I lamented in my heart why I still lost my hand.

However, the footsteps of the little spear did not stop, and continued to walk towards Song Moyu.

"Senior brother, I finally found you." The little spear looked at Song Moyu with a cold face.

"Lu Xingli! I told you not to come! Song Moyu yelled.

"Senior brother, don't bluff, you don't have that guts." The little spear said coldly.

"What?" Song Moyu's eyes widened.

"You don't have the courage to commit suicide, and if you had, neither of the two masters would die."

Song Moyu's face showed an embarrassed appearance like a lost dog, and he shook his head desperately, asking the little spear not to look down on him!

"If you really have the courage to commit suicide, the day you become a corpse, you should go to the sun by yourself, but you didn't plant it." The eyes of the little spear were so sharp that they almost pierced Song Moyu.

"Senior brother! I said, I don't want to be like this, it's all because of ......" Song Moyu shouted bitterly.

Xiao Shengun shook his head, saying that he didn't want to listen to Song Moyu's explanation.

Then the little spear rushed up with an arrow step and grabbed Song Moyu's arm.

"Throw it! Let's die together! Then go down and meet the two masters, and you will explain to them yourself when you arrive! Why did you kill them! Why did you kill the two people who raised you with your own hands, and didn't give up on you even if you became a monster! The little spear roared.

At this moment, my heart was in my throat.

'Cause I'm watching the little sharpshooter fuck ...... It's really crazy!

He grabbed Song Moyu's arm, not to snatch his lighter, but to throw his lighter into the pile of explosives!

But at this time, Song Moyu himself tried his best to pull his arm back and threw the lighter away from the explosives pile.

Then, Song Moyu sat paralyzed on the ground, like a three-year-old child, snot and tears fell at the same time, crying loudly.

I sighed in my heart, this Song Moyu has lived with the little spear for more than ten years, and the little spear really knows this guy very well.

This Song Moyu is a bad stomach but can't be evil, full of vices but can't be fierce, pure a rotten gourd.

At this time, Xiao Xiyue and Uncle Jiu also walked in and looked at Song Moyu who was sitting on the ground.

Song Moyu covered his face with his one-arm and cried, while still excusing himself.

"I was there at the time, and I also knew that it wasn't you who killed the two masters, but this is also the fruit of your planting, if you are really of good character, how can you provoke such an evil thing? How could the two masters die? Xiao Xiyue gritted her teeth.

"You are always like this, shirking, evading, to this day, you are also justifying yourself, ignoring the tragic death of the two masters, and apologizing to the two masters, is it really that difficult?" Uncle Nine asked in a trembling voice.

Song Moyu's emotions suddenly became excited, and he said something that made me, an outsider, unbearable.

"It's not all because of them! Am I the ghost I am now? If Song Qing hadn't adopted me, I would still be living in Mouse Alley now! If it weren't for Lu Yuancheng forcing me to learn this and that, how could I be depressed, go looking for flowers and ask willows, and finally meet that woman......" Song Moyu yelled.

No one wanted to listen to him anymore.

The little sharpshooter took up his knife and cut off Song Moyu's head.

Song Moyu's head rolled on the ground, and the ugly quibble just now solidified into his dead state.

"I thought of a thousand ways to torture him to death, but now I've given up all of them, because I can't watch him live for a second longer, it's disgusting." Said the little sharpshooter.

Xiao Xiyue also shook her head, saying that some beasts are unripe.

"The crow is ugly, but he also knows that he feeds his filial piety, and the mouse is treacherous, but he also knows how to send treasure to repay his kindness, why are some people, not to mention pigs and dogs, not even the lowest animals?" Uncle Nine sighed.

I also walked over and kicked Song Moyu's head away, venting my anger.

After that, I asked the big guys to mend the knives one by one to the corpses who were drugged and lying on the ground.

Although Dr. Xiao Wang and those hunters often use knives, it is the first time they have used knives to kill people, and they dare not use them.

And this corpse is said to be a monster, but its appearance is no different from ordinary people.

