"What the hell?" Mo Wuwen threw the porcelain piece out of the window.

In an instant, he regretted it again, and quickly plunged to the window sill, and looked down to see the porcelain tiles lying quietly on the lawn.

"I have to go downstairs and pick it up." He muttered to himself as he walked to the elevator that had just been repaired and pressed the stairs button.

Suddenly, the elevator rattled slightly, and an inexplicable force tightened his neck, and he twisted and deformed in the suffocating pain, kicking the door with his foot, but he was weak and unable to kick a sound.

He threw himself to the ground, rolled over and panted in the hope of breaking free, but to no avail, he gradually felt dizzy.

At this moment, the elevator stopped, and the door opened, and a beam of light penetrated into the elevator.

He felt the sensation of the sudden removal of his shackles and staggered to his feet.

The woman who came in looked at him strangely and didn't say a word, but the dog she was holding barked incessantly.

Restless, he didn't know how to get out of the door, accidentally stepped on the empty steps and fell to the ground, stood up and hurried a few steps forward to pick up the porcelain.

In an instant, I saw that the surrounding scene quickly faded, everything turned gray, and the road was full of gray shadows walking around, silently.

He began to fall down in fear, and when he stood up, he knocked over the corner trash can.

"Crazy! He heard a voice shouting at him, and he passed away.

"Is it a hallucination or am I really crazy?"

The streets are still full of people, and everything is normal.

When he got home, he decided to take the stairs, looking at the pale walls around him, when he suddenly felt the stairs begin to tremble, and from the wooden railings came a swishing sound, and a faint black dense juice was oozing.

He quickly slipped up and trotted, only to see the stairs he had run on disappear into a cloud of gray mist. When he finally ran to the exit, he stopped and turned around while panting, only to see a huge smile facing him.

Emma's eyes were dark, and her legs were so weak that he lost consciousness.

Gradually, he felt a little numb pain in the middle of the person, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his mother pinching the middle of the person, muttering "You just fainted at the top of the stairs, but fortunately, Lao Zhang upstairs found it and called me down."

Mo Wuwen wanted to say, "I, I just .........." ”

"What are you, tomorrow, you go to your uncle's house to help him pick bayberry." Mom handed him a glass of water.

As he drank the water, he shook the cup, and the splash of water on the table was like a smile he had just seen.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Mom, don't throw away the porcelain."

"You should also be a treasure for broken tiles, give, take them."

When he went out the next day, Mo Wuwen thought about it and put the porcelain in his pocket, he was afraid that his mother would throw it away when she saw it.

After a rough and bumpy road, we reached the ferry, and on the other side of the river was my uncle's house.

Due to the resettlement policy for the construction of hydropower projects, few families have been left in the villages. My uncle was the last to move, guarding the silent villages and the unpicked mountains.

To cross the river, the villagers had to ferry on their own.

At the end of the day, he raised his anchor, raised his penny offshore, swung his oars, and approached the opposite shore with a clatter. The current is not very turbulent, and it will be in the center of the river in a while.

Suddenly he noticed that the boat had been circling in circles, rowing and paddling in the same place, as if it had been caught in a whirlpool, he picked up the oars and looked around, and suddenly out of the water came a large gray head with a pale red blood basin open and a big mouth at him, smiling and spraying water.

"Water ghosts!" Screaming, he slapped it horizontally, and saw clearly that an object was frightened and bowed down quickly, and he breathed: it turned out to be **, **It was the finless porpoise, which usually inhabits the water city at the junction of brackish and fresh water.

Continuing onward, he drifted a little down the water, and after a while he paddled to the opposite embankment.

When he came ashore, his feet slipped, he fell to the ground with a snap, gnawed the new moss fiercely, and when he turned around, he looked at the porcelain pieces that ran out of his pocket and rolled down the slope.

Finally lost the porcelain tiles and everything became normal.

But Mo Wuwen is a little indescribable about the porcelain, although it brings a lot of horror, but in the end it is still a disaster, he feels that the porcelain should be a treasure for the evil.

The river is so big, how can you find it? On the willow tops of the moon, he picked up a piece of flat stone and floated in the water, watching the porphyry drift away on the water.

Suddenly, a gray shadow swept up from the water.

The Grey Shadow rose from the water and roared at him, her glowing eyes shot straight into his heart.

The frightened Mo Wuwen slipped his foot and fell into the water.

The water was still a little cold on the summer night, and suddenly he woke up, the water was not deep, and he stood up leisurely against the stones by the embankment. When he climbed ashore, he ran in horror, without direction, without purpose, running and running.

Until he was exhausted and his breathing was at the limit, his feet fell limped and fell on the low wall.

"How is that possible!" He couldn't believe his eyes, at this moment, what he was holding in his hand was actually a porcelain piece, a lost porcelain piece.

At dusk, the moonlight began to hide in the dark clouds, and the night was shrouded in darkness. Gradually, many more swarthy shadows drifted from the darkness around him.

He picked up a twig from the ground and swept it over, but there was nothing, the gray shadow just getting closer and closer, not even a sound. He slashed the branch down, and the severed one flew straight up from the low wall towards him.

In desperation, he blocked it with a branch, but the porcelain in his pocket fell to the ground.

The gray shadow suddenly disappeared, only the night remained dark.

At night in the countryside, the weather changes like a child's face, and suddenly thunder and lightning flash, and it rains heavily.

The torrential rain hit the window lattice, crackling as if it were going to tear the whole window over. At this moment, he heard the sound of a thumping at the door downstairs, and he hurried downstairs to the window to take a look.

Ah, a monster with eyes like a bell and a flirtatious tongue pressed against his face, and although it was through the glass, it frightened him so much that he immediately turned around and ran upstairs. Looking out of the second-floor window, a dark gray monster quickly disappeared into the field in the afterglow of lightning.

He didn't dare to sleep anymore, and stayed up on the bed wrapped in sheets until the sky turned white.

At dawn, he said to his uncle, "Last night, there was a monster that looked like a monkey outside the window. ”

"What you see may be the legendary mandrill, which is said to usually haunt the inaccessible mountains, and this is the first time you have heard of it in the village."