I can't sleep with your uncle.

I've known him for so long, and one night I didn't fall asleep in bed, snoring so loudly.

He said he couldn't sleep, and he didn't believe in ghosts.

I know that little Jiujiu in his heart, and I don't expose it, I tossed for most of the night, and I really didn't feel sleepy.

Besides, I'm really uncomfortable sharing a bed with Annie Bai.

So I got up and said to the fat man:

"What's wrong? Lonely? Let's go, brother will go with you. ”

I came to our yard with the fat man.

In the middle of the night, where could I go, so I took the fat man to the roof of our house.

The tiled house in the countryside is the kind of roof eaves with a pointed middle point, and the two of us sit side by side in the middle.

It's a place I used to come to when I was a kid.

When I had nothing to do, I climbed on the roof and sat on the eaves to look at the stars and the moon.

At that time, my biggest dream was to sit on the roof of my house with the person I liked, watching the stars and the moon.

I didn't expect that the first person to look at the stars and the moon with me was actually this product.

As soon as I sat down, the fat man asked me seriously:

"Comb, tell me honestly, you didn't eat Anne's tofu and took advantage of Anne, right?"

"Am I that kind of person? Am I that kind of person? ”

The fat man smiled with satisfaction:

"I knew you wouldn't, and Anne wasn't a bad woman."

Don't keep women's morals!

This Bai Annie has nothing to do with you, just say that people guard women, and I don't know which onion and garlic you are.

But I'm too lazy to take care of that, since I can't sleep, it's not bad to chat.

But the fat man is obviously not the same as me.

I'm really asleep, the fat man is because he has something in his heart, and he can't sleep if he wants to.

Now he was relieved, so he began to nap.

Fall to death you're a second piece.

I don't care about him, I look at my own stars.

After watching for a while, I suddenly heard a burst of laughter.

This laughter is so weird.

It's not just weird, it's infiltrating.

It wasn't like human laughter, but I couldn't tell what it was.

It's like a baby's cry, mixed with cat meows.

And this laughter came from above our heads.

But I didn't think much about it, after all, in the countryside, there are so many animals that I don't know about it, and it's not surprising that there is a little noise.

I looked up and looked for the source of the sound.

But overhead there were stars in the sky, and there was nothing.

I looked around and saw a fat man with a frightened face.

The fat man covered his ears, closed his eyes, and trembled.

No, although the laughter is weird, it doesn't scare like this.

I didn't know what to do, but after a while, the laughter stopped.

The fat man still looked scared.

I broke the fat man's hand and laughed:

"Fatty, you're a little out of luck, what's scared like this."

The fat man listened cautiously for a while, making sure that there was no laughter, and then recovered.

Then, the fat man spoke:

"Comb, you're going to die."

I'm a second monk, and I'm confused.

What is this, why is it that people are suddenly going to die.

But I'm still sure of the fat man's words.

After all, the fat man ate the ghost pill of the lantern ghost grandfather, and his sense of smell in this regard is higher than that of ordinary people.

He said he was going to die, and he must have smelled something.

But the fat man's next words shocked me.

The fat man asked me with an under-beaten expression:

"Comb, haven't you heard that phrase?"

"What?"

"I'm not afraid of owls calling, I'm afraid of owls laughing."

I wondered even more.

What is this, what is this, how is this on the owl.

If I were an owl and I was shot while lying down, I would probably die of depression.

Then the fat man looked around, swallowed a mouthful of frightened saliva, and explained to me:

"That laughter just now is the laughter of an owl."

Owl?

The owl's laugh?

For the first time, I heard the owl laugh.

"Oh, it turns out that owls laugh like this, why are they laughing so penetratingly, they don't sound as good as ghost smiles."

I quipped.

The fat man is anxious:

"Comb, you're a little bit serious, I'll tell you the right thing."

Serious business, I deliberately asked:

"Then why not be afraid of the owl calling, but afraid of the owl laughing? I heard the owl's laughter, so what did it call? ”

"What do you call it? It doesn't matter what it's called, the important thing is that it laughs, as long as it laughs, it will die! ”

Dead person!

I was shocked.

Does an owl still have this ability?

It's like what kind of magic weapon, as soon as it is activated, a large number of people can die?

This fat man is too good at.

If that's the case, why did the ancient people still go to such great lengths to recruit troops to fight, just raise an army owl and laugh at the enemy, then don't you win without a fight.

Then you can say this, give me 3,000 owls to keep you at peace in the world.

The fat man said disdainfully:

"Comb, I didn't expect you to be so lonely."

Then the fat man told me in a serious manner as if he finally had the capital to brag about in front of me:

"In our hometown, the owl is different from other birds, it is regarded by us as a "bad bird". Some people call them soul birds, mourning birds, etc., as a sign of bad luck and death. In our village, in addition to the old people often saying that "if you are not afraid of owls calling, you are afraid of owls laughing", there are also unlucky rumors that "owls enter the house and come for nothing". So the owl is an animal that no one wants to see in our place, let alone hear its laughter.

As for why he is reluctant to hear his laughter, it is not that his laughter can make a person, but because it is said that owls have a keen sense of smell and can smell the scent of terminally ill people, and those who are dying also emit a smell, which is the smell of carrion. The owl is a carnivore, the sense of smell is very sensitive, as soon as it smells this smell, it will fly over to look for food, it can smell the food, it is equivalent to having food to eat, it will make a pleasant call, that is, we hear the laughter of owls. So when an owl makes this laugh somewhere, that place quickly dies. ”

I pretended to listen seriously, then shook my head and smiled at the fat man:

"That's it?"

"That's it, what else do you want?"

"Nonsense!"

The fat man is anxious:

"Really, I didn't lie to you."

"When there are more meat-eating birds, why do owls laugh and other birds don't?"

I ignored the fat man and went off the roof alone.

The fat man was still worried that I didn't believe his words, and kept following me to explain to me:

"Comb, your uncle, why don't you believe me, why can't you believe what I say, this is well known to everyone there."

(End of chapter)