At this time, on Lao Zhang's shoulder, there was a small figure standing in a straight pestle - it was the dried corpse of the little baby.

He squinted slightly at his two small red eyes, staring at Lao Zhang's head.

In the next second, he stretched out a dry little hand and clubbed into Lao Zhang's temple at once.

I was frightened and shouted: "Lao Zhang, you have ...... on your shoulder"

Lao Zhang didn't seem to notice it, and looked at me strangely.

But immediately, the expression on his face froze. Then the eyes slowly rolled upwards until the black eyeballs disappeared completely, and only a piece of white remained in the eyes.

"Lao Zhang, what's wrong with you?" I shouted anxiously.

However, Lao Zhang on the other side just stood dumbfounded with his eyes rolled his eyes, without any reaction.

I thought of the blood on the tip of my tongue that he had told me earlier, and I was about to bite the tip of my tongue when I suddenly felt something cold and hard against my head.

"Don't move!" A male voice came from behind him.

The sound is so familiar. I remembered, it's the village chief!

"Dare to move, Lao Tzu will send you to the western sky!" This is said in a shady and ruthless manner.

I was completely confused.

What kind of trouble is the village chief going to make, does he not agree with us cutting down trees? That's not a knife or a gun! Or is it too dark to see clearly, and they think of us as thieves?

I didn't dare to move, so I turned my back and hurriedly said: "It's the village chief, it's a misunderstanding, we are in the crew, and we don't have anything to do at night......"

Before I could finish speaking, my head was thumped hard by the hard thing.

"Shut up and move on!" The village chief said.

What's going on? I didn't dare to slack off, and walked forward. I was forced to walk to the door of the next hut, and I was surprised to see that the large lock on the door had been opened.

"Get in!" The village chief pushed me and entered the house.

I looked around and saw that the house was a mess, it was a crime scene.

There was a chair in the center of the room with mottled blood stains on it. There is also a dry reddish-brown on the walls and floors. There was a cauldron on the ground, and there seemed to be several white bugs wriggling in it.

I was shocked, and I already understood the general idea by this time.

"Village Chief, may I turn around and speak?" I asked tentatively.

The village chief behind him snorted coldly, and said in a weird way: "Okay, turn around slowly, don't think about playing any tricks!" ”

I turned around slowly, and saw a black muzzle pointed at me, and it was the little village chief holding it.

He was wearing a black trench coat, the same one I had seen the night before—it turned out that he was the man in black who was cooking human head soup in this house!

It's just that this trench coat is relatively fat, and I can't tell the size of the body at the time when I was carrying it on my back.

"Village Chief, why did you bring me here?" I asked, feigning dumbness, feeling a chill running down my back.

He sneered again and said, "Haven't you always been curious, I don't have anything to hide, I'll take you to see." ”

It seemed that it was useless to pretend to be stupid, so I simply went straight to the point: "So, you did all this?" ”

The village chief nodded.

"Then why don't you tell me what happened to the whole thing, so that I can understand it better!" I wanted to stall as long as I could and see if I could find a way to get out.

"Well, since you want to know so much, I'll tell you everything. You won't have a chance to tell anyone anyway!

He pointed his gun at him and said, "Sit down in a chair!" ”

Seeing that the chair was not far behind me, I cautiously walked over and sat down.

The village chief walked around behind me, took out a bundle of rope, put one around my neck, and said, "Be honest with me!" ”

I didn't dare to move, so I let him tie me up to the chair in a big knot.

At this time, the village chief put down the earthen gun in his hand, and his face showed a satisfied look.

He moved a small stool and sat down across from me, took out the tobacco and cigarette papers, rolled a cigarette slowly, put it under his nose and smelled it.

"I've never told this story to anyone. It's strange to be alone in your heart. I'll tell you all about it today! ”

It was more than 20 years ago, and the village chief had just become the village chief, less than forty, and he was full of spirit.

But there is only one thing that bothers him, that is, when he is almost not confused, his wife Xiuzhi did not give birth to a son and a half daughter for him.

That year, there was finally good news that Hidee was pregnant. The village chief was happy or something. Delicious food and drink are waiting, and I look forward to becoming a father soon.

She is pregnant for ten months and is about to give birth. In those years, no one in the mountains was happy to go to the hospital, and the midwives delivered the babies. Unfortunately, Hideeda had a difficult birth.

After a few tosses, Xiuzhi couldn't hold on. By the time everyone remembered to be sent to the hospital, the adults and children were gone.

The village chief was heartbroken at that time, he buried his wife, but he was reluctant to put his son in the ground.

After crying for a day and a night, he remembered something.

His ancestors once handed down an ancient book, which talked about some strange methods. He'd seen it before, but he never took it seriously and never learned it.

At this time, the village chief, who was on the verge of collapse, remembered that there seemed to be a secret technique in this book that could make the corpse not decompose or even resurrect for a long time.

He rummaged through boxes and cabinets and finally found the book.

Sure enough, it is recorded in the book that hiding the corpse in one of the locust trees, willow trees or mulberry trees, and then regularly spraying and soaking the corpse with special soup can protect the corpse from decay and the soul from dispersing. Over the years, it can also bring people back to life.

Mulberry trees are easy to say, but this soup is a bit bloody and terrifying. It is necessary to use the heads of living people and all kinds of strange introductions to boil them. When boiling, it should be supplemented with charms to keep the head immortal, so that the soup can be effective.

At that time, the village chief had gone mad, and he was going to give it a try anyway.

So he chose the mulberry tree at the end of the village, where there were no residents and few people went. Second, there is a hole in the trunk of the tree.

After hiding his son's body in a tree hollow, he began to look for the first person to use to make the soup.

He locked up a bachelor in the village who was not very clear-headed, tricked him into his house under the pretext of inviting him to drink, and killed him while he was drunk.

The village chief who killed for the first time was also trembling, but his deep obsession with his son made him ignore everything.

He followed the specific process described in the book and boiled it into a pot of human head soup. Taking advantage of the night, he went to the big mulberry tree and poured it on his son's corpse.

Slowly, he found that the other mulberry trees in the village were growing and wilting, while the one at the end of the village was getting stronger and more lush, and even the tree holes were about to heal.

He knew that it must be because his son's corpse was inside, and the mulberry tree borrowed the corpse qi to grow wildly.

Later, a villager wanted to cut down the tree. In the middle of the night, he put on a white sheet and put on a long fake tongue, and went to the house and scared the villager crazy.

Later, he discovers the secret of the mulberry tree's blood-sucking. He saw that the book said that the roots of trees secrete something similar to an anesthetic, so the person being sucked blood would not notice.

He understood that some of the blood had been sucked by his own son, so that the body would not decompose.

However, the raw materials for the soup became a problem. If the village always loses its population, it will not be easy for him to be the village head.

At this time, because people began to admire the original scenery, the number of tourists in the village gradually increased. The village chief seemed to see hope.