My heart fluttered.

In fact, just now, I noticed that something was wrong with this Mr. Qin.

When he eats, he always deliberately drops the dish on the floor.

The village chief thought that he was not used to the iron chopsticks in the village, and he had to change the chopsticks for him, but he waved his hand and said no, and then continued to drop the vegetables.

I've heard that only people who raise imps do this.

In the face of Mr. Qin's inquiry, I made up a fake birthday and told him according to my sister's previous instructions.

Mr. Qin took the note and praised it in his mouth.

"You are really blessed and jealous of the gods!"

When he said this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his smile was very cold.

The village chief was a little drunk, and demolished the stage on the side, saying that my family was the poorest in the whole village, and my sister had cancer a few years ago, and she died without money for treatment, which is a good life for fart.

I just said thank you to Mr. Qin, and then left.

Immediately, I slipped to the office of the village office, where Mr. Qin's backpack was kept.

I opened Mr. Qin's backpack, and it was full of strange things.

Soybeans, nails, bark, and human teeth and fingernails.

However, my eyes were drawn to one of the strangest things.

It is a tablet, the material is golden silk nanmu, which is extremely noble and luxurious.

On the tablet, five words have been engraved.

"Zhang Donghai's divine position."

There are still a lot of blanks left on these five words, which should be engraved with my birthday.

I wondered, why did this Mr. Qin treat me as a god?

Suddenly, I remembered something.

When I was a child, I read "The Romance of the Gods", and there was a particularly big and awesome character in it, called Lu Press.

Lu Press will have an incomparably terrifying and vicious forbidden technique, called the "Nailhead Seven Arrows Book".

The approximate method is to set up a straw man, write the name of the enemy on the straw man, and then worship three times a day.

And those who are worshiped will die a tragic death!

The description in "Romance of the Gods" is fictional, but in reality, there is indeed such a statement.

It's the so-called "torment".

Those who are more virtuous than you, older than you, and blessed than you will lose your life and blessings if they are inferior to you.

My parents also said that if you are bowed down by the elderly, you will be unlucky.

Right now, this Mr. Qin uses the tablet of golden silk nanmu to worship me as a god!

He praised me again just now, saying that I was a good life that even the gods were jealous of!

This is more than "torment".

It's already "tortured"!

I got goosebumps all over my body.

Who the hell is this Mr. Qin? How can you know so many evil spells?

Fortunately, my sister anticipated his methods before and told me what to do, otherwise I would have been killed by him tonight!

I put Mr. Qin's things away as they were, and then went home.

I thought about it, according to Mr. Qin's calculations, he used that evil method to harm me tonight, and he must come to my house and harm my parents.

I told my parents to plug in the bedroom door and not to come out, no matter what was going on outside.

And I directly dismantled all the doors of the hall to reveal a bright one.

I moved a wicker chair in the middle of the hall and sat on it, holding a shotgun in my left hand and a hunting knife in my right, with the claws of the night owl spirits in front of me.

At about two o'clock in the morning, there was an unusually heavy footstep outside the courtyard gate of my house.

My heart instantly lifted, and my hand holding the shotgun trembled a little.

I'm really scared right now.

I'm not a cowardly person, I don't care if he's a spirit or a ghost, as long as I can be killed by a shotgun in my hand, I dare to rush up and fight them for their lives.

But this Mr. Qin, there are too many evil methods and tricks.

I don't seem to be his match.

At this time, Mr. Qin's figure had already appeared at the door of our courtyard.

His walking posture is unusually weird.

With his head bowed, his waist bent, and his steps were extremely heavy, it could be said that he was taking one step at a time.

It's like you're carrying something heavy.

But there was nothing on his back!

Mr. Qin entered the courtyard gate, slowly raised his head, and saw that the lights of our house were on and the door was open, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

And he was a little surprised to see that I was alive and well.

"Why are you still alive?"

"Lao Tzu's life is hard! You can't kill me! I gritted my teeth.

Mr. Qin's eyes flashed, and then he narrowed his eyes: "Someone pointed you out."

"But it didn't work."

Mr. Qin continued to walk forward with the same weight, and came towards me.

"I have something to give to your family."

With every step Mr. Qin took, his waist lowered lower, and his face became more and more pale, as if the things on his back were getting heavier and heavier!

I don't know what he's carrying, but it's something that will kill our whole family!

"Don't come here! Take one more step, and Lao Tzu will collapse you! "I pointed a shotgun at Mr. Qin's head.

Mr. Qin is still smiling, and his smile is really infiltrating.

"That's better, kill me, and I'll go into your house with what I'm carrying."

Hearing this, I held the shotgun, I really didn't know what to do, and my body was shaking all the time.

Mr. Qin had already reached the threshold, he raised his foot, but took it back again.

"Black dog blood?"

My heart instantly relaxed.

"It's still a small skill of carving insects." Mr. Qin shook his head.

Mr. Qin turned around and walked to our kennel.

Our rhubarb, usually as long as someone comes, will be very fierce.

But since Mr. Qin entered the door just now, it didn't dare to bark, only dared to curl up in the kennel and tremble.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just borrowing something from you." Mr. Qin said to Rhubarb.

Mr. Qin raised his foot and stepped on the dog shit pulled by the big yellow next to the kennel a few times.

Then Mr. Qin walked towards me again.

This time, he crossed the threshold with ease.

I almost stopped breathing, and my scalp was numb.

But at this time, Mr. Qin said "huh".

Mr. Qin lowered his head and looked at his feet, stepping on a statue of Zhong Kui.

And the shit on the soles of his shoes happened to be all pasted on Zhong Kui's face.

Mr. Qin's face instantly turned dark blue!

Mr. Qin immediately knelt down and kept kowtowing to the Zhong Kui statue.

"Master Zu forgives sins! The disciple has no eyes! ”

My jaw is dropping.

Mr. Qin's nodding is like an embarrassed look like pounding garlic, where is there still the majesty just now?

And the moment Mr. Qin knelt down, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground also sounded at the same time.

After that, there was a loud cry of a baby.

I was guilty of Mao in my heart, and guessed that what Mr. Qin was carrying was probably the little ghost he raised.

And Mr. Qin, but he didn't have time to care about the little ghost, he was panicking, wiping the shit off Zhong Kui's face with his sleeve.

After that, Mr. Qin took out a rattan carved puppet from his arms and shouted into the air: "Come in!" ”

The baby's crying stopped instantly.

Mr. Qin stood up and looked at me hatefully.

"Who taught you these ways to deal with me?"

"I won't tell you."

"Hmph, if you don't say it, I know who it is." Mr. Qin patted the ash on his pants.

"Zhang Furu's method is really vicious, deliberately offended my grandfather, in this case, for the next seven days, I will have to bathe and fast to apologize, and I can't use spells.

"However, even so, you and your parents can't escape Tashan Village."

Mr. Qin looked at my face, and a sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Listen to me, if you really don't want your sister to be embarrassed, you will commit suicide with your parents, and you will be happier to die than to live."

After saying this, Mr. Qin left my house.

I feel like Mr. Qin is talking about fucking things.

Is it better to be dead than to be alive?

It's better to die than to live.

After that, everything was calm.

Until the early hours of the morning, a deafening loud noise suddenly came from the south of the village.

Everyone in the village ran out of the door in shock, thinking that the sky had fallen.

The sky did not fall, but the mountain collapsed.

Someone blew up a hill south of Tower Hill.

The people from the village office rushed to the scene, but they didn't catch who the person who blew up the mountain was.

However, judging from the investigation of the scene, the people who blew up the mountain used their own soil explosives, and the strength of the blasting was extremely accurate, just to make a boulder fall and block the mountain road.

That mountain road is the only road leading to the outside world in Tashan Village.

The village chief frowned, saying that the prisoner who blew up the mountain was easy to catch, and the village would deploy soil explosives, and there were no more than five people with such superb artillery skills, so just arrest them and investigate them one by one.

At this time, I understood why Mr. Qin was confident that my parents and I would not be able to escape from Tashan Village.

In the evening, another big event happened in the village.

More than a dozen old people who were over the age of old got together and committed suicide by burning coal in an abandoned house in the east of the village!