Zhang Ling locked the calligraphy and paintings in the bookcase, and then ran to Zhang Xiaohua's house and found a group of women gathered in front of her house. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Zhang Xiaohua saw Zhang Ling, she immediately greeted her, and before Zhang Ling could speak, she spoke first: "Brother Zhang Ling, have you heard, something happened in the village." ”

Zhang Ling's eyes widened suddenly, and he hurriedly asked what was wrong.

"Ah, you don't know? The old drunkard in the village is dead, and now his body is still hanging under the old locust tree at the head of the village? Oh, by the way, let's go check it out. With that, Zhang Xiaohua pulled Zhang Ling to follow the group of women, and then walked towards the entrance of the village.

On the way, Zhang Ling remembered what happened last night, so he asked Zhang Xiaohua where she went last night.

As a result, Zhang Xiaohua blinked and glanced at Zhang Ling, saying that she didn't go anywhere last night, she had been watching TV at home, and she didn't fall asleep until after one o'clock at night.

After listening, Zhang Ling broke out in a cold sweat again, thinking to himself who he met last night, could it really be a ghost?

What about that weird village you encountered last night?

Soon, the group walked to the head of the village, and there was really a corpse hanging under the old locust tree.

The old drunkard is over 60 years old and has never had a family. Usually it's okay.,As soon as you drink a little wine, the village is full of flirtatious women.。

The eldest girl and little daughter-in-law in the village, almost all of them have been taken advantage of by this old drunkard, and there are even many girls who have been touched by this old drunkard since childhood!

So, as soon as they heard that the old drunkard had died, the women of the village were happy, and thought that God had opened their eyes and finally accepted this scumbag.

It's just that Zhang Ling looked at the corpse of this old drunkard and always felt that something was wrong.

The corpse hung from a tree, and after being exposed to the sun, it was dripping black blood from below.

A pool of blood soon gathered under the corpse, and all the flowers and plants that had been stained with black blood all inexplicably withered and died.

The old drunkard had done so much evil that his body hung there and was ignored until evening, when several of his distant nephews came to collect the body in the coffin.

At night, Zhang Ling lay in bed, always feeling that since he hit the mountain, a lot of strange things have happened in the village.

Is it because of that ancient calligraphy and painting?

Zhang Ling jumped onto the bed with a grunt, took out the calligraphy and painting from the cabinet and spread it out on the bed.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the other things on the calligraphy and painting were still there, but the woman in the white dress was missing!

"I'm rubbing, where's the girl on the painting?"

"You're a, your whole family is a!" A sweet voice came from behind, and then he fell to the ground, it hurt!

"Who dares to plot against me?" Zhang Ling's buttocks hurt and scolded in the room.

"It's this girl, what's the matter, don't accept it?" A woman in a white dress was suspended in front of Zhang Ling like a fairy.

Zhang Ling rubbed his eyes, looked at the woman in the white dress above his head, and couldn't help muttering: "Like, it's too similar, it's exactly like in the painting." ”

"Hmph, what do you mean by likeness, the one that is painted is obviously me." The woman in the white dress pursed her lips.

Looking at that delicate little face, Zhang Ling almost spurted out a nosebleed.

He kept admonishing himself in his heart: "Be calm, be calm, this woman actually came out of the painting with a psychic, isn't that a female ghost?" ”

"Boy, you know what? Someone is going to die in your village? The woman in the white dress sat on the bed, shaking her long and white legs.

"What human life? Are you referring to the old drunkard who died? Zhang Ling asked.

"It's about the old drunkard, but it's not just him, it's going to be many more."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, the old drunkard is going to kill more people, maybe your whole village will die." The woman in the white dress said casually.

"Isn't the old drunkard dead? Who can he kill? "Zhang Ling's head is big again.

"Hmph, wait and see, just wait and beg me then." As she spoke, the woman in the white dress got up from the bed and stretched comfortably.

Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, thinking that this girl was not very obvious in the calligraphy and painting, but when she came out, she actually looked so big and very white.

