The old ghost was seriously injured, his hands were purple and his feet were swollen, and half of his front teeth were missing. I didn't get up many times when I used my hands to prop up the soil.

The golden light shrouded by the big tree next to it had gradually dissipated, and slowly, disappeared into the darkness. The curtains hanging from the house next to it were blown away by the wind and floated out of the glass, rolling up a floating flower.

Half of a human face was visible under the window, and his face and nose were blurry, and he had no eyes, like a child.

"Ouch!" The old ghost almost spurted a mouthful of blood on the purple orchid petals in front of his head, and rubbed it off the loess in exhaustion. The black cloak behind him had become half-gray and half-yellow, and there was a large piece of blood on his knee.

The dazzling gold under the trees behind him faded in an instant, gradually turning white. The light completely disappeared in the entire smoky garden.

Soon, the shape of the gold began to change. Some of the square gold bars shrank into an ellipse. And it looks very soft, as if it has hit back to the previous prototype.

The old ghost almost rubbed the dirt on his boots dizzily, and shook his head around looking for his hammer. The hammer was not found, but only a cloud of white powder was found under the tree.

In the middle of the sycamore tree, there is a deeply smashed indentation. There was also a black liquid on the bark, and the smell of oil permeated the body.

The gold under the tree, after changing color, emitted a hot gas. It looks like a white stone wrapped in cotton, soft and fragrant.

The sky was cloudy and drizzling. The old ghost put his palms together, rubbed the dirt on his palms, shrunk his body into a ball, and walked under the big tree, looking at the sallow concave mark on the bark.

When the distance was less than three feet, the smell of oil from before became heavier again. The old ghost was so stabbed that he couldn't breathe, and was about to reach for his hand when a narrow hole was cracked in the bark of the big tree.

The black liquid was still hot from the mouth. It flows all the way down the bark to the loess. The little white stones underneath were dyed black.

The old ghost stood trembling on the spot, and was about to reach for his hand when a second crack opened in the pole. The two gaps are joined into an elliptical line as they break, and they look like a pattern, and the more you look at them, the more they look like a rolling pin.

The crack grew deeper and deeper until it was completely convex, and the bark on the surface fell off and covered the soft white stones.

And the crack in the tree has the shape of a palm. A large amount of black oil flowed out of it, and the oil and water were bubbling white. It looks very hot and hot, and the sound it makes is like a fried cake in a pot, "Zizizi......"

The old ghost was quite bold and did not choose to retreat. Instead, he licked his hand twice with his tongue until the back of his palm was completely moistened with his disgusting saliva, and then straightened his whole arm, and put his palm up into the crack in the bark.

The second before I reached in, it was empty, and I didn't feel like I had touched anything. So he stretched his hand down again, and his fingertips touched something soft, and the skin was a little hard, like a piece of cake.

The old ghost was in a hurry, and continued to stretch his hand down a foot. The five fingers were closed, and the unknown object was firmly grasped, and with a hard pull, it was pulled out of the gap.

When he pulled out a head, the old ghost almost glared and realized that something was wrong. The head was yellow and scorched, looking like a snake's head, and it was still hot.

But the old ghost did not let go of his hand, but continued to pull out. Pulled out a long section, and at first glance, it turned out to be a fritter. But this fritter is indeed a little too long, like the sling on the container.

It has been pulled out for five or six meters, and the soil has been dragged for a long time. But this fritter hasn't been completely pulled out yet.

The old ghost almost couldn't believe the facts in front of him, and continued to firmly grasp the half-cut fritters that he had dragged out with his two hands, and continued to pull it outward. It was stretched out dozens of meters long, and the feet were like dozens of coiled snakes around them, wrapping the entire knee.

But the strange thing is that this fritter hasn't been completely pulled out yet. It's like Aunt Wang's footwrapping, it's long and smelly.

The old ghost had never seen such a long fritters, and he pulled them for several minutes, and he was covered in sweat. It still feels loose on my hands, and there seems to be a long section inside.

The old ghost wiped the sweat from his forehead and paused for a moment. He continued to reach into the gap in the bark and continued to twitch violently. After more than ten minutes, the long fritters were dragged all over the ground, and the loess was soaked in oil and water into half a quagmire.

