I said: No, what's wrong?

Smelling the smell of the hare's meat, there was a gurgling sound in the belly. When the Adam's apple www.biquge.info fluttered, I couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of spit.

"After eating rabbit meat for a while, we went to the creek and looked for toads, which could be of great use." As he spoke, the uncle in the suit took the rabbit meat off the fire rack and shared it with me.

After eating and drinking, we set out for the creek, and after about two hours we arrived.

"It's so dark, can you catch a toad?" I asked in a whisper.

In the dark, the uncle in the suit stared at the stream in front of him and said with a smile: You listen carefully.

We stood by the brook and listened intently, as if in the distant water, there were a few quacking sounds from time to time.

I whispered: The toad is calling?

"That's right! Follow the cries and you'll find them, come with me. The uncle in the suit pulled out a small dagger from his waist and immediately jumped into the stream.

I also jumped in with him, and in an instant cold water filled my shoes, and a cold feeling poured from the soles of my feet to my whole body.

Trampling on the stream, we slowly walked to a bluestone, about the size of a basketball, flat and round, placed in the middle of the stream.

The uncle in the suit handed me the flashlight, bent down, gently brushed away the stones with one hand, and saw the timing with the other hand, and suddenly poked into the water.

I was shocked, and my heart said that there is a toad lying under this stone?

I know that frogs usually lie on their stomachs by the river and don't move, and when we were young, we used four-sided hooks to fish for frogs. We privately call it the bomb hook, after finding the frog, slowly put the line down, until the silk thread hangs down to the frog's belly, pull it up, and the bomb hook will be inserted directly into the frog's abdomen.

But I haven't had time to shine a flashlight on him, can his eyes be so good in the dark? Before I could react, his right hand emerged from the water, and I raised the flashlight and shone it over to take a look, and I couldn't help but admire it to the extreme.

On the dagger he grasped in his right hand, there was a toad, the tip of which was inserted from the toad's back and protruding from the toad's snow-white abdomen, which could be described as a direct penetration.

"Let's go!"

The uncle in the suit shook his head and led me to the top of the mountain.

Before we came, we had already made a mark, and this time we were familiar with the road, and we rushed back to the top of the mountain in just over half an hour.

Looking up, the moon was obscured by dark clouds, as if draped in a light veil, and the moonlight was very dark, very dark.

The uncle in the suit turned his head to look around, and finally pointed to a big tree with lush foliage and said to me: Come with me.

When I got to the bottom of the tree, I helped him use the flashlight, and he stepped on the toad's two hind legs with his leather shoes, and pulled the dagger out of the toad's body.

I couldn't bear it, but I didn't know what to say.

The uncle in the suit said: What do you want? Don't get distracted, take care of it for me!

Then, he held the dagger and carefully cut it back and forth on the snow-white abdomen of the toad, struggling with the pain of the good end, the living toad.

But the more the toad struggled, the more ruthless the suit uncle's knife became, almost cutting all the flesh of the toad's abdomen.

I said, "Hey, uncle, you can lighten it, I have a stomachache when I see it."

He was stunned for a moment and said: You think too much, you take a closer look, I just cut its skin, and did not hurt its muscles.

As he spoke, it began to cut the toad's hind legs again. I found out that Uncle Suit was actually a well-hidden master, and if I saw this scene for the first time, I would have thought he was a biologist.

Because he accurately inserted the dagger into the toad's thigh, and even more accurately cut the toad's hamstring, so that although the toad is not dead, it is also useless.

A toad can't jump, just like a woman can't give birth, it's a lifelong pain.

I thought this was enough, but I didn't expect that the uncle in the suit used a branch to hold down one of the toad's front legs again, and also used the tip of the knife to break the muscles on the toad's front leg. These four-legged toads were scrapped by him!

After all this work, he raised his feet and loosened his leather shoes, and the toad was facing the sky on its back, not daring to turn over at all, and the blood flowing from his belly stained the weeds around him red.

I said, "What do you want to do?"

The uncle in the suit suddenly put his finger to his mouth and made a booing gesture at me.

I didn't say a word, and followed his gaze to see the dying toad, squirming on the grass with its back down and belly facing the sky.

Because the toad's hamstring was broken, it couldn't bounce, and its hind legs were directly useless. The front leg was also broken, leaving only one lower leg on the left side, struggling to pick up the weeds on the ground, using this friction to move forward.

The poisonous bubble on the toad's back gradually decayed in the process of rubbing, and all the venom smeared on its wriggling route.

I looked at this toad, and my heart was really heartbroken, I felt that it still wanted to live, it still wanted to find its home, it wanted to find its parents, it wanted to go back to the place where it lived. It's a pity that this beautiful fantasy will eventually be shattered in the process of blood loss.

Since the toad only has one front leg left, it cannot keep a straight line when it wriggles, and it makes a circle around us as it crawls. And just as the circle and the end point were connected, the toad's belly finally stopped beating.

It's dead, and it's dead at the end.

The circle drawn with toad venom and blood is so even, and the ratio of blood to venom is so appropriate in every place.

I was secretly shocked, and now that I think about it, this uncle in a suit seems to be cutting the toad's belly aimlessly, but in fact, he is also in control, first of all, he can't cut too deeply, otherwise he will kill the toad directly. Secondly, you can't cut it too lightly, otherwise you won't be able to shed so much blood.

The uncle in the suit said to me: Have you read Journey to the West?

I said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Sun Wukong drew a circle for Tang Seng with a golden hoop stick, and the demons and monsters can't get close to him, so you stay in this circle, and I guarantee your safety."

As soon as the uncle in the suit finished speaking, I said: That's fake, okay? You're not kidding with my life, are you?

"In nature, when a bear finds its prey, it will take a soak of urine and put the prey in a circle, and then the prey will not dare to run away, and the bear can eat it whenever it comes, do you know why?"

I said I didn't know, and I hadn't heard of it.

The uncle in the suit said: The urine of a bear contains a special ingredient, which will bring a message to other animals, a message that makes them fearful, it's as simple as that.

I said sourly: Then what are you preparing to guard against when you make this circle? Fish in the river?

The uncle in the suit said: No, it's to guard against ghosts in the mountains!

I gasped and looked around, and instantly felt the cold wind swishing, and the leaves above my head seemed to be windless.

I whispered, "Uncle, what are you going to do?"

He leaned into my ear and whispered, "Do you remember when we were at the old temple at the entrance of the village, I left the old temple in the middle of the night?"

I said yes, I woke up and couldn't find you.

The uncle in the suit nodded, and said: When I was sleeping, I felt that someone was touching my head. When I woke up, I found that my hair had fallen out.

Damn, I stared at my eyes and almost peed in my crotch.

I said, "Uncle, don't give me this at midnight, besides, isn't your hair good now?"

The uncle in the suit had a strict face, and said without a smile: Before I was washed by the sacred tree of Brahmana, I was neither a human nor a ghost, so my hair was also fake, and I could grow hair again at any time.

"Uncle, what do you mean, just say it, I'll be panicked."

The uncle in the suit lowered his voice and said to me: When I woke up, I didn't feel the breath of a living person, and it happened that there was a lot of noise outside the temple, so I chased it out, but I found that there was no shadow.

I remembered the time when I couldn't sleep, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the dark shadow on the roof of the old temple.

"So, I think there's a ghost stalking us along the way! Boy, do you know what a real ghost looks like? ”