Xu Guodong was stunned there, although he didn't see the appearance of Leng Wazi, but he didn't have the idea of going forward to check.

No matter where the dead man is placed, it is not a thing to be curious about, he stood in the rain, and the rain hit him, but he did not react.

He was frightened by his own thoughts, his eyes looked blankly ahead, countless raindrops gathered in the sky into a rain curtain, his eyes were withdrawn, and the people standing in the rain would have a feeling of being cut off, and the surrounding rain became a cage and shackles, trapping everyone in a square inch.

"What the hell is going on?"

Xu Guodong's mind was full of questions, and he didn't understand why so many strange things suddenly happened in a good Lin family village?

Will the death continue?

Will strange things continue to happen?

Did the old Taoist live in this village and in that small courtyard for three years?

Where will the future of this Linjia Village go?

A series of questions converged in Xu Guodong's mind, intertwined, and confused into a ball of paste, he had too many questions, but no one could answer him, and no one could give him a satisfactory answer.

Fear spread out of the darkness, and the rain fell on the ground, and became dark and dull without any light, and in this weather, the rain was like ink, spilling from the sky, drowning the whole world in deeper darkness.

Cold, viscous, every drop of rain spreading the oppression in the black clouds.

When a person stands in the rain, he feels a deeper loneliness, and this loneliness is like oil to fear, as long as the slightest flame can make a lonely person completely swallowed by fear.

The temperature of his fingertips reached his heart, cold and cold, without any temperature, Xu Guodong didn't like this feeling now, and wanted to get rid of it, but he felt as if he was trapped in a small corner, and he couldn't even struggle.

"Boy, come here!"

Just as Xu Guodong was in his trance, a deep and loud voice sounded, waking him up from that sluggishness.

Following the prestige, it turned out that Lin Laosan turned his head and beckoned to him, was stunned for three seconds, looked at Lin Laosan fixedly, and when Lin Laosan frowned, he finally came back to his senses, and hurriedly walked in the direction of Lin Laosan.

"Third uncle, what's the matter?"

Xu Guodong's voice trembled a little, just now he felt trapped by something all over his body, let alone moving, he couldn't even close his eyes, the whole person fell deeper and deeper into the mire, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

And Lin Laosan's call was like a knife, cutting all the obstacles and all the chains at once, and freed Xu Guodong from the feeling of being unable to breathe.

When he woke up, Xu Guodong didn't think about anything, and he didn't dare to think about it again, let alone think about that situation, he felt his heart beating wildly when he moved his thoughts a little.

He didn't want to, and didn't dare to think back to the scene he had just had.

Because just now, he actually thought of death, his body slowly became cold, his hands and feet began to stiffen, and then he watched his body become cold and stiff little by little, the feeling of watching himself die from the perspective of a bystander, and the feeling of being terrible could not be described in that situation at all.

Shaking his head and scolding himself, Xu Guodong walked quickly to Lin Laosan's side, at this time he felt that only in a place with many people could he feel a trace of warmth, which was the taste of life.

He walked to Lin Laosan's side, and his heart settled down a lot, but he just walked over in a daze, didn't look at the surrounding situation at all, and then stood there and looked at Lin Laosan stupidly, waiting for Lin Laosan to arrange things.

At that time, Xu Guodong no longer had any ideas, he didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it, fear was always around, and thinking about a little more things would make people feel more and more afraid.

"What are you doing standing stupidly? Take a handle and help carry it in. ”

Lin Laosan slapped Xu Guodong on the shoulder, which made Xu Guodong come back to his senses, and when he looked down, he found that Lin Laosan motioned for him to carry the person on the ground to the house.

Xu Guodong didn't say a word, he immediately bent down and hugged the man's legs, followed Lin Laosan, and carried the person towards the house.

The chill penetrated into his body along the pores, Xu Guodong was frightened, although he had seen death before, but it was his relatives, this was the first time he touched the corpse of a stranger, and that feeling was definitely not good or bad.

The most critical illness is not this, just a corpse, generally people who have just died, if the death is not particularly terrible, it looks not much different from a normal person, more like a person falling asleep, but the temperature of the body is slowly dropping, and it will not make people too frightened.

But when Xu Guodong looked down, he found that the corpse he was holding was very different from the corpse of a normal person.

This is the home of the stunned baby, but is the person he is carrying really Leng Wazi?

Xu Guodong couldn't believe it, the thin man in front of him, with no muscles on his body, and he was like a person with skin and bones, was the young man he had seen not long ago, dark and strong, and honest and honest with a smile?

"Isn't this a baby?"

"And who is this?"

"No, this is Leng Wazi's home, and the one next to him is also Leng Wazi's mother, don't you remember that there are other people in their house?"

The situation in front of him made Xu Guodong a little confused, this is Leng Wazi's home, and the shouts of the people around him also made him determine the identity of this person, that is, Leng Wazi fell from the roof.

But the person in front of him, no matter where he looks at it, doesn't look like the Leng baby Xu Guodong knows!

Except for this person, the clothes that seem to be very loose, look a little familiar, and in other aspects, they are very different from Leng Wazi.

Lin Laosan carried this person's head, a shabby dress was changed on this person's body, Xu Guodong walked behind, he couldn't see his face at all, and he couldn't judge by his appearance, whether this person was really a baby.

However, he was more inclined that this person was not Leng Wazi.

But the low sobs of the woman next to her echoed in her ears, she was shouting the name of the baby over and over again, and the tears were rolling and left, mixed in the rain, and it was not very real.

But the voice could not be faked, and it was like a cuckoo crying blood, and it was sad and weeping.

"What the hell is going on?"

After a few days' work, even if he was sick, it was impossible for a person to change from a sturdy young man like a calf to such a scrawny appearance, and if Leng Wazi was sick, it was impossible to go up and repair the roof.

Cognition is constantly conflicting with reality, Xu Guodong can't help but think about these things in front of him again.

He lifted the man's legs, these two legs were thin like two hemp rods, he couldn't feel the slightest muscle, and with a slight grip, he could touch the bones under the skin, Xu Guodong shivered excitedly, and had an even more terrifying guess in his heart.

This may really be Leng Wazi, or it may really be the one who just fell, that big living person, fell from the roof, and became like this in a blink of an eye...

Fear is like a tidal wave, which comes more than one time at a time, and the wave beats against the heart, making people tremble.

This is a situation that is hard to believe, but everything Xu Guodong sees and hears tells him that this is the real thing, this is what really happened.

I can't let him not believe it, and I can't let him question it.

The hand holding the corpse began to tremble uncontrollably, his legs became more and more stiff, looking at Lin Laosan's back, he followed forward step by step.

The faint light of the fire in the room was a small flame on a kerosene lamp, and when seen from a distance, it did not make people feel half a minute of warmth, but the flame seemed to be fluttering, little by little, drifting into the distance.

The rain was still falling, and the icy rain fell to the ground and gathered into a small puddle, in which a paler face was reflected...