At the end, a large iron pot appeared at the tail of the fritters. The hundred-meter-long fritters were finally pulled out, and the iron pot fell to the ground with the bark.

There were two white lights shining in the black iron pot, as if there were two precious stones in the iron pot. Light poured out from the inside out of the iron pot, illuminating the gray walls on all sides as if they were whitewashed walls.

The old ghost almost couldn't open his eyes a little bit, and shook his neck hard, and his eyes were spent.

At this time, the drizzle in the sky suddenly stopped. The old ghost almost got his hair wet. The clouds gradually dispersed, revealing half a moon and emerging outside the layer, and the light shone on the earth, and the light in the iron pot combined into a line.

The old ghost almost covered his hands on the pupils of his eyes and rubbed them back and forth several times. When I slowly opened my eyelids, the light from the black iron pot faded a little.

Walk over to the iron pot and bury your head in it. There are two white steel hammers in the iron pot. When I took it in my hand, there was a plum blossom pattern on it, and a big word was written in the upper right corner. It's a dollar of steel.

That's two dollars, but the old ghost doesn't know what it is. It looks like a silver coin.

Then, I looked at the fritters all over the ground under the iron pot. The taste is still fragrant, like fresh fritters just out of the pot.

The old ghost almost squatted down, picked up the fritter with his other hand, and sniffed it in front of his nose. It's really fragrant, and it looks like it's still edible.

"Two dollars, pay me back the money, uncle, please!"

The strange sound came from the back of the house, and this time the old ghost was clearly audible. Suddenly, when I looked back, I found that there was a human face under the window, and I couldn't see the eyes and nose clearly, and the face was very immature, like the face of a little doll.

The old ghost was aware of the danger and quickly kicked open the iron pot around him. Rising from the loess. Turning around, he was about to pull out the mansion.

Who knew that the big iron gate was suddenly blown by a gust of wind, and there was a "bang" sound, and the iron door was closed airtightly. At the same time, the decaying wooden door under the house opened in an instant.

The old ghost almost stopped, and turned sideways towards the fence to climb out. Thinking about more things is better than less things, and slipping if you can. Indeed, the old ghost cha and He Wei Ling have different temperaments, and they have to find out about everything they do.

But the old ghost is not very curious, and he doesn't care what demons and monsters are in the house, in short, he doesn't care about his business, and he will talk about it first.

The old ghost ran to the top of the wall, jumped up, and grabbed the top of the wall with both hands. Kick your legs and stick your toes against the wall. Halfway through, suddenly a black cat fell from the sky and meowed. The whole body pounced on the old ghost's face.

Suddenly, his eyes went black, and he couldn't see anything. The black cat scratched at his face with its claws, revealing five blood marks. The old ghost almost roared, let go of his hands, and fell with his back to the loess under the garden.

When he fell, he was on all fours, and a mouthful of white foam spurted out of his lips.

The cat on the wall meowed at it twice, then turned around and pounced on the other side of the wall.

The old ghost lay on the ground for a few seconds, and when he opened his eyes, he couldn't see the beads of his eyes. The top of his nose was covered with ash, and his whole body looked like he was about to be paralyzed.

The old ghost lay flat on the ground, coughing twice, and his mouth kept foaming at the collar. He tried to get up with his hands on the ground, but his knees were not straight, his limbs trembled for a while, and he planted his ass on the side of his face.

At the same time, there was a very light footstep behind his head. Sounds like a woman.

But there was no one in the garden, and the footsteps stepped all the way from the garden to the guardrails on both sides of the wooden gate. The old ghost almost jumped up the bloody tendons on his face, opened his big mouth and pulled his throat thunder, and raised his legs straight and bounced backflip.

There was a 90-degree rotation in the air, and when I stood up, my body was still shaky, and my feet were a little shaky.

The old ghost immediately turned around and looked behind him. But only footsteps could be heard left and right, and there was nothing but flowers in the empty garden.

The wooden door in the middle of the guardrail on both sides was opened, and in the crack of the door, the shadow of a woman appeared. Dressed in a suit, with a pair of red high heels underneath his feet, the most obvious stand out in the pitch black.

