"I'm here to ask some questions, I'll leave after asking, I'm really sorry to bother me so late" I came back to my senses and simply went straight to the point and looked at the madman in front of the door, he still stood there without moving.

The old man leaned against the coffin and closed the lid and smiled: "You want to ask about the black blood flowing on your body, right?" ”

I thought to myself, I didn't expect this old man to be more direct than me, and I thought that he liked to play tricks just like the old guys in the village.

I smiled and nodded, but Wang Qiu suddenly slapped me. The madman had left the door and disappeared, and the blink of an eye that had been good just now disappeared mysteriously.

"Let me see your blood"

The old man sat down on the coffin and took out a hookah from his pocket with his feet crossed.

I told Wang Qiu not to go out first, took out the short-handled knife he was carrying, and without saying a word, he stabbed it in his hand, and black blood flowed out, and the old man reached out to catch the blood just about to drip to the ground.

"Don't drip your blood on the ground"

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand back, first looked at it carefully, then sniffed it carefully before taking it to his nose, and finally held the black blood in his hand again. Smoking a cigarette, he spit out a faint sentence: "It seems that you are also a cursed poor person......"

Wang Qiu couldn't understand what he was saying, snatched the knife back, hurriedly stabbed it in his hand, and stretched out his blood-stained hand to the old man and said: "Master, you can also show me, what is the difference between my blood, and give me a few hexagrams, so I won't run in vain."

The old man ignored Wang Qiu and stepped aside as if thinking about something.

I saw that he was unmoved, and simply took off his clothes again. I've always thought that the change in my back is inextricably linked to the black blood, and since I'm here, I should hurry up and ask clearly, and the things that the madman doesn't know don't necessarily mean the old man doesn't understand.

The old man glanced at my back, put down the hookah in his hand and walked up to me to take a closer look, and couldn't help but be speechless. In amazement, he gently stroked my back with his hand.

The slight touch made me feel a chill rush into my body, and my whole body shivered.

"Blame ......"

The old man sighed and looked at my chest again and motioned for me to put on my clothes.

He took several puffs of hookah before he said to me: "Your back is indeed a little weird, I'm sure it's not a disease, but I can tell why, and I can't tell if it has anything to do with your black blood."

I bowed my head and smiled helplessly, I really let you take advantage of this old guy for nothing, and it is as useless as a madman.

Wang Qiu found that his sense of existence in this room was almost zero, and he was a little displeased, and he couldn't show it, so he could only light a cigarette and look around the house.

I also lit a cigarette and became relieved: "Then just tell me what this black blood is about......"

The old man glanced at me, the hesitation in his eyes flashed for a second, and he said unhurriedly: "Black blood is actually a curse, only people who have been bitten by witches will exist in the body, do you still have the impression that you have been bitten by someone or something?" ”

"Cursed?"

After listening to the old man's words, I was very puzzled, how did the good blood turn black and become a curse? What does this curse mean?

After thinking about it carefully, I have been bitten by wild cats and wild dogs a lot since I was a child, but these things are too common in the village, whose child has not been injured by cats and dogs, unless he is not out to play and is locked up at home every day. I really don't remember that I was bitten by someone or something strange, could it be that it happened when I came out of my mother's womb? Or is it because of something strange that happened to me that I can't remember for a while?

The old man continued: "The people who have black blood in their bodies are all witches' servants, and there are very few in this village. In some ways, you're lucky. People with black blood don't die easily, they don't even need to breathe, some woe haven't had a heartbeat, but they are still no different from ordinary people, and this may be the favor she gives you."

The old man got to the point, and I nodded and asked, "Then if it's a favor, it's a good thing?" How did it become a curse again? ”

The old man put the smoke aside and suddenly looked at me: "That's because you will all be the witch's servants, and when she appears, you will have to follow him and let her control." You're not just you......"

Looking at his sudden eyes, I felt a little strange in my heart.

"Controlled? Will he become a slave puppet of a witch at her disposal? ”

"Clever! You're right, you're puppets."

"it!"

I sighed softly, could it be that this old man still has the ability to read minds? I just thought about it, how did he know?

Ignoring the surprise on my face, the old man continued, "Don't worry too much, the witch hasn't been back for a long time, and maybe she'll never come back." I've only seen him once when I was a kid in the past, and I don't know if I can see her again before I die......"

