the clothes of the uncle and the little girl were obviously different.

"Hehe, doing a small business has also made a little money." The mustache was still smiling.

"No, you must be rich." Du Sheng's heart was full of expectations, not only because of food, but more importantly, with their help, maybe he would be able to find Granny Meng soon.

"Daddy." The little girl tugged at the sleeve of her mustache.

"What's the matter, my little princess?" The mustache put his arms around the little girl's shoulders lovingly.

"Dad, I'm hungry." The little girl pursed her lips aggrievedly.

"Eh, it's almost home, can't you bear it anymore?" Mustache for the embarrassment.

"No, no, I want to eat it now!" The little girl tugged at the sleeves of her mustache and sprinkled pride.

"The old king is here." The mustache reminded.

"Uncle Wang was here last time." The little girl said, smiling slyly at the round head.

"You're embarrassed to say that last time I had to eat in the car, and I got my car dirty, and I just got a new one, and I want to break it?" The mustache gently pinched the little girl's face.

"I don't care, I don't care, I'm going to eat!" The little girl did not give up.

The mustache was helpless, and turned his head to look at the round head: "Lao Wang, look at this ······"

"No, it's okay, don't worry about me, really don't ······ No need to ······" The round head stammered, and for no reason, his voice became trembling a lot.

"Okay, then you can park the car for a moment." After the mustache finished speaking, he reminded the little girl: "If you want to eat out, you must not stain the car again." ”

"Uh-huh!" The little girl happily agreed.

The car stopped at random on the side of the road, the little girl held the rag doll, and as soon as she got out of the car, she walked into the weeds, and the mustache was not in a hurry, and slowly followed behind. Although Du Sheng couldn't figure out the situation, he had to follow down, but the round head was left in the car, not knowing what he was quietly thinking.

After walking for about half a minute, the little girl turned around and said to the mustache, "After walking so far, you must not get the car dirty, right?" ”

"Yes, yes." The mustache smiled and nodded.

Du Sheng looked around, there was no shop in front of the village and no store behind him, and there were weeds and weeds all around.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Du Sheng picked his head.

"yes." The little girl replied with a smile.

"What are you eating?" Du Sheng asked.

"Eat you." The little girl was still smiling.

"Huh?" Du Sheng thought he had misheard.

"Eat you."

There was a hint of blood in the air for no apparent reason. Du Sheng didn't understand what was going on, but an unprecedented sense of fear spread from the bottom of his heart.

"I, I'm not going with you······ I want to go back······ Get back. Du Sheng involuntarily stepped back as he spoke.

"Where are you going, don't you have no home?" The mustache said with a smirk. There is an indescribable strangeness in his eyes.

As she spoke, the little girl's body suddenly twitched, and it seemed like thousands of small insects were wriggling under her skin. The bones twisted, and the sound of muscles tearing intermittently drilled into Du Sheng's ears.

Du Sheng's eyes widened and he wanted to escape, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't take a step. I saw that the little girl's delicate and pink face was suddenly torn from the middle and turned into several pieces, and the fangs stretched out of the wriggling tender flesh eagerly. Where the head and neck were originally connected, a blood-red and slender, snake-like tongue was shaking wildly towards Du Sheng, and the blue-green liquid dripped from the ** and the tongue, exuding a rancid disgusting breath.

Du Sheng was so frightened that he sat on the ground, looking at the scene in front of him that was ten thousand times more terrifying than a nightmare but extremely real, and he couldn't even scream. I can only let the tears fall down my cheeks.

The blood mouth was close at hand, and the slender tongue licked back and forth on Du Sheng's face, as if tasting a delicacy that was about to be eaten.

Finally, the big mouth opened violently and pounced on Du Sheng's head.

Du Sheng closed his eyes in despair.

"Poof!"

A strong wind swept through his ears, and then there was a muffled sound on the ground, and before he had time to think about it, a heart-rending scream followed, which frightened Du Sheng to open his eyes again.

I saw that this little monster with a bloody mouth had fallen to the ground at some point, rolling back and forth while screaming, and streams of blue-green liquid rushed out of its mouth. At Du Sheng's feet, the long tongue that originally belonged to the little monster was twisted painfully on the ground like a severed earthworm at this moment. Next to the tongue, a bright kitchen knife with a turquoise liquid poked deep into the ground, and the half-cut blade left on the ground was still unfinished, swaying in the moonlight, and making a soft "buzzing" sound.

"Damn!" A loud but slightly hoarse voice came from behind. Following the prestige, I saw a chubby figure slowly walking out of the darkness.

"Who is so interested," the mustache snorted coldly, picked up the screaming little monster, jumped back, and placed it in a relatively safe corner, before turning around and asking coldly, "Dare to come here to meddle in business?" ”

"Hehe, your uncle and I are here to meddle today!" The fat man slowly walked up to Du Sheng and pulled out the kitchen knife on the ground.

The fat man looked to be forty-five, with a "Mediterranean" on his head, a rosacea nose and copper bell eyes, a sparse beard on his big round face, crumpled short-sleeved shorts, a pair of flip-flops at his feet, and a greasy, dirty apron around his body, but two kitchen knives in his hands, shining in the moonlight.

"Fuck you, the car is pretty fast, and I don't even have time to smoke a cigarette." The fat man picked up the kitchen knife and pointed it at the mustache: "You say, are you damned?" ”

"Stinky boy, look like you're tired of it." The mustache said fiercely, and his eyes had turned green at some point.