The old ghost almost recognized the woman's back at a glance, stepped forward and raised his hand to greet him, "Hey? Bell, why are you here, I've been looking for you for a long time! ”

But the woman didn't even turn around, let alone reply. After entering through the crack in the door, he disappeared into the steps. The door was then shut.

The old ghost immediately followed, ran to the door, and rudely kicked the wooden door open. After walking in, there was nothing to see from the black aunt ball inside. And the air was not fresh, and a large smell of oil emanated from the house.

The old ghost immediately dragged his pants and on the threshold. He pulled out three thin strands of hair from his head, held the two fingers tightly, and rubbed them vigorously up and down.

After seven or eight strokes, the old ghost was almost corny, and he was engrossed in staring directly at the three strands of hair in his hand. opened his mouth and said to him at a very fast speed: "Taishang Laojun is in a hurry to give the order, friction and electricity, eh!" ”

The three strands of hair quickly flashed with a golden light, and then, the light expanded, and a flame ignited in the violent friction. The old ghost almost threw his hand down, throwing the three burning strands of hair on the ball of urine on the threshold.

This time, the fire is even bigger. The ball of urine burned like gasoline that had just been pumped out of a gas station, and it burned into a line of fire, and the fire rushed from the bottom to the top of the Tianling Gai.

The old ghost picked up a sharp stone from the ground and quickly stuffed it into his mouth. With the two rows of molars on the left and right, he bites violently, and his mouth keeps making a "crunch, crunch" sound.

After chewing for about three or two seconds, when I spit it out again, it turned into a sharp stone knife. Thin, looks like a blade, and is the size of a fist.

The old ghost almost straightened his whole arm and slashed it down on his arm with a stone. The entire arm fell, and a large amount of blood spurted from the body. The old ghost almost spat out a hand, wiped it on the wound, and turned sideways to roast the severed limb under the fire on the threshold, and the bleeding stopped.

Immediately afterward, the old ghost took half of his arm and leaned into the flames, and the arm burst into flames. The old ghost almost held half of his arm as a torch and walked into the house.

At this moment, the whole room was completely brightened by the torches. There are some rudimentary furniture everywhere, there are refrigerators, there are counters; There are tables, there are benches; The fur is stained with a layer of dust, like a house that has been uninhabited for years.

The walls were covered with cobwebs, and it felt like the floor was collapsing. From time to time, a few cat meows can be heard outside the house.

There is a split-level staircase in the middle, and there are many old photos on the walls. The old ghost held up his burning arm, walked to the wall and looked up, it was a landscape painting. There is a woman with long hair on the back of the painting, but this is the only painting, and the rest are old pictures.

"Oh, this painting, it's really good. It's just that the color tone is not very good-looking. The old ghost was about to turn around with the "torch" in his hand, when a pale face suddenly appeared in front of him, with messy black hair, completely covering Shuang'er. He stood stiffly in front of him.

The old ghost was almost taken aback, and took a big step back tremblingly, almost making a heel, and he couldn't stand on his feet.

The old ghost snorted, rubbed his eyelids and looked carefully in front of him, his face was a little white, and he exclaimed: "Ah, Bell, why are you, I just looked for you for a long time, and I didn't call you back, why didn't you speak?" ”

The woman who suddenly appeared was silent, pulling a dead face and putting her hands on the sides of her thighs. Like a rock, it didn't move from head to toe. stared at the two unblinking eyes, just looking at the old ghost.

Another cat meow rang out in the room, and the sound dragged on for a long time. The old ghost almost looked back and looked at the bell again, looked down from above, and saw that she was wearing a suit and two red high heels, just like the female corpse she had met outside the factory before.

This time, the old ghost was completely shocked. Ma moved his knees to meet him, looked at the face of the female corpse, and trembled and exclaimed: "Bell, I told you, don't wear this dress, why don't you listen?" ”

The bell still didn't speak, and the skin of his mouth was almost dry. His body was cold, and his hair was still dripping with beads.

Seeing that she didn't reply, the old ghost took the initiative to go up and pat her on the shoulder. The moment the palm just touched it, it felt like I was touching a layer of ice, and the palm of my hand was numb.

After the alarm, he hurriedly retracted his hand. When I looked down again, I found that Bell had a kitchen knife stuck in his waist and a black plastic bag in his hand. The sharp edge of the knife is incomparably sharp.