I saw that the old man suddenly became a little worried, and there was a little longing in his eyes, could it be that this witch is a beautiful goblin, and she hooked the old man's soul just by virtue of her childhood relationship?

"As a child? Didn't you move into the village a few years ago? "I suddenly remembered to learn about the life of the old man, who was not a native of the village.

"Oh? Who told you that? ”

I was dumbfounded by the old man's question, he himself is mysterious, the people in the village are used to gossip, black can be said to be white, how can I confront him face to face these impolite rumors. I hurriedly accompanied him, not for fear that the old man would think I was vulgar and stupid.

"You're still worried about yourself. If you don't want to lose your mind and become a puppet, there is only one way, and that is to drain the black blood in your body, and then the witch will naturally not be able to find you."

"Are there really witches?"

I couldn't help but ask, and I hurriedly shut up. What an idiot, the black blood in my body has long proved all this, why do I still want to escape and comfort myself with a trace of luck until now, and die without repentance.

The old man ignored my stupid question: "You have only two choices now, either you just get away with it and pray that the witch will never come back and enjoy the undead body she sent you, or you can drain your blood and make a ...... The Living Dead"

"The Living Dead?" I am terrified of this word, and becoming a puppet immortal being is simply the most terrible punishment in the world.

"How long will I live if I drain my blood?"

I lit a cigarette and said what worries me most.

"I don't know!"

After the old man finished speaking, there was a sudden movement behind him. Wang Qiu knocked the books off the shelf.

Wang Qiu is also sensible today, and he didn't talk much nonsense. I just got rid of a book, and I thought I was much better than this guy in the past.

Wang Qiu smiled and picked up the books on the ground and put them on the shelves.

I wondered what kind of books the old man reads. Is there a love story for absurd intentions, bizarre legends, and biographies?

I didn't want to think about it, so I decided to walk over and take a look, and with the old man's eyes, he didn't care, and I walked to the bookshelf and pulled out the three books that had just been dropped

The books are a bit old, the frayed yellowed paper has a faint musty smell, and the cover illustration is a coffin. I compared the three books and found that the coffins seemed to be exactly the same, and I didn't know what it meant to draw a coffin in the book. It stands to reason that the coffin will be carved and buried in words, but this coffin is clean and has not even written a good life, is the meaning conveyed by the cover not peaceful and auspicious?

I looked at my fingers to avoid being rendered by the red paper, except for the first book in my hand, the cover was red like blood, which almost covered the coffin, and the other two books were slightly red, making the coffin look more eye-catching.

Each of the three books has slightly different titles. The upper volume, the middle side, and the second volume.

I was curious about what was written in the book, so I picked out one and started reading comprehension.

The old man saw that I was holding a book of the previous book and was reading it intently.

He stood beside me for a long time, and suddenly asked me inexplicably: "Can you understand?" ”

I nodded dumbly, I'm not a dementia, how can I not understand, although I don't understand much about what is written on it, but isn't learning like this step by step, once born and twice cooked.

As long as I am given some time to calm down and read carefully, and study together with the illustrations in the book, I will definitely be able to fully digest and absorb it, and maybe I can have more insights than the old man.

Wang Qiu ran out of cigarettes to smoke, and when he saw that I was reading, it was useless to look at me, so he simply snatched it from me.

"What book is better than a cigarette?"

I picked it up and took a look, only to see that it was all white paper, and there was not a word on it.

"You kid is pretending to be a ghost to visit the Book of Heaven, there is nothing on it, what are you looking at?"

I snatched the book and glanced at Wang Qiu with disdain, this guy just has a low IQ and can't understand that he is looking for himself under the stairs. Even if these words in the book are rare and strange and difficult to understand, can't you distinguish those illustrations? It's really unproductive.

The old man came over, picked up the book, and handed it to me.

"Look, can you read the words written on it?"

I took the book and began to look at it, and the things written on it were so dense and out of order that it didn't look like the first volume, and I could still make out a few lines. There are so many symbols and numbers in this book, and many of them are words that I have never seen before. For a moment I didn't understand what it meant, and shook my head, but I told the old man anyway, give me time, and I'll understand.