Zheng Butcher roared angrily, saying that he didn't have the courage to do it? It's a mahogany knife, and it's not a real knife! These guys are monsters, and they're not alive! Haven't you seen them drink blood just now? Hands-on!

Then, Zheng Butcher took the lead in chopping up the walking corpses with a peachwood knife, and as soon as he chopped it down, the wound emitted white smoke, and then it was quickly burned!

When Dr. Xiao Wang saw it, he also let go of his courage, and they all let go of their hands and feet.

Xiaofeng asked them to wait for a while, saying that my sister had left a second bag for me to see now.

I unfolded the piece of paper, and there were still five scribbled words written on it: "Song Dingbo hunts ghosts."

The little spear came over, smiled, and said: "Last time it was the chapter of the Water Margin, this time it is an allusion to Sou Shen Ji, it seems that your sister is a well-read person, so there are so many tricks." ”

I nodded, my sister has indeed loved reading since she was a child, and I remember that when I went back to look for her, she happened to be copying books.

"Do you understand what kind of ploy this is?" The little sharpshooter asked me.

I said that I understood, and it was better for them to see it with their own eyes than to explain it to the villagers.

All we have to do is capture a corpse and bring it back to the village for the villagers to see, and they will understand the truth.

It would be better for me to pick one of these drugged corpses who was from our village when he died, and it would be more convincing when the time came.

At this time, Xiaofeng came to my side and said, according to my sister's strategy, there is no need to choose, there is one of the most suitable candidates among these corpses, and when the people in the village see him, they can understand the horror of the truth and the crisis of the situation by 10 million.

Xiaofeng told me the name of that person.

I couldn't believe it at all.

"How is that possible...... It's him? With his personality, even if he is resurrected, he will definitely go to the sun and commit suicide by himself, instead of harming the people in the village in turn! My eyes widened.

Xiaofeng shook his head and said that people's hearts are unpredictable, let me find them in these stunned corpses by myself, and I can see is believing.

And I really found that person, and looking at his face, I really had mixed feelings in my heart.

When people's hearts are really unpredictable, why should they be left behind after death?

Uncle Nine and I took a bag of marijuana from the warehouse and put this person inside.

After that, the little spear and they successively eliminated the remaining corpses that had no power to resist, and transferred all the mountain-opening tools in the warehouse to the village office, and the explosives were transferred to the west warehouse near the mountain road, all surrounded by a peach wood fence, and sent people to guard them.

After dawn, everyone took a short break in the morning and waited until the afternoon to act, and at the same time dried the "ghosts" to dry.

In the afternoon, I went to the ancestral hall, and at the same time asked Brother He, who had a half-official position in the village office, to use the loudspeaker of the village office to gather the whole village.

It didn't take long for people to come.

Some of the villagers were pale and looked weak, and I knew why they were like that.

When the crowd was almost there, I stood in front of the altar table in the ancestral hall and looked at the black villagers below.

"In the past few months, there have been a lot of strange disasters in our village, many people have died, many people have disappeared, we have held mountain sacrifices, and we have heard the methods of various gods, but the disasters continue to occur, and we have not found the source of the disaster." I said it out loud.

Then, I took a deep breath.

"Last night I saw many resurrected dead people walking around our village, did anyone else see it with their own eyes?" I asked.

Brother He and Uncle Yang, who were placed in the crowd before, all raised their hands to indicate that they had seen it with their own eyes.

There were also those pale and weak villagers, whose bodies trembled when they heard this, but they did not stand up and respond.

I continued my story, saying that I had not only seen it with my own eyes, but I had also been in contact with it, and that last night, when I was wandering outside, I met an acquaintance.

"I dare say that when you see him, you will all know what is going on! Some of you will also know what terrible consequences you have hidden from your self-righteous intentions! I said out loud.

Then I asked Little Sharpspear and Uncle Nine to carry the sack up and untie the rope that tied the mouth.

The moment the sack was untied, a man crawled out of it.

When the villagers saw the man's face, they all screamed in horror and wanted to escape from the ancestral hall. ()

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