Before the old ghost could say a second sentence. Bell turned and walked towards the refrigerator in the middle of the cupboard, walking slowly with each step, her knees stiff and not bent, like a walking corpse.

Walking all the way to the refrigerator, Bell opened the refrigerator and put the black bag inside. He took out a cabbage and two onions, took them out, and put them on the cutting board on the cupboard. The old ghost stepped forward and tried to find out.

After Bell laid the cabbage flat on the cutting board, he took out the kitchen knife from his waist and held the handle tightly. Raised above his head, he chopped down the cabbage one by one.

The old ghost almost lifted the torch high and lit up the whole kitchen. It was found that the cabbage on the cutting board had been chopped into pieces. Then the bell pushed the cabbage aside again, took one of the onions on the counter and put it on the cutting board, and continued to chop down with a kitchen knife.

The old ghost felt a little puzzled, and looked up at the bell's face again. I found that something was not quite right no matter how I looked at it, and it felt like the face of a dead corpse, extremely pale. Her hair was covered with dry yellow mud, which could be rolled into powder.

After the old ghost almost reacted, he took five steps back. He inserted the torch into his periphery, put his remaining hand into his clothes, rubbed the ga socket under his armpit, moistened the entire palm, and wiped his eyelids with his eyebrows closed.

When I opened my eyes again, I looked at the cupboard in front of me. I found that the bell was not standing there chopping vegetables at all, and the whole limb was lying flat under the refrigerator. And the kitchen knife on the cutting board of the cupboard was stuck in it, and the onion had long since rotted and was chopped to pieces.

When the old ghost saw the real situation, he immediately removed the torch that was stuck in the wall. He threw the torch directly at the corpse, trying to incinerate it.

However, at this moment, the door was suddenly knocked open, and a strong wind blew into the house. There was a little girl standing outside the door, wearing a school uniform, looking about thirteen or fourteen years old, carrying a red schoolbag, swaggering in.

The old ghost almost looked back. The first thing the girl said when she walked into the room was, "Mom! I'm back, hurry up and make something to eat! ”

When the old ghost heard this, he hurriedly tried to find a place to hide. The girl took two steps into the house, pressed the light button on the wall, and said, "What's wrong today?" The lights don't turn on either? ”

With that, the lights on the ceiling soon came on. And at this time, the old ghost had just turned around. The girl turned on the light and went straight up the stairs, as if she didn't see the old ghost standing in the living room at all, but carried her schoolbag and climbed all the way up the stairs to the attic.

After the old ghost saw it, he breathed a sigh of relief and made a false alarm. Looking again, the old ghost suddenly noticed a problem, the little girl who had just rushed in from the door was full of heat, and he could smell the breath coming out of her nose. It's like a living person, not a soul at all.

"It's strange, is there a second person in this house? Except for the bell corpse. The old ghost thought of this, and followed the girl all the way into the attic.

Coming to this attic, the decoration on all sides is particularly luxurious. 2.8 meters of light tube, 1.5 meters of bed. The walls are surrounded by strings of golden bells, the floor is covered with expensive blankets, and the ceiling is lit in a variety of colors.

The ornate decoration is too extravagant to be extravagant, and as soon as you step in, it is like entering the palace.

The difference between the attic and the downstairs is simply upside down, two completely different worlds. The girl walked all the way to the computer desk and threw her schoolbag off the bed. I sat down in my chair, turned on my computer, and started playing.

The old ghost walked in, looked at the little girl, and slowly moved behind her, first looking around, and then staring at her for a long time.

This little girl was so excited to play the game that she knocked the keyboard "Bang Bang!" Hibiki, staring intently at the monitor, focusing all his attention on the computer.

But every few minutes of play, the little girl would twist her head to the top of the stairs and shout downstairs, "Mom! Hurry up and cook, I'm starving. ”

I don't know who this girl is talking to, she is the only one in the whole room except for the old ghost. But from time to time she would turn her head to the side and shout loudly downstairs.

The old ghost had been standing behind her, watching her play games for half an hour. I can't see what she's doing, but I always feel serious.

"Hey, girl? Can you hear the old man? The old ghost, who had been standing behind her