What's even more incredible is that this human skin doll also has a heavy weighing stone nailed to the bone cover. It weighed seven or eight pounds, and was hammered into the weighing stone by a long nail full of rust, and the nail head was interspersed into the heart of the stone, completely intertwined with the skull, and pressed against the door of the head.

Especially its face, ouch! A small round face the size of a "slap", with eyes and nose crooked to the base of the ear, if you don't look closely, it doesn't look like a nose, like a cow's tail with flesh and blood blurred.

Just such a small bloody head fell directly from the table.

The bell squatted next to the table, and he had goosebumps all over his body, and his legs almost didn't turn to the sky.

But the two aunts and uncles sitting at the table are good, such a big movement, four people, eight pairs of eyes, as if they didn't see anything. I just sat at the table and played mahjong intently, and one of the aunts also held 80,000 yuan and slapped the table and shouted: "Bar!" ”

This thunderous roar frightened the two uncles and aunts next to them, and sweat flowed all over the table.

The uncle wearing reading glasses next to him wiped a handful of cold sweat on his palms, and then hit 20,000.

"Bump!"

The aunt took out two pieces of mahjong that had been sorted out and turned over to the table! With the other hand, he took the 20,000 back to the table.

"40,000 ......"

"Touch again!"

"Six...... Sixty thousand! ”

"Ignition! Clear the brigade, it's paste, give money to money. ”

"You're a fucking !!!!"

The uncle wrinkled his brows with saliva, stood up from his seat menacingly, spit out the old pipe in his mouth to the ground, kicked over the mahjong table, pointed at the aunt, and said angrily with his mother: "Grandma, say it quickly, is it your ghost, you have won me 7749 tonight, put the gun on me, is there a hidden mechanism on your body?" Lao Tzu wants to search your body. ”

As soon as this trip came out, the old and the mother left at the table looked very calm, judging from their faces, they should all express their understanding.

"Cut! If you have no evidence, you can't let the old lady get lucky? The old lady who won the money grabbed a handful of melon seeds in her hand, cocked Erlang's legs, spit out the skin of melon seeds on her side, and rolled her eyes at the uncle.

This sentence seemed to completely irritate the old uncle, and he reached out with a red nose and took off his reading glasses and threw them to the ground, chopping off his feet twice. With the momentum of thunder, he stepped on the mahjong board, and rushed to the aunt in three or two steps, his five fingers were bent into claws, and a trace of saliva fell from his lips, and he grabbed the aunt's hair.

"Give me the money!" Hurry up! ”

"What money?" The aunt is still calmly knocking on the melon seeds.

"Your win!" Uncle accentuated his tone.

"Ouch? How? Can't afford to lose? If you can't afford to lose, don't play, look at your virtue, and you're still a fork! ”

The uncle was so anxious that his face was red, and tears were about to flow out. Quickly taking off his pants, he pulled out a white, shiny watermelon knife from his underwear, five feet long, and its blade was extremely sharp.

Raised in his hand, he put it directly on the shoulders of the aunt, and threatened: "Take out the money quickly, otherwise I will use your skull cover as a bowl!" ”

When the aunt saw this sharp blade, she was frightened, and she didn't dare to squeak with melon seed skin on her front teeth, and the toes on Erlang's legs were trembling.

The other two uncles and aunts around sat like wooden people, not moving at all, looking ahead.

Although the bell squatting on one side was also a little unbearable, he did not step forward to stop it, but continued to stare at the human skin baby face under the feet of the four people, shaking and shaking, like a half-mud tumbler.

At the last moment, a thunderbolt just fell from top to bottom at the feet of the four people. The watermelon knife in the uncle's hand continued to rub slightly against her shoulder until it reached her neck, and the blade was close to the skin, rubbing a bloody mark.

Auntie's pants were soaked, and a smell of urinary acid spread to every corner of the surroundings. Two yellow front teeth were exposed in her trembling lips, covered with saliva from the mixture of tears, and her heavy ass was about to collapse the stool.

"What...... What, you're going to kill? Are you really going to kill? ”

The uncle held the 60,000 mahjong board he regretted playing before, took a sharp breath, and turned around with tears. The blade on his neck turned on his side, raised his hand and retracted it violently, moved to the elbow of the aunt, and then raised it again and roared, and the blade swung down.

"Click!"

Half of the arm flew away, and before the blood could spurt out, the arm flew off and disappeared into the dark night sky.