The woman in the white dress stood in front of her, and Zhang Ling could see the not shallow ditch by tiptoeing slightly, deep and long......

"Look at what, rascal." The woman in the white dress blushed, and then gave Zhang Ling a punch.

Zhang Ling snorted in his mouth and shouted a violent woman.

"What a violent woman, everyone is famous."

"What's your name?"

"Isn't there calligraphy and painting, look at it yourself." The woman in the white dress floated into the air again as she spoke, trying to keep her distance from the little rascal as much as possible.

It's just that what she didn't expect was that she made another mistake.......

Zhang Ling picked up the calligraphy and painting on the bed, put it in front of him and looked at it carefully, and really found that there were four big characters written on the calligraphy and painting. It's just that it's an ancient script, and I don't seem to know it.

"Well, let me introduce myself, my name is Zhang Ling, and you can call me Brother Ling. Okay, now it's your turn to introduce yourself. Zhang Ling squinted at the woman in the white dress hanging above her head, and then swallowed silently.

"Cut, if you don't know the words above, you don't know it, what kind of routine are you playing, you don't have any culture depending on your appearance." The woman in the white dress laughed at Zhang Linglai.

Zhang Ling snorted, and then still stared at the woman in the white dress between her legs.

"Okay, let me introduce myself, my name is Murong Wan'er, you can call me a lifesaver." Murong Wan'er said with a sweet smile.

"What lifesaver?"

"Hmph, you still don't admit it, do you think that if it wasn't for me last night, you would have escaped the demon conjure?" Murong Wan'er raised her head high as she spoke, but she was still suspended in that position.

Zhang Ling swallowed his saliva again, thinking that he really met an evil ghost last night, it seems that this Wan'er who came out of the painting really has some skills. But as a big man, he can't fall in front of women.

So, Zhang Ling rubbed his nose, then coughed and pointed at Murong Wan'er and asked, "Wan'er, did you ancient people not wear underwear?" When he said this, Zhang Ling's gaze never shifted from somewhere.

Murong Wan'er suddenly felt cold underneath, and then subconsciously clamped her legs, and finally yelled at Zhang Ling: "Don't look at it!" ”

"I've seen it."

"You ......."

Murong Wan'er snorted coldly, and then took out an extra purple whip in her hand and whipped it fiercely at Zhang Ling.

"I'm rubbing, violent woman, abuse!" Zhang Ling roared and ran outside.

"Don't Run......."

Murong Wan'er followed Zhang Ling with a whip and chased after him until midnight, before she smiled and returned to the painting.

Zhang Ling lay on the bed as if he was dead, and then slept until dawn.

The next morning, the people in the village were boiling again.

The daughter-in-law of the Li family cried and said that she got up in the morning to go to the toilet, but when she passed by the coffin of the old drunkard, she saw the old drunkard's hand sticking out of the coffin.

Zhang Ling shook his head, and then asked Sister-in-law Li what she saw besides the hand.

The daughter-in-law of the Li family said that it was not completely dawn at that time, and she didn't see it very clearly, anyway, there was really a hand sticking out of the coffin.

"Cut, why don't you do it, is it because the old drunkard is dead, no one touches you, and your body itches again early in the morning?" Widow Wang said in a strange way while munching on melon seeds.

"Hey, you old lady, your man is dead, the loneliest person in the village should be you, I remember that the old drunkard knocked on your door in the middle of the night before he died." The daughter-in-law of the Li family said angrily.

"Yo he, I'm embarrassed to say that your little plum was not at home last time, and you didn't open the door at night and call the old drunkard in." The widow said with her hands on her hips.

"What, just last week, I saw you in the grove over there......."

......

Zhang Ling shook his head and walked away, thinking that there were many trivial things in the mountain village, and the old drunkard must have worked hard in bed, otherwise he wouldn't have .......

"Oh no, the old drunkard's coffin has moved, and one of his distant nephews has already come down the mountain to ask the mage." A villager hurried towards the entrance of the village.

Zhang Ling remembered Murong Wan'er's words, sighed secretly, and hurriedly ran towards the coffin where the old drunkard was placed.