"Hey, you're an immortal old monster, talk about seniority with Lao Tzu?" The fat man was not a little afraid, but the more he scolded, the more energetic he became: "Come on, come on, Lao Tzu will chop you up today and take you back to eat, come on!" ”

The mustache stopped talking, and with ten fingers, the original ordinary fingers suddenly changed into ten sharp bone knives, and even the palm of the palm was torn apart, turning into a big mouth with fangs.

said that it was too late, and as soon as the mustache kicked his legs, the whole person rushed towards the fat man at an unbelievable speed, and the fat man did not retreat but advanced, and also picked up the kitchen knife to meet it.

"Phew!" The bone knife was against the kitchen knife, and in an instant, it was lightning. The mustache is extremely fast, and every time he shoots, he goes straight to the fat man's vital point, although the fat man is bloated, his movements are not at all down, and the two kitchen knives are flying and spinning around the fat man like life. After dozens of moves, the fat man gradually gained the upper hand, cutting off the mustache and retreating again and again.

"Hehe, compared with Lao Tzu's speed, you are still far behind!" The fat man became more and more courageous, blocking the fatal claw of the mustache with his left hand, but his right hand suddenly slashed violently.

"Bang!" The mustache flew backwards, and when he landed on the ground, he was missing a left arm, and that left arm was being trampled under the feet of the fat man at the moment.

"Tsk, old monster, do you think it's better for me to braise you or stew you?" The fat man shook the kitchen knife in his hand: "But looking at you like this, how to do it must be unpalatable to death, forget it, for your piece of garbage, and then ruin Lao Tzu's craft, you can't make it, Lao Tzu still has to mix in this area." ”

The mustache screamed angrily, and his body began to twitch, and in a short time, his face had become a bloody mouth like that of a little monster, and his hands and feet became like a leopard and a tiger, and barbs as thick as a baby's arm came out of the skin, covering the entire body densely.

"Yo, finally really?" The fat man laughed: "Damn, I've seen more monsters, and your fucking look is really ugly." ”

The big monster bowed to the ground like a cheetah, and suddenly there was a scream, and its body flew forward. The fat man picked up the kitchen knife, did not dodge or dodge, and greeted him head-on.

The big monster's movements are more than twice as fast as before, although there is one less front claw, the strength is multiplied, under the onslaught, the fat man has to defend with all his strength with two knives, and occasionally grabs the opportunity to counterattack, but is blocked back by that spike. Du Sheng stared blankly at the unprecedented fierce battle in front of him, and was so shocked that he was speechless.

After several battles, the fat man gradually became a little powerless, and the two kitchen knives barely resisted the attack, but his steps were much messier than before.

"Be careful!" Du Sheng shouted. Before the words fell, the big monster swooped down from the air, and the fat man didn't have time to dodge, so he had to raise his hand to block. was bitten on his right arm by a big monster.

For a moment, both of them froze in place.

Blood splattered.

"Damn, you fuck you, you really bite it." The fat man gasped, beads of sweat dripping from his sideburns.

The big monster stared at the fat man, and under the bloody mouth, streams of red blood were gushing out from the bitten right arm.

"Hehe, but," the fat man suddenly sneered: "It's still Lao Tzu who earns." ”

The big monster was shocked and wanted to retreat, but found that his head had already been grabbed by the fat man's right hand, and the only remaining front paw was also trampled under the fat man's feet, unable to move.

"One hand, Lao Tzu wants to change your head!" The fat man snapped off and slashed down with a knife in his left hand.

The knife fell, and the big monster fell to the ground, but the head was still nailed to the fat man's right arm, just as it was when it was bitten just now.

"Damn, you're going to toss people when you're dead." The fat man violently broke open the mouth of the big monster, and kicked it away before the head hit the ground.

His right arm was already so painful that he was unconscious, and the fat man held a kitchen knife in his left hand and walked in the direction of the little monster step by step.

At this time, the little monster stared at the fat man, but it shrank back involuntarily like staring at a real monster.

The fat man slowly raised the kitchen knife.

There was silence.

"Damn," the fat man spat out, "Sure enough, I still can't do it." ”

"Lao Tzu doesn't kill the little one, you get out." The fat man said, withdrawing his hand: "Where to go back and forth, don't let Lao Tzu see you again!" ”

After the fat man finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the black car.

The round head had long been so frightened that feces and urine flew together, and tears and snot were all over his face.

"Big brother, big brother spare your life! I was also forced by them, if I don't do anything for them, they will eat me! The round head hid in the car and begged.

"Get out." The fat man stared at the round head viciously.

It wasn't until the little monster and the black car disappeared into the darkness of the night that the fat man put down the kitchen knife, took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, and put it in his mouth.

"Damn," the fat man took a deep breath of cigarette, and before he could spit it out, he felt dizzy in his head, and the whole person couldn't help but fall to his knees.

"Fat uncle!" Du Sheng rushed forward and used all his strength to barely hold the fat man.

"You kid hasn't run away yet?" The fat man gritted his teeth to stay awake and said with difficulty.

"Uncle Fat saved me, I can't leave Uncle Fat alone." Du Sheng said stubbornly.

"Damn, it's quite righteous." The fat man squeezed out two wry smiles: "Damn, this old monster is still poisonous, and it's really a knife to chop it to death····· It's cheap······"

"Then what should I do, Uncle Fat, don't die!" Du Sheng panicked when he heard this, and tears flowed down his eyes again.

"Stinky boy, what about cursing me?" The fat man scolded: "Lao Tzu is not so easy to die, let's go." ”

"Really, great!" Du Sheng burst into tears and smiled: "Fat uncle, where are you going, I'll help you go." ”

"Damn, it's a big night······ Of course I'm going home, do I want to give ······ Dig your own grave? ”

Du Sheng helped the fat man, and the two of them walked back slowly towards the city in the distance, step by step.

"Fat uncle, what's your name?"

"Uncle Fat, are those youkai?"

"Fat uncle, do you know martial arts?"

"What the fuck are you talking so much bullshit······"

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