The aunt slowly twisted her neck and looked down at her shoulder, and after two seconds, a large amount of red blood spurted out of the large scar on her shoulder, splashing all over the ground.

The uncle's face instantly burst into 120,000 points of anger, and he raised the watermelon knife high, and said angrily: "There must be a mechanism in your intestines, I want to dig it up and find it!" As soon as the words fell, the hand continued to swing down violently, chopping down on the aunt's scalp.

"Ah!!h At this time, the aunt felt severe pain, retracted Erlang's legs, hurriedly hid, and hurriedly stood up from the stool with her hands covering the wound.

Uncle slashed the empty with this knife, and cut the wooden quadrangular stool in half.

Auntie just ran two steps, "Plop!" He crawled on the ground with his two hands, moved slowly, and shouted to the sky: "Help! Kill! ”

The uncle was still unrelenting, and after pulling out the knife, he rushed at the back of the aunt again, roaring and scolding and pounced on her.

The bell still turned a blind eye, staring at the blood-stained little round face on the ground, looking like a three- or five-year-old child, round and a watermelon that had not yet grown.

There was a burning smell in the air, as if there was a fire somewhere, and there was still a scream of aunts in the distance. The bell turned his head and looked around, the chandeliers hanging on both sides of the mourning hall seemed to become darker, and the group of strange people who were kneeling in front of the spiritual seat to burn incense and kowtow suddenly disappeared, and the three sides seemed empty.

At this moment, a cold little hand patted her back on the back of the bell again, which was the feeling before, and this was the third time. So that the bell had to look back.

When I looked back, the mahjong table that had been turned to the ground suddenly turned into a golden tripod. The tripod was filled with soil, and three incense sticks were inserted upside down on the soil, which had burned halfway. There are two more clay figures next to them, looking like the two aunts and uncles who played mahjong before, but the screams from the dark can still be faintly heard in the distance.

But the bell was still sweeping his eyes left and right, presumably looking for the little baby who didn't exist. From its cold hands, it can be clearly felt that it is the desolate hands of a blood infant.

However, the smell of burning fire still permeated the air. It's like the smell of a fire in a bar before. The fire was burning, and the smell of fireworks hit my nose, and the smoke was extremely uncomfortable.

However, there was not a single flame burning on all sides of the entire mourning hall, and even the fire paper that was burning in the brazier soon had long been extinguished. Except for the faint light shining from the chandelier, there was only silence at the top, and I didn't know where the smoky smell of burning came from.

In this second, the situation happened suddenly. The bell inadvertently sounded a baby's cry from the corner of a wall in both ears. The sound is miserable, weird, and heart-wrenching. Even crying and howling, wow wow crying, as if shouting: "Mom! Mom! ”

The sound reverberates faintly, sometimes it feels close to the ear, sometimes it is so small that it is faint to hear.

The bell kept shaking its head, looking in all directions, south, east, and west. Seeing nothing, he stood up again, walking up and down in the dark, his feet on the dirt and stone slabs on the ground, his body spinning all the time, going back and forth in circles, twisting his head around.

"Mom! Mom! ”

The baby's voice rang again, and the bell quickly twisted behind her, looking at it with her eyes, as if she felt the sound behind her.

Unfortunately, she didn't see anything, and from her feet all the way up to her head, there was only a large metal welded iron door in her vision. The iron bars seem to be old, twenty or thirty strung together horizontally and vertically, and they have long been rotten and full of rust.

The door was half-open, and the frame of the door was still moving in the moonlight, like a gust of wind blowing, like a little doll's hands pushing back and forth.

The bell quickened his pace and walked straight towards the big iron door.

The closer I got in that direction, the more the frame of the iron door shook. After more than seven or eight steps in front of him, and three or four meters away, the door frame suddenly stopped moving. The strong wind blowing from behind blew against the current, and there was a violent friction between the door gap and the door frame.

Then there was a loud bang, and the door was closed tightly, as if it had been completely covered with a layer of tape, and the air inside and outside were completely out of circulation.

At the same time, the bell stopped. Staring at the door, it was as if I saw a round thing, standing in the center of the gate, and there were three flames in a row above it, flickering and dimming, flickering and flickering, and it looked like three red eyes.

The bell stood in place, stiff as mud, paused for about two seconds, wiped his eyelids, and stared carefully at the three fire points. Then she continued to move her legs forward, but this time she walked very slowly, pausing every two steps to look back and forth.