"Okay...... You're really not ordinary."

The old man was suddenly a little excited, and his hands holding cigarettes were trembling uncontrollably.

"If you don't mind, you can borrow it from me, and I'll give it back to you when you understand."

"No...... I'll give it to you, as long as you can understand it, I'll give it all to you."

The old man excitedly handed me Zhongce, I looked at the upper and lower volumes in my hand and was full of joy, and it was still very rewarding to receive two interesting ancient books.

When he picked up the next volume, I saw that the old man's hand trembled, his face was a little hesitant, and after a moment of hesitation, he handed it to me again.

I politely thanked the old man and put the book together.

"I've asked everything I should ask, and you've said pretty much it, it's really late now, so I won't bother, if there are any problems in the future, I have to trouble you. I have my own plans for the black blood in my body, thank you."

After I finished speaking in one breath, I thought of the madman in my heart, bowed deeply to him, and pulled the king ball to leave.

But the old man grabbed me, looked at me with a complicated look and said, "You must keep these three books well, don't tell anyone, even if you burn them, don't lend them to others."

I nodded, I didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this old man's gourd. Isn't it just three old books, and I don't let others read them, isn't the knowledge just to be shared with everyone? Complaining about the old man in my heart, I still agreed with a smile on my face.

Before leaving, the old man suddenly patted Wang Qiu on the shoulder, Wang Qiu was flattered and thought that he was going to tell him something, asked a few words, and had to follow out.

The madman suddenly appeared in our field of vision again, and I was relieved that he was still standing there as if he had never left. I wanted to say a few more words to the old man, but he closed the door heavily and probably lay down in the coffin again.

After walking for a while, the madman in the wooden house who couldn't see behind me asked me, "Have you solved all the doubts in your heart?" ”

"Almost"

I smiled helplessly and nodded, I was not satisfied with the result at all.

"Believe it or not, a safe and sound life is the best, and there will be nothing to do in the future to go to Wushan, and there is ...... Stay away from that guy."

It's weird, it's you who brought me here, and it's you who excludes others, shouldn't you be friends with the old man? He still said this kind of thing in such a secret.

Just as I was thinking that the madman's words were funny, he suddenly said something that made me feel cold.

"He also had black blood in his body"

It turns out that this old man is just like me, and he is a monster. But he didn't tell himself just now, everyone is black-blooded, and they can be regarded as the end of the world. Why should he hide it?

"What's in your hand?"

The madman was a little curious when he saw me take the book out of my pocket.

I explained that this was a meeting gift from the old man, and it was okay to pass the time.

The madman took the book, looked at the title, and then opened it and looked at it carefully for a while.

"He doesn't have any good stuff, you can do it yourself"

After that, he returned the book to me.

"Could it be the same as Wang Qiu, a big old man who can't understand it?" I was happy in my heart, and I felt a strange sense of pride inexplicably.

The madman sent us to the window, and specially instructed me to turn around and leave, and Wang Qiu and I watched him disappear into the darkness.

Eventually, things came to an end, and I turned around and looked back at Wang Qiu, who was touching his head and spinning in circles.

"What are you doing, boy? Want to spend a little flower? ”

I put the book aside, closed the window,

"That's not right...... What time is it, why am I still in your house, didn't I go out early? Could it be that I'm asleep? Wang Qiu looked demented and began to talk to himself. This stupid boy doesn't look like he's pretending, I feel that something is wrong in my heart, could it be that Wang Qiu has lost his memory?

Tentatively asked a few words, Wang Qiu was all confused, it seems that he didn't remember anything that happened before, although I felt strange and puzzled, but suddenly I felt a lot more relaxed, this matter didn't want this stupid boy to know, lest he couldn't keep his mouth and caused unnecessary trouble to say that the leak, this time it's good that Wang Qiu was suddenly disappointed, and I don't have any worries.

"Go back to sleep at night, don't stand here with me," I yelled at Wang Qiu and gave him an eviction order, pushing him out of the door.

After cleaning up in the room for a while, I heard Sister Liu's snoring after a cigarette, it was still so strong, but I seemed to be used to it, and I put the book next to the bed, I felt a little cold. I closed my eyes, turned off the light, and covered the quilt.