It was quiet, it was really quiet, it was unusually quiet, except for the sound of the food being smeared, there was no sound left around, and it was quiet outside, there was no sound at all, all the woman could hear was her own pounding heartbeat.

It was so quiet, as if all the turmoil had passed, and the woman didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief now, she just tilted her head and looked at her daughter next to her right heel with a sad face, and suddenly, a big hand broke through the door and grabbed her neck from behind, and the woman vomited blood directly, and her face looked extremely distorted.

The woman's blood spurted, splashed a few drops, flew to the little girl's face, the girl knew what was dripping on her face, he raised his head, and saw his mother's pale and distorted face, his eyes were wide, his eyes were full of panic, her heart was beating faster, her breathing fell together, and her body rose and fell sharply.

There were also three drops of blood, splashed on the plum blossom pattern fan, on the blue-black branches, dotted with three points of red, which looked like more vivid plum blossom petals.

The next moment, the hand that grasped the woman's neck loosened and retracted, and the woman fell to the ground, motionless, and the light from outside shone through the hole in the door, and shone on the woman's body, and in her hand, she held a fan.

He could see through the hole in the door, but he couldn't see the little girl leaning against the door, it was quiet inside, and he hoped that the worst wouldn't happen.

Witnessing the death of his father and mother, he couldn't help crying, but now she can't cry, if she cries, she will be killed, so he covered his mouth with his hand and suppressed the hoarse voice from his mouth, in order to prevent the sound from running out of his mouth, his hand pressed his mouth extremely hard, and his whole head trembled violently because of this.

Soon, she heard a slow footstep, which gradually faded, as if the wormwood had gone, and the little girl listened to the footsteps until the footsteps disappeared, and the painful sound came out of her mouth little by little.

The girl slowly revealed her cry, whining-

Her face was full of sadness and fear, those things would turn into a lifelong shadow for her, which could never be dispersed, and just as she was still crying, a figure suddenly appeared above her head: "Little sister!"

This voice was low and strange, with a bit of cold piercing people's hearts, hearing this voice, the girl's face suddenly changed, turned into a kind of dead white, full of despair and panic, she immediately raised and looked at the door.

In the hole that had just been punched out, there was an eye, which was staring at the little girl, and from that eye, there was a strange taste, and the moment the little girl saw the eyes, her heart rose to her throat, and she almost suffocated the dead feeling.

The girl cried out in despair, she hurriedly stepped back, supported her body with both hands, retreated to the corner of the wall farthest from the mugwort, and shouted with all her heart: "Don't come, don't come, woo, don't come." ”

Ai Ma didn't actually leave just now, as for the footsteps, it was very hanging, he just palmed his palm towards the ground, and a footprint appeared on the ground, accompanied by a sound, which made the girl relax at once, but as everyone knows, Ai Ma had already been lying on the door, staring at the girl with his eyes, although he only showed eyes full of evil thoughts, but his hairy laughter still came into people's ears, undoubtedly destroying the girl's heart.

Outside the door, but the bad guy who killed her parents, the next thing in himself will be so ugly to die in his hands.

Thinking of this, the little girl panicked even more, and her voice was even more heartbreaking: "Don't come, don't kill me, woo woo, don't kill me!"

Seeing her desperate look, Ai Ma saw a desire in her eyes, and the little girl's fear seemed to her to be really fascinating, and he responded in a strange tone: "Don't worry, little sister, I won't kill you, because letting you survive will make the story more exciting." ”

After saying that, he burst into laughter, and the weird laughter filled the whole room, constantly impacting the little girl's weak heart, ordinary people in this kind of thing will definitely be scared crazy, and the girl is now also collapsed, and fainted directly.

Seeing that the girl was dizzy, Ai Ma did not enter the house, but walked away lightly, he really didn't kill the girl, he really kept her, why? Killing an ordinary girl obviously didn't even take the effort, he actually kept it, in his heart, was he planning to do something?

No, this girl is so ordinary, how can it be worth Ai Ma's scheming, his purpose is actually very simple, purely for fun.

Ai Mo is like that, he likes to play games, he is naughty like a child who doesn't grow up, he is now, heading towards a dozen families in the distance, over there, there are bigger dramas to be staged, Ai Mo can't wait.

After a while, he entered the entrance of the village, where there were many houses and people, and as far as the eye could see, there were farmers planting rice in the fields up and down, left and right, and those farmers also noticed the appearance of the thousand nights of wormwood.

He was an outsider, and everyone looked at him strangely, so someone shouted, "Hey, that guy over there, where are you from, and what are you doing here?"

As soon as he finished shouting, Ai Ma carried him away, suddenly, his body slid on the field, his toes in the water to make waves, his body flew ten feet, flew to the hands of Ai Ma, everyone saw this situation, their faces became solemn, one by one stopped their work, abandoned the seedlings to the field, and was hostile to the thousand nights of Ai Ma, they did not act rashly, after all, the person is only in his hands, nothing has happened yet.

Among the peasants, a slightly younger, clean-faced fellow said, "Don't hurt our companions, do whatever you want, just say it." ”

Ai Ma smiled indifferently and replied, "Tell me where the three-legged bird is." ”

The peasant replied decisively: "That's just a legend, if you're here for that thing, you better go back." ”

Indeed, these generations of farmers have guarded this homeland for nearly a hundred years, and they have never seen the so-called three-legged bird, which is just a legend.

Ai Ma looked at the expressions of several people, and knew that they were not lying, but Ai Ma still didn't want to let go of the person in his hand, and the corners of his mouth put on the smile of evil thoughts, and shouted: "Fingering Gravitational Knife." ”

After shouting, he showed his arm, and there was a faint blue light on his hand, as if forming a knife.

Soon, Ai Ma put his hand into the man's chest, and after a few snorts, the man died, and the people around him were frightened, and suddenly jumped, and their hearts were not calm, they were already in chaos, and they were all hostile to Ai Ma, as if they were going to have a vicious battle.