At this moment, the baby's cry sounded under the iron door, so close that it seemed to be within reach. The bell pondered for a moment, took out the "Ancient Artifact" from his pocket, lit it, shone the light under the iron door, and continued to move forward.

The moment the light hit the round object, a green color appeared on the leather surface, with black streaks on it. As the bell went further, he looked down and saw that it was a watermelon with vines sticking to it.

But this watermelon is covered with rows and rows of turned mahjong all around, forming a circle around this watermelon. There are still three sticks of incense on top of the watermelon. But the bell was the first time I'd seen it, and I didn't know what it was.

There is also a watermelon knife hidden behind the watermelon, and a reading glasses are placed on the surface of the knife, and the mirror surface is somewhat broken.

The bell squatted down behind him and gently tapped the upside-down watermelon with his fingertips, the echo was very crisp, and it felt like it was empty inside, as if there was no "meat filling".

But the baby's voice did come from the watermelon, and it was still crying out to his mother.

After the bell took the watermelon knife in his hand, he pulled out the three sticks of incense inserted in it. Cover the blade to the top and cut the whole watermelon in half, and when you cut it, it feels very easy and you are ready to pull it to the end. What emerged was not a baby at all, but a dozen green apples, each with three sticks of incense on it.

And these incense burns are always only half-burned, and even the ashes do not fall.

These apples are not whole, the skin of the apples has been cut in half, the top is white, and the bottom is green. The incense is inserted directly from the core, and the white skin is intact, without the slightest trace of scratching, and it does not seem to be man-made at all.

The bell hand picked up an apple and held it in front of him for a while. It was found that these incense flames did not smoke at all, but they could burn strangely in the air, and they could not be blown by mouth, like a dark fire.

When she flipped the apple over, she was surprised to see a humanoid face carved into its back. Not only that, but other apples will have such a face when they pick it up, and this face is so carefully carved that people will feel like a baby face at a glance.

At this moment, the apple suddenly made a baby's cry, not only the apple in his hand. The other apples that fell to the ground also made the same sound.

When the bell was frightened, he immediately threw the apple in his hand to the ground. "The baby's cry just now can't have come from this apple, right?" The more the bell thought about it, the more terrifying she felt, and after kicking the watermelon over, she stood up, and was about to climb over the iron door, when the desolate hand appeared behind her for the fourth time, and this time pushed hard.

Bell looked back and saw that the little ghost who had been separated in the house was suddenly standing in front of her, with a miserable smile on his face, not speaking or moving, and holding a green apple in his mouth.

"How are you? How did you end up here? Where did you go before? ”

When the bell saw him, he asked three questions in a row. But the little ghost didn't say a word, his body slowly retreated, until he retreated to the back of the mourning hall, the speed was very fast, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The bell followed, and ran with him to the back of the mourning hall. When I arrived at the place, I saw a very small black coffin in the middle, less than a meter long, and such a small coffin could only hold a baby, or a three- or five-year-old baby.

The coffin was covered with a lot of white flowers, and the flowers were covered with dirt and ash, and it looked like they had been left for many years, but the flowers never withered, and they bloomed brightly on them.

Before the bell reached the coffin, the coffin let out a "Knock knock!" There was a sound, as if a living person was knocking his fist on the top of the coffin inside.

The bell may be thinking at this time: "It's strange, when I was fighting with the old ghost here before, I didn't see this coffin in this place, the back of this mourning hall was empty, and suddenly a coffin appeared here, who did it?" ”

When he turned around, the coffin began to shake, and the bottom of the coffin fell together, causing the dust on the ground to float up, and three narrow gaps were cracked between the stone slabs.

It took almost ten seconds of continuous shaking before it stopped, and the knocking sound inside was gone, and the coffin was still in place, and a few white flowers fell from it.

The bell walked up and was about to lift the lid of the coffin, when his hand touched the coffin board. Inside the coffin, the cry of a baby suddenly rang out. The bell didn't think much about it, but directly used both hands to remove the coffin lid, put his face inside, and there was nothing.

There are only layers of mahjong covered with faces, and they are placed horizontally inside the coffin. Looking down from above, there are 80,000 in the first row, 20,000 in the second row, 40,000 in the third row, and 60,000 in the fourth row.

Isn't the order of this card just the order of the aunt's paste, and it is also three two four hundred and sixty thousand, four eighty thousand. In the middle of mahjong, there are also two dirty dice.

At first glance, there are only these things in this coffin. There was no such thing as the crying baby in it.

