The Yellow Rat King is not sad for the dead rats, anyway, their rat reproduction ability is super strong. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The rats are finally living like gods. They eat heartily in the granary, eat to their heart's content, and keep moving things into the hole.

Later, they didn't bother to move into the hole. This granary is their territory, so why bother moving around.

After three days of enjoying it like this, the yellow rat king remembered that Qiuqiu was coming.

That hateful filial dog, they have made such a big noise in the granary these days, and they don't see the vicious dog come out, is it also starving.

This heartfelt fool dog, who has been guarding the dead seven old men without eating or drinking, never leaving an inch, may have died a long time ago.

The yellow-haired rat king wanted to go to the ball and settle their grievances once and for all.

The rats walked towards the hall with great momentum. When they walked to the door, they all shrank again, and no one dared to take the lead. The wind that blew in from outside the house blew the white hair on the top of Qiuqiu's head. The rats thought that Qiuqiu was coming to attack them, and one by one they fled.

They fled to the side, but they didn't see the ball come out to attack them. And they gathered themselves together again and tried them into the hall.

After going back and forth several times, the Yellow Rat King was convinced that Qiuqiu was dead.

However, the Yellow Rat King is very suspicious, even if he is sure of something, he must be careful, otherwise he would not have lived to such an old age.

The Yellow Rat King drives a small mouse to harass Qiuqiu.

The little mouse shuddered and approached the ball. A dog of that size, even if it died, still scared the little mouse.

The little mouse crept closer to the ball and stretched out his paw to pull the ball tail. It only took a pull before it turned around and ran away.

The ball was still motionless. The rats squeaked at the door, cheering on the little mice.

The little mouse was a little bolder, and stretched out his leg and stepped on the tail of the ball. The ball still didn't move.

The little mouse was even more daring, and opened his mouth to bite the tail of the ball. The ball still hasn't moved.

The rats were all excited, and one by one they rushed in, first trying to bite the tail of the ball, and then seeing that it was not moving, they bit it fiercely.

The tail of the ball soon became a blur of flesh and blood.

Qiuqiu felt the pain of his heart, and his tail was about to be bitten off by the rats.

Qiuqiu endured the pain, trying to stay still, and even his breathing became undetectable. It's gambling, betting on the chance of winning with one hit.

The Yellow Rat King was completely convinced that Qiuqiu was dead. It swaggered up to Ball Ball, first pulling Ball Ball off his beard with its paws, and then farts at Ball Ball's nose.

The ball was about to stink, but it still held its position.

Dead dog, long overdue!

The Yellow Rat King kicked the nose of the ball with his legs, and he even wanted to put a soak of urine on the nose of the ball to humiliate the sworn enemy and show his majesty.

It's a pity that the yellow-haired rat king is just thinking about it.

Qiuqiu suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth suddenly. The Yellow Rat King's leg kicked directly into the mouth of the ball.

Ballball's sharp teeth pierced into the flesh of the Rat King, and it howled in despair.

This dead dog, it turns out that it is not dead at all.

The rats were stunned as they watched as Qiuqiu bit off the Yellow Rat King's leg and bit its head.

It was as if the ball had been injected with a powerful stimulant, and it had become extremely brave and lifeless.

It swooped down like lightning on the stunned rats, its teeth unceremoniously digging into their flesh.

The room was full of rat corpses, and the room was full of flying blood.

Those rats who escaped death probably don't want to return to this room for the rest of their lives.

Qiuqiu used his last strength to clean up the battlefield and arrange the corpses of the rats according to their size. The corpse of the Yellow Rat King was at the front, and the yellow fur was like a golden medallion.

Grandpa, Qiuqiu is good. The ball bit the yellow rat king to death.

Qiuqiu crawled to the side of the seven old men, and this time it really couldn't move.

The autumn rain is still falling, and there is no intention of stopping at all.

People did not notice the anomaly of the Seven Old Han families. Those chickens and ducks who consciously came out to eat every day and went home consciously gave everyone the illusion that the seven old men were still sick, so they didn't go out.

The first to notice that something was wrong was Wu Mingjiang. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen the Seven Old Men for a few days, and he didn't know how sick this old buddy was.

Wu Mingjiang came to the door of the door of the Seven Old Men with an umbrella, pushed the door, and found that the door was locked.

Wu Mingjiang slammed the door vigorously and shouted loudly to the seven old men.

The old ewe had eaten up the peanut vines on the wall, and even the weeds in the yard.

Hearing the sound of someone banging on the door, the old ewe ran over and screamed desperately at Wu Mingjiang through the yard door.

"It's broken, something must have happened to Seventh Brother."

Wu Mingjiang directly removed the courtyard door.

"Seventh brother, seventh brother."

Wu Mingjiang ran into the hall and saw a shocking scene.

A dead rat slipped away, and the ground was covered with dried blood.

The seven old men who had been lying on the ground for many days had their exposed hands gnawed.

Qiuqiu saw Wu Mingjiang who walked in, and screamed softly, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. Its head with a clump of white hair hung down, next to its beloved grandfather.

"Ballball, ball." Wu Mingjiang shook Qiuqiu's head, but unfortunately the head with a ball of white hair could no longer be lifted.

Wu Mingjiang hurriedly ran out and called someone.

The autumn wind and autumn rain blew in from the open door of the hall, and the white hair on the top of Qiuqiu's head was like a white lotus flower in the wind.

Shui Qing came back with Caiyun and Junchao. Several of the daughters of the seven old men also returned.

The funeral of the seven old men was very grand.

It's just that at the time of the funeral, it was Zhu Duangong who played the suona, but no one sang the majestic and desolate trumpet of the mourner.

The seven old men are dead, and there is no one to lead the singing. Maybe in the funeral of the Checheshan people in the future, you will never hear this male song from life and blood again.

Maybe in the future, even the high-pitched suona sound will not be heard. After all, Zhu Duangong is also that old.

Maybe in the future, those funerals will only be left with some absurd liveliness, and there will be no funeral customs that have been passed down for so many years.

Those ridiculous bustle, the seven old men don't need it, and Qiuqiu doesn't need it, it's not the awe and attachment to life, it's just for the living.

Dead people, all you need is a pile of dirt.

The seven old men and the seven old ladies were buried together. Born in the same bed and died in the same hole, this is the best destination for their marriage and relationship.

Next to the graves of the seven old men and the seven old women, there is also a small pile of stones, which is the ball that people buried.

The people of Checheshan will no longer see a ball covered in pitch black with white hair like a white lotus on the top of the head. But the story of Qiuqiu may live on like those ancient folk tales.

There is such a dog, people call it filial piety dog, filial piety dog is loyal, not ominous.

The autumn wind blew off the leaves in the woods of Cheche Mountain. The yellow leaves, the red leaves, are like butterflies fluttering in the wind.

The autumn wind is up, the autumn is cool, and the autumn leaves are piled up.

Piles of autumn leaves will eventually rot and turn to dust.

On the village road covered with autumn leaves, there is a man returning home.

Tired face, dusty body, empty bags.

It was Haiqing, who hadn't been back for a long time.

That's because Haiqing lost all his money in gambling and didn't have the face to come back.

Haiqing, who didn't have the face to come back, still came back.

It's just that Checheshan is still the same Checheshan, the Heitan River is still the Heitan River, that home is no longer the original home, and those people are not the original people.

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