The snow is cold, and the face is even colder, so cold that it seems to be a ghost blowing the lamp and not knowing the dead ghost in that paragraph.

The dead fat man can be regarded as having the ability to defy the sky, but he didn't speak. It can be seen that the function of the heart is still very good.

The fat man held back his fear, closed his eyes, slowed down for three seconds and opened them again, and the face was still there.

The fat man is sure that this is not a hallucination, then there are two possibilities, the first is a dead person, and the second is that he has encountered a ghost.

Dead people are not scary, and he is not a character who is so simple that he cries out when he sees blood.

When I was a child, I liked to fight, I like the kind of people who have high difficulties, do five or six alone, and if you can't win, you will continue to do it, and it is common for your head to break and bleed, and I know that one day this bastard beast knelt in front of him and begged for mercy, saying: "Fat man, we have taken it, and we are convinced with admiration." ”

Entering society, he killed a man who betrayed his father for his father in the year he graduated from college, and he was killed with a knife, without the slightest fear or pity. In its place is a perverted pleasure.

The fat man blocked the handful of grass in his hand at the entrance of the hole, and the pale face became a little blurry.

The fat man adjusted his breathing and said, "Don't fucking look at me in a foolish way, be careful that I break your neck." ”

That face still hasn't changed.

"If you are a ghost, you will do ghost things, I am a foreigner, and I don't know you at all, besides, people and ghosts have different paths, you should pay attention to morality." The fat man tries to understand the opponent through communication. But it didn't work, the miserable white face was still the same as just now, and it was possible that the mouth moved, or it was not moved.

The fat man felt that his eyes were a little sour, and the fear that penetrated his heart came up again, transmitting the breath of death from every hair.

, the fat man has a big life, he escaped so far, he can't die here like this.

Thinking of this, the fat man suddenly leaned forward, popped out of his hand, and stuck the neck under that face.

The moment he came into contact with the thing that he didn't know if it was a person or a ghost, the fat man felt a kind of warmth in his skin in the cold.

He fell with the thing, and the world was silent again.

The thing didn't resist, and the fat man's hand let go.

The fat man only clearly felt at this time that this was a person.

It turned out that the position he was in now was handled by that person when he came in.

There's also a hole in it, and it looks like this guy has been here for a long, long time.

When the fat man let go of his hand, the man coughed violently, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the thick smell of blood suddenly diffused in this small space.

The fat man sighed, looked at the handsome man in front of him and said in his heart, he thought he was fucking unlucky, but he didn't expect that there would be even more pitiful guys.

"Hey, wake up." The fat man slapped the man's face with his dirty paws.

The man was motionless, breathing faintly like a gossamer.

The fat man closed his eyes and prepared to sleep, but the man's cold, but distressed face lingered in front of him.

If he didn't leave him alone, maybe he would die on this snowy day, besides, it was really awkward to be with such a half-dead person, if he really died, maybe what to do with him, all the resentment attached to him would have no peaceful life to live after.

The fat man hesitated for a long time, no matter if this matter was for himself or for accumulating some yin virtue, in short, he should be him.

The fat man tore open the thing that was blocked at the entrance of the cave, and was about to go out, but stopped, in such weather, where to go, where can someone take him.

The fat man suddenly saw a dim light, it was the old man who had beaten him just now who had not slept yet, and he didn't know what to do at night.

It seems that tonight can only disturb him, and the half-dead man can only see his creation.

Thinking of this, the dead fat man grabbed one of the person's legs and pulled the whole person out.

Then he took it on his shoulders and came to the old man's courtyard door, and kicked it open with his foot.

The old man was alone, and the reason why he didn't sleep was to enjoy the wonderful performance of Kura Sora in his room.

The old man, Sora Aoi's film, makes people feel a little disgusting and a little brute when they think about it.

When the old man heard the cracking sound of his yard door being blasted, his first reaction was to close the hot thing he had just seen, and he came to the courtyard with a wooden stick in his hand. The quick hand doesn't look like an old dog who looks in his sixties.

The moment the fat man and the old man's eyes met, the old man opened his somewhat hoarse voice and scolded: "your grandmother, you didn't kill you just now, you came back." ”

The fat man couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw the old man's eyes shining brightly, and a big tent in front of his shorts underneath, but he couldn't help laughing, but he couldn't help it, and didn't entangle with him, and carried the half-dead man who still had his breath left.

The old man was greatly annoyed, and went down with a stick, but was blocked by the fat man's casual stretching arm, and the wooden stick with the thickness of the bowl was broken into two at once, and the old man was stunned for a long time, only to find that the dead fat man had gone in.

The room was warm as spring, the old beast was still fucking good at living, and there was no such filth as a bachelor in the room.

The layout is actually well organized, especially a big bookcase leaning inside, full of boarding, I can't imagine that this old bastard still has the habit of old books.

There was a stove in the middle of the room, and the flames in the stove were swaying.

The fat man put the man on the kang, took an apple from a fruit bowl and took two bites.

The old man looked at this dead fat man who was not polite at all, and said angrily, "You still have a chance to get out now, don't mess with grandpa." ”

The dead fat man smiled lewdly and said, "That person is dying, you have to think of a way." ”

A gust of cold wind blew in from outside, the old man shivered, and the things in front of his pants went down a lot, so he quickly jumped on the kang and began to put on his pants.

"What does it matter to me whether he dies or not, no one cares about me if I die or not." The old man said coldly after putting on his clothes.

"It's okay if you don't care, he will die on your kang in a while, I don't care." The dead fat man picked up the old man's box of cigarettes, took out one and lit one.

The old man couldn't bear it anymore, so he took out a sharp dagger from under the quilt like a trick, and stabbed the fat man directly like a spring.

The fat man's face changed slightly, and he still held the cigarette in his hand, but he just took the old man far away and knocked over the chair in just one circle.

The dead fat man, nimble like a cat, jumped over, stepped on the old man's head, and said viciously, "If you don't save him, I'll burst your head." ”