The bell continued to shine the flashlight in, and the four corners of the coffin were covered with mahjong boards, and there was not even a single gap left, which was airtight.

After repeated photos, I didn't notice any problems, the bell slapped the handle, closed the coffin lid, and after the object returned to its original position, there was a sound of tapping in the back of the ear as soon as I turned around.

The bell turned sideways and kicked the lid on the coffin directly, jumped to one end of the coffin, and looked into the coffin with both eyes, but what he could see was still the densely laid mahjong board, and there was no change at all.

The bell then stretched his head down to his knees, and looked at the bottom of the coffin with an upside-down face, still empty, and all he could see was his own shadow.

It was quiet all around, and the bell jumped straight down, and this time she didn't close the lid of the coffin, but stepped on the lid in half, kicked it far away, and turned and walked out. Every few steps she takes, she subconsciously looks back, as if she is always worried about something.

When she turned around again, a green apple flew from out of nowhere and smashed directly on the top of the bell's head, making her dizzy and almost unsteady.

"Who?" Bell asked, looking down at the broken apple on the ground, facing the air.

Two tiles on the eaves fell to the ground, and after the tiles were broken, a few foot marks appeared on the ground. The imprint is very small, and each footprint is very deep, seven or eight meters long. When the sigil spreads to the side of the coffin, there is no sigil on the land.

The bell looked up and rushed to the coffin, his hands on his side, and his neck stretched in. His eyes widened like balls, rubbing his eyelids to the brightest and brightest.

The mahjong inside the coffin has changed, it was originally turned upside down, but now it is turned upside down. The back of mahjong is green, and the eyes are flowery when you look at it. There is a mahjong in the middle that slowly sinks, as if there is a hand at the bottom to cut down, and then the second mahjong on the side also begins to sink.

The third, the fourth. One by one sinks into the coffin slab, and it is in order, forming a square.

After forming a pit, a green apple sprang up and jumped on it. Then the second, and then the third. In the blink of an eye, the narrow coffin space was already filled with fruit.

The bell stretched out his hand, peeled off the layer of fruit on the leather, and continued to touch it.

Suddenly, her hand touched a layer of soft stuff, which was warm and felt like a human body. Then he continued to cut the apples one by one by hand, and a small black object slowly emerged from the gap.

When it was completely planed, I saw a very short leg, a doll leg, wrapped in a black cloth, and the foot was yellow, and when I touched it, it was dry as ash, and it was completely stiffened into stone.

The bell held all the fruits in the coffin in his hands, and I don't know how many countless green fruits rolled in the coffin. When she took it all out, she finally saw a little doll lying in the coffin, with a thin physique, three or five years old, less than a meter, and her face was covered by a layer of white paper, so she couldn't see his appearance clearly.

But judging from the appearance of this corpse, it looks like it has been dead for hundreds of years. The clothes he wore were the uniforms of Qing Dynasty officials, but this one seemed to be a special one, specially made for the dead child.

The bell continued to uncover the white paper on the corpse's face, and when it was uncovered, he found that there was another layer of white paper. Squinting at it, it turned out that there was a thick layer of white paper stacked on the surface, and the dots were not clear, and there were about dozens of sheets.

Every piece of white paper is soaked, and the water on it has not dried yet. This seems to be a kind of criminal punishment for the execution of prisoners in ancient times, and the long torture is extremely cruel with soaking white paper and slowly wiping it on the face until the prisoner suffocates to death.

Bell stretched out his two hands and removed all the white paper from the corpse's face. When revealed, a pale face was revealed, and both cheeks were already puffy. The scalp was bleeding, and it was still impossible to see clearly, but the little doll had a piece of green apple in its mouth and kept biting it.

It is conceivable that this should be someone stuffed into his mouth shortly after the doll died, although I don't know the intention, but this kind of burial method is indeed very cruel.

The doll also has a piece of steamed bun hanging from its chest, which has been bitten. The steamed bun has long been dried up and as solid as a stone, and the bell reached out and tore off the steamed bun on the doll's chest, but he didn't expect that at the same time, the doll's two white eyes suddenly opened, and he stared straight at her like this.

The bell was so frightened that he let go of his hand, and the steamed bun fell to the ground. Although the doll opened its eyes, its body did not move, and it still slept in the coffin very stiffly.

The bell bent down tremblingly, and was about to pick up the steamed buns on the ground, when at the moment when his eyes shifted, he heard the voice of the corpse in the coffin, "Mom! ”

(To be continued)