Because of the fierce fear, Mrs. Wang didn't even take a lantern. I can only run in the dark according to my feelings.

Falling down, getting up, all that was in my mind was the weird and cold laugh of the two-headed baby.

Home, the word gave her endless strength at this time. As long as she gets home, she's safe.

There are dim but warm lights in the house, and there are hot quilts. And that chattering husband.

Stumbling along the way, Mrs. Wang finally returned home, familiar smell, familiar furnishings, Mrs. Wang gasped violently against the door, and her heart settled down a little.

After drinking a few sips of hot water, my whole body felt a little warmer. In the end, he was old, and he was frightened, not to mention, and ran these roads again, and he couldn't stop fighting, yawning and burrowing into the bed.

It is said that men have a lot of anger, which is true. At this time, the quilt was hot, although it smelled of some of my wife's feet. But it's incredibly reassuring.

The princess fell asleep by her husband, and she began to snore next to the bed.

It's a land with a cold smell, like a sticky snake, slowly crawling over the skin. Disgusting and scary.

A blood-colored full moon hung in the gray sky, like a giant one-eyed looking down on the earth.

Mrs. Wang looked around in some surprise, she had obviously gone home to sleep? So where is it? How is there no snow?

Silence, deathly silence.

Mrs. Wang swallowed her saliva, tentatively put her hands to her lips and shouted softly, "Is there anyone?" ”

The sound sounded abruptly in the woods, but there was not even a single sound of birds and insects, except for the fainter and weaker echoes.

"Giggle......

The giggling sound of a baby suddenly sounded, and the princess ran in one direction screaming.

"You're coming, you're going to kill me......"

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

The sound of the baby's milk was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, following behind the princess, far and near.

When she was so close, she could almost feel the warm breath behind her ears.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Pozi finally exhausted her strength, leaning on a tree and sliding softly on the ground, her chest rising and falling violently, and her voice was like a broken bellows, making a piercing sound.

"You... Finally... Who is it..."

Mrs. Wang shouted into the night sky in a hoarse voice, her voice like a night owl.

She was responded to by giggles, with cat-and-mouse banter and triumph.

"Do you ask dad if he's going to be big or small? Do you still need to ask such a question? Of course, it's for me. ”

It's still a baby's voice with a milky voice.

Mrs. Wang's body trembled violently, her voice became sharp, and she shouted, "Didn't I finally deliver you two brothers out safely? How can you take revenge? ”

There was a sticky touch behind the ears, and Mrs. Wang felt that there was someone behind her head, but she didn't dare to look back, her whole body trembled like chaff, and her heart beat violently, as if she was about to jump out of her throat.

"I'm happy to ......"

Mrs. Wang felt that her whole body was cold, and all her nerves were tense like a full bowstring.

It's just that I've lived for half my life, what kind of things have I never seen, Mrs. Wang gritted her teeth and turned back suddenly.

Almost face to face with the two-headed baby.

It was a wrinkled face, with huge eyes that took up almost a third of the face. The bulging eye sockets looked like a toad with a human face.

It's just the head of the master, with a terrible smile, showing a row of teeth as fine as a piranha. But the partial head closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Mrs. Wang lost her soul for a moment, almost forgetting her fear and screaming.

"See you tomorrow."

Mrs. Wang looked at the opening and closing mouth of the two-headed monster, and there was a fishy smell of dead fish and shrimp after exposure to the sun in the summer.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Old man Wang patted Mrs. Wang's face vigorously, but he couldn't wake up. He was sleeping Zhengxiang, but he was woken up by Mrs. Wang's screaming and kicking again.

Old man Wang thought that it might be a nightmare, so he muttered and got out of bed, took some cold water, and filled a bowl full of rice.

Then he found a black cloth to wrap the bowl full of rice, and then buckled it upside down on the side of the princess.

In the end, while dipping his hand in water and spilling it on the face of Mrs. Wang, he still chanted some Buddhist six-character mantras in his mouth.

Within a quarter of an hour, Mrs. Wang sat up from the bed with a scream. It was as if I had been fished out of the water, and it was sweat with a sour smell.

After seeing his wife's concerned eyes, he grabbed his wife's hand and cried loudly: "He's coming, he's going to kill me." He's coming......"

Old man Wang shook off Mrs. Wang's hand with some pain, and said with a displeased face: "God and God all day long, and I don't let people sleep in the middle of the night." ”

After finishing speaking, he stopped caring about the stunned mother-in-law Wang, and yawned to make up for sleep.

No one knew that the rice under the black cloth was decreasing dramatically.

Three days later, Mrs. Wang died.

I heard that when I was going to the hut, I accidentally fell into the dung pit and drowned. At that time, the rural conditions were naturally no better than those of today's high-rise buildings and flush toilets. The thatched houses in the countryside are very simple, which is a simple pit.

I also heard that when Mrs. Wang was fished up, she was crawling with maggots. A pair of eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

And Ling Er, a blind man at the west end of the village, said that he seemed to be haunted by evil ghosts and scared to death. Otherwise, how could such a shallow dung pit drown people?

Ling Dajun was on his way back from buying rice noodles in the town, and he heard the women in the village chewing the root of their tongues, and he knew a rough idea.

The rice noodles in his hand almost didn't hold it, and he only smiled at the village women.

A woman in a flower jacket smiled and asked, "Dajun, I heard that twins were born, congratulations, when will we invite our fellow villagers to drink wine and eat candy." ”

Ling Dajun replied indiscriminately, and ran back home as if he had fled.

Could it be that his son, the son born by Xiaoying's desperate death, is really a monster? Is it really just a nemesis?

On the night of Xiao Ying's death, Ling Dajun sat on the ground for a whole night, and finally decided that no matter what Xiao Ying gave birth to, it was his Ling family's species.

Therefore, Ling Dajun thought that after burying Xiaoying, he would take his son to hide in the mountains for the rest of his life. Anyway, there is a way to live. If you are in the village, you are afraid that you will be drowned alive.

Freaks are unknown, this is a rule that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Ling Dajun endured the grief in his heart, wiped Xiaoying's body clean, and changed her into decent clothes. In fact, it is decent, that is, a washed white floral jacket.

clumsily braided his wife's waist-length hair into a twisted braid and hung down at his side.

Ling Dajun originally wanted to stop the mortuary for three days, but after three days, he secretly buried his wife, and then hid in the mountains with his son.

But in the middle of the night the next day, when Ling Dajun got up at night, he saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The clear moonlight shone into the room through the dilapidated window, but Li Juying, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, sat up. He was still holding a swaddling cloth in his hand. Long braids hang down on the side of the chest.

The floral jacket was lifted from one side. A miserable white light on his chest was revealed.

By the light of the moon, Ling Dajun clearly saw that the partial head was sucking desperately. It seems that there is elixir fairy liquid in that little ru's head, which makes people crazy.

Night, silent.

Ling Dajun only felt that the hairs on his body stood up, and the sound of a baby sucking came from his ears, with longing and excitement.

One was his dead wife, and the other was his newborn son. Ling Dajun seemed to have forgotten to be afraid, to flee.

The dead body is breastfeeding, is it because the wife's obsession is too deep? Or something else......

Ling Dajun is unknown.