He seemed to be possessed by a Tang monk, chattering to the man who was seriously injured and unconscious.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

"Brother Yun, if you don't wake up and don't take us home, if you die, what will happen at home?"

"That little beast bullies our family all day long, pity our family."

"Hell, why isn't she dead?"

"If she dies sooner, there will be no such bad things, and I will definitely buy a firecracker to celebrate her ascension."

Then he slammed his messy gray hair.

He frowned, twisted his face, and stared gloomily at Brother Jiang, who looked like a living dead.

"I hate that."

"My uncle, he's been like this for the past two years."

Unaware, like a living dead, even if he was still breathing, it was almost like dead.

"Grass!"

Suddenly, another foul sentence broke out.

The look was gloomy, heavy, and a little crazy.

"If I don't wake up, I'll leave it alone, I'm in trouble, I don't want to help people collect corpses! It's not the Chu family, those brothers are used to collecting corpses, Lao Tzu is timid, don't do that, in case I cheat the corpse, I have to be scared to fall into a fight, troublesome, troublesome, too troublesome. ”

Then he got up suddenly, and he jumped off the kang.

pursed his thin lips, turned his back to Brother Jiang, who was seriously injured and unconscious, his eyes seemed to be foggy, and the bloodshot in his eyes became heavier.

He pursed his thin lips mockingly.

"Even if I used to learn something from that old lady with a dead face, but at most, I have a headache and brain fever for more than one person, and I don't have a deal to do with this injury."

He lowered his eyes slowly.

"I'm resigned to my fate."

"But we brothers can't just sit back and wait to be beaten."

"So, I'll kill her!"

Squinted, with a vicious look, but his figure seemed to be a little proud.

He twisted a pretty handsome face and gritted his teeth.

"That black man, ugly bastard, I'll kill her! And her minions. If you kill one, you will return to the cost, and if you kill two, I will earn it, and if you pull a few more to accompany us on the road, we will not lose money in this life. ”

The bottom of his eyes was hot, and the mist was like tears.

Embarrassed, he lifted his dirty sleeve and wiped his face fiercely.

But the corners of the eyes and mouth are all drooping, elongating a face, as if enduring it.

He looked back abruptly and glanced at Brother Jiang deeply, as if he was looking at the last glance of his life.

He is mean, he taunts.

"It's useless, lie down, continue to sleep, fall asleep and die when you fall asleep, Lao Tzu is gone, annoying, too lazy to guard the living corpse here, Lao Tzu wants to do a big thing, to be vigorous, do a big job!"

Then, he stepped out.

But he was a handsome and tall man, and his back seemed to be hunched, as if he was crushed by heavy pressure.

With two big haggard black circles under his eyes and bloodshot eyes, he has long legs and walks very neatly.

When he stepped over the threshold, he stood outside the rumored haunted house.

Facing the cold and biting wind and snow, a line of clear tears flowed down his cheeks.

……

There is a hardware store in the suburbs, which specializes in saws, screws, faucets and the like.

Su Yinong wore his sleeves as if he was walking around the store, glancing at the old lady behind the counter from time to time.

The old lady was listening to the radio, and the babbling Peking Opera singing voice came out of the radio.

He retracted his gaze, and out of the corner of his eye, he was aiming at the thing he was looking at, which was a knife, a fruit knife in the shape of a long strip.

He looked at the blade of the knife, and then at the tip of the knife.