The gray-white skull, covered with fine cracks, and the earthy brown mud, slowly flowing outward from the hole in the skull, looked eerie and terrifying, and frightened the villagers into retreating in unison, not daring to approach;

"Stomp, stomp!"

Uncle Wang hurriedly stood up, and walked quickly to the mud pit with the old man and the bastard whose expression had changed suddenly;

The old man looked at the formidable skull, and two lines of blood and tears slipped quietly down the old face;

"Stop digging! So be it! ”

Uncle Wang stretched out his hand and patted the old man's shoulder, looking extremely sad and worried;

"Let's all go back!"

The bastard's face is full of unwillingness;

"What about the eight precepts?"

At this moment, a sharp-eyed village name pointed to the mud pit and screamed;

"Look! And one more! ”

Everyone took advantage of the situation and immediately retreated again in shock;

"Goo-doo! ...”

There were blisters in the mud pit, and a large amount of muddy water was oozing, and two miserable white skulls were floating up and down in the earthy brown muddy water;

a skull, visibly missing a small half, and around the notch was a circle of jagged white bone stubble, as if it had been smashed by a boulder, floating diagonally in the earthy brown muddy water;

There is also a relatively complete one, from top to bottom, four hole eyes, rising and falling with the fluctuations of muddy water, as if the devil who broke out of the ground is coveting everyone's flesh and blood with empty magic eyes;

"Oops! This, this... It's too scary, let's listen to the village chief, stop digging! ”

"That's it, don't dig it, I heard that the ugly Bajie fell overnight, and now the power is all muddy water, I'm afraid it's..."

"Alas! God has no eyes! What a good child, just going, it's really sad..."

......

A group of villagers sighed around the mud pit, looking at the old man with blood and tears on his face, one by one he felt the same way, and all of them shed tears with gloomy expressions;

"Uncle!"

The sad and weeping bastard, with quick eyes and quick hands, helped the crumbling old man;

"Go back!"

The old man spit out two words with difficulty in a hoarse voice, closed his eyes with a miserable face, two lines of blood and tears were as red as blood, and with the support of the bastard and Uncle Wang, he staggered around and walked forward tremblingly;

"Village Chief! What to do with this mud pit? ”

A villager looked at the old man's back and asked in fear;

"Throw the dirty stuff in and reseal it!"

Uncle Wang didn't respond back, looking at the old man with a dead face, two lines of old tears couldn't stop flowing down;

"Just do what the old Chinese medicine doctor said! No one will come here again! ”

After the villagers watched Uncle Wang and the old man leave, Uncle Li looked at the mud all over the ground and the eerie skull, and opened his mouth in a frightened trembling voice, beckoning the villagers to do it;

"Bang dang! Whew! Bang Dang! Whew! ”

After a group of villagers were busy, a huge mound of earth appeared in the place where the mud pit was originally located, and the weeds were mixed in it, like a tomb that had just been built;

The potholes around the mound were all the soil pits left by shovels and shovels, and the villagers wiped their sweat with palpitations, put away their shovels and hoes, and walked back with Uncle Li without saying a word;

In the old man's house, the old man sat on the bed with dull eyes, a new set of clothes was placed next to the bed, neatly folded, the old man stretched out his rough palm, stroked the dark gray clothes, black cloth shoes, and a pair of old eyes were full of blood and tears;

Uncle Wang wiped a handful of tears and felt distressed when he looked at the old man's appearance;

"Dude! Don't cry anymore, if you continue to cry like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep these eyes! ”

The bastard looked at the old man with a heavy heart, his fists clenched;

"Uncle! Don't worry, Ming'er and I will find someone to pick a day and marry Xiaoxue, Bajie is gone, you still have a granddaughter-in-law, let her accompany you in the future! ”

The old man closed his eyes gloomily, letting the warm blood and tears crisscross the old man's face, and the hoarse voice of vicissitudes murmured softly;

"This is me, entrusted someone to Bajie, the new clothes I made, changed from my military uniform back then, he didn't wear it once, I don't know, it doesn't fit, and this pair of mille-feuille bottoms..."

Uncle Wang and the bastard were teary-eyed, looking at the clothes and shoes under the old man's palms, they only felt that their noses were as sour as their hearts, and they involuntarily appeared in their minds, and the ugly smiling face of the ugly Bajie in the past let the tears slide silently;

"Bajie! What about the Eight Precepts? It's dark, why haven't you come back yet? Is it that the roots of your ears are itchy, and you want me to count you again? ”

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, stood up tremblingly, and staggered forward, so frightened that the bastard and Uncle Wang were frightened, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him;

"Dude! What are you doing? ”

Uncle Wang's voice trembled a little, and looking at the old man's appearance, a bad premonition rose in his heart;

"Lao Wang! When did you get here? It's dark, you don't go home to cook and eat, what are you doing here? Want to eat? ”

The bastard suddenly chuckled in his heart, turned his head to look at the blue sky and white sun outside the door, and looked at the old man with teary eyes;

"Uncle! You..."

The old man moved, and turned his head to look at the bastard;

"Little bastard! Why are you here too, are my granddaughter-in-law back? Have you seen the Eight Commandments? Why hasn't he come back yet? Look at this day, it's so dark, Uncle can't even see your face! ”

Uncle Wang couldn't hide his grief, and while crying silently, he dragged the old man out of the kiln house;

"Dude! I accidentally knocked it just now, you help me take a look, is my head swollen? ”

The old man turned his head and looked at Uncle Wang for a long time, complaining with a dissatisfied face;

"Where are you old boy hiding? I can't even see people, so how can I help you see it! ”

Uncle Wang suddenly cried bitterly, crying heartbreakingly;

"Dude! I'm a hard-working old man! God has no eyes! It's a lot old, and I let you suffer this crime! Woo..."

The bastard only felt that the world was spinning, and he almost fainted;

"Bang!"

The bastard knelt at the old man's feet, howling and crying;

"Uncle! I'm sorry for you! My family can't stand you! Woo..."

The old man suddenly pushed away Uncle Wang, who was holding him, and ran forward with his head bored;

"Bang!"

The old man fell to the ground, holding his head in his hands, and roared hoarsely at the top of his throat;

"Be careful! The little RB devil is throwing bombs again! Lie down, don't move! ”

Uncle Wang only felt that he had lost all his strength in an instant, and sat on the ground with a dejected face, looking at the old man's appearance, listening to the old man's roar, and his tears were hazy, as if he had returned to the years of the Anti-Japanese War when he was dodging the rain of bullets;

"Uncle!"

The bastard crawled down beside the old man, looking at the old man who was already crazy through the hazy teary eyes, listening to his nonsense, his heart was like a knife, he could hardly breathe in pain, an indescribable sadness, ruthlessly drowning him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo