In the bedroom, the lighting is dim.

He and I lay quietly together, but his eyes were dark, and he obviously knew about the thing outside the door today.

After a long time, he put his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, "Once upon a time, there was a carpenter. Because of his exquisite craftsmanship and being called a master carpenter by others, naturally many people will find him to do business about wood, but once when he used the machine, he accidentally broke his fingers, and his fingers left blood, he immediately wrapped them tightly with paper, but the blood still kept flowing, and the wound was clearly not big, looking at the small wound, he pressed the bleeding mouth hard, and finally the blood stopped, but when he looked down, the cut wood was stained with blood stains on his fingers, and the blood was bright red, especially the blood that seeped into the wood. Instead of becoming dull, the color became more red.

He suddenly felt shocked, even more incredible, and at the same time he had a bad feeling in his heart.

In fact, no matter what kind of craftsman it is, if his own blood drips into the house of the head of the family, if the blood drips into the wall bricks, some people do not pay attention, and still build the wall with bloody stone bricks, this method is 'making a mistake'.

And when the head of the house enters the house, every time he is alone in the middle of the night or when he is alone in the middle of the night, the house will have abnormal noises, and something will happen after a long time; If you meet some craftsmen who know a little bit, they will not bring bloody things into other people's homes, especially in places where you can never see the light, after a long time, human blood will become yin blood after not seeing sunlight for more than 100 days, and it will become yin blood, which belongs to the craftsman 'short'. In fact, it is detrimental to yin morality.

And the carpenter himself was not a believer, so he still used the bloody piece of wood to make a bookcase for a rich man's family, and the bookcase was indeed made delicately and skillfully, but it was placed in a position protected from light, and the bloody piece of wood was in the innermost part of the bookcase, and it was painted, so it was not visible at all.

The carpenter was paid handsomely and left.

And he was about to leave the place alone, passing by a jungle place, and looked down at his fingers, which were still wrapped in white paper, half of which had been stained red with blood, and he took it off and threw it away, and when he was not looking, the piece of bloody paper wrapped in his fingers was thrown into a crack in the stone, and the craftsman left like that, and did not return for a long time.

And after he left the original place, his life has always been stumbling, even if his carpenter skills are already unparalleled, and each time the remuneration is also a lot, but every period of time he will always have a broken fortune, the most bizarre thing is that he occasionally has an accident, even if he avoids the car, but can still be hit, the body is injured, the destruction of wealth is inevitable.

So, no matter how much money he made, the last time he saw it, his money bag was empty.

In this way, after a few years, and his own body, almost all over his body had injuries, and at that time he was obviously about thirty-five years old, but his body was getting weaker and weaker, especially every time he broke his wealth and injured his body, it was difficult to sleep at night, he could always hear someone call his name, and then there were hideous and terrifying faces that appeared in the dark, and he woke up every time, thinking it was a nightmare, but he could think back for a while. But I'm sure I'm not asleep at all, how can I dream?!

So he slowly felt that something was wrong, he didn't believe in evil, but one day he personally went to the temple on a mountain to find a master to see.

But after he went, when the people in the temple saw him, they saw the plague, and when the carpenter pleaded again and again, the people in the temple only said that he had a bloody plague and his life was in danger, and that there was no way to avoid this calamity.

The craftsman was suddenly angry, thinking that the people in this temple were talking nonsense, what kind of bloody disaster, and he suddenly didn't believe it.

But when he left the temple and went back to his own place, when he stepped into his house, even he looked gloomy, but he had lived here for several years, and he had never felt like this before...

He spent half a month in a daze, his craftsmanship is no problem, but when others saw him emaciated as smoking a cigarette, no one was hiring him, his income was cut off, and he had no financial resources, he hardly went out every day, nor did he eat, just lay quietly on the **, his face was pale, like a dead man.

He was half dead, but in the middle of the night he heard the noise in all corners of the room, and he was terrified, but his body could not move......

Until one night he dreamed that he had made a bookcase for a rich family, and the family was generous and gave him several times the price, and then in the dream he seemed to have gone back to the past, back to the time when he made a cabinet for that family, and that year, it was just a few years ago, but at that time, he looked full of energy, concentrating on making a bookcase, and his fingers were broken at that moment in his memory, but in the dream he clearly cut his fingers, but there was no blood...

He himself was like an outsider, looking at his former self in the dream, everything was the same, that is, starting from the point where his fingers did not bleed, he felt that something was wrong, was there no blood at that time? No, no, it was bleeding, and it was a lot, and he pressed for so long to stop the bleeding, how could he forget?

And the dream behind it was something he felt unfamiliar.

The rich family accepted the wardrobe he made, but did not give him a penny, and even looked hideous, eager to cut him alive, he ran away in fear, ran into a confused dense jungle depths, the road was so narrow, he could only step on one foot, he walked cautiously, trying to grope the road ahead, but the more he detoured, the more he could not get out.

Just when he was confused, a red mist rushed towards him, and there was a smell of blood, and the smell of blood was a little **.

He immediately snorted, but found that his fingers suddenly gushed out like a spring, and immediately rendered this haze, gray all turned red, he felt suffocated, and even his blood seemed to be drained...

Just when he thought he was dying, the dream broke, and he seemed to be running away from H2