Hands climb up the cane, fingernails picking at the knots, making a "click" sound.

Zhang Yaozhong was so frightened that he screamed "ah", and the entourage outside heard it, and hurriedly opened the curtain and probed in, and asked him what was going on.

"Hand ......"

When he said this word, Zhang Yaozhong opened his eyes suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, and looked down at his chest, there was nothing, not a worn-out cane, of course, there was no hand full of green tendons, only the New Year's paintings that were sprinkled all over the ground, colorful and green, and the light that penetrated through the mouth of the carriage was extremely dazzling.

He dreamed, and the carriage swayed, and he fell asleep unconsciously, but this dream was too weird and too real, so shocked that the cold sweat on his body did not fall until now.

"Father-in-law, what's wrong?" When the attendants saw that his face was pale, they leaned in one by two and asked.

"None...... Nothing, a dream. Zhang Yaozhong waved at them and motioned to continue on his way, so that after the curtain was closed, the carriage staggered forward again.

Zhang Yaozhong picked up the New Year's painting on the ground, put the rest aside, and only held the old woman's painting in his hand and looked: Is it weird? Not at all, she was still as smiling and approachable as he had when he first met. Moreover, she did not hold any Rausch cane, and in her hand, there was only a scroll with the four big characters "a ball of harmony", which could not be more suitable to describe her appearance.

"Old, I usually can't sleep when I want to, but now it's easy to rest for a while and have some upside-down dreams."

Zhang Yaozhong wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, smiled self-deprecatingly, didn't think about it anymore, and put the painting in his hand aside. But at that moment he heard the neighing of the horses pulling the cart, as if he had been startled, and then the carriage jolted violently, and the two horses pulling the cart fled as if they were crazy, as if they wanted to shake off something.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yaozhong leaned in front and wanted to lift the door curtain, but the carriage shook too much, his hand grabbed a few times, but he didn't catch the door curtain, but he was thrown off the seat, his head hit the car wall, and there was a "bang".

"Father-in-law, these horses suddenly went crazy, and they couldn't pull it, but your old man helped me up."

The anxious voice of the coachman came from outside, Zhang Yaozhong reached out and grabbed the car window, barely steady, he suddenly felt that he was on a lonely boat in the sea, with the huge waves rising and falling layer after layer.

Thinking so, the sound of waves came from my ears, "Whoa...... The wave seemed to roll high, and then it fell down like a wall that had collapsed with a bang.......

Zhang Yaozhong's body shook violently, and although his neck was as hard as a piece of wood, he still turned his head slowly. He saw a cane, peeking out of the New Year's painting that had floated at some point, the head of the cane was bent, like a bird's beak, as if it would peck at any moment.

"You...... You are ......" Zhang Yaozhong can't call it now, because the old woman in the New Year's painting is staring at him, and the fierce light is revealed.

The cane moved, and he suddenly circled Zhang Yaozhong's neck forward, pulling him towards the New Year's painting. He was caught off guard, frightened excessively, his mouth wide open but unable to make a sound, and he could only let himself be pulled by the cane.

With a "bang", his knee hit the seat of the carriage and temporarily stopped the slide, so Zhang Yaozhong hurriedly supported the carriage seat with both hands, and tried his best to get rid of the clamp of the cane.

But the cane only paused for a moment, and then pulled him forward again, which was more troublesome than just now, and his chest was blocked by the seat, but his neck was pulled by a strange force, and he leaned towards the New Year's painting little by little.

Zhang Yaozhong felt that the flesh on the back of his neck was about to crack, and the breath in his throat was getting weaker and weaker, so he couldn't get in or out, he could only gasp for breath, and let saliva flow from the corners of his mouth, like an old dog dying to death.

At the moment of death, he met the eyes in the New Year painting again, and he saw that those eyes bulged outward, like two dark yellow crystals.

With a "bang", Zhang Yaozhong's neck was broken, and his body was paralyzed, his hands and feet drooped on both sides, and he was no longer powerless to fight.

The cane was still hooked to his long, thin neck, and it pulled his body forward, pulling him into the New Year's painting, and the blood "fluttered", soaking the paper red.

***

The two horses pulling the cart ran wildly on the mountain road for a while, and finally broke free from the rut and ran down the mountain road without looking back. The car slid forward for a long time before it hit a rock, stopped with a "clang", and half of the wheels were knocked off.

The coachman had long since abandoned the carriage, and was now panting and following the retinue on horseback in the direction of the carriage.

"Father-in-law...... Father-in-law ......."

A stack of screams, but no response was received, and several people suddenly panicked, thinking that Zhang Yaozhong had been knocked unconscious, so they hurriedly got off their horses and ran towards the carriage. The attendant who walked in front was the first to lift the curtain, but as soon as he lifted the curtain a crack, he saw a red thing come out of the gap sideways, like a long leg, slid to the ground against his robe, rubbed against the ground full of wheel sawdust, and slid out, leaving only a sticky blood mark behind him.

"What's that?" Everyone was so frightened that they scattered, and when they saw the bloodstain clearly, they hurriedly looked at the carriage again, "Father-in-law...... What about my father-in-law? ”

He ...... He's an old man...... Not...... It's gone......" The attendant who opened the curtain couldn't speak clearly, and when he reacted, he stretched out his hand to the front, "It's it, it's that thing that killed my father-in-law." ”

These words fell from the sky like a thunderbolt, and everyone was stunned for a moment, then they all turned around and looked ahead.

The thing, which was less than two feet long, was no longer running, and it stood behind a few restless horses, its body seemingly curled up slightly in their direction.

"That'...... Is that...... Is it a New Year's painting? ”

I don't know who said it, but a few of the attendants realized that the blood was slowly fading from it, as if it had been sucked up. As the red color dissipated, the pattern on it gradually revealed, an old woman in a flower dress, yes, it was the New Year's painting that was taken from the Jiang family yesterday.

"New Year's Paintings...... Kill...... Kill people......" After a long time, there was a trembling sound from the crowd, and at the same time, the New Year's picture that had just been filled with Zhang Yaozhong's blood trembled, passed through the hooves of the horses, and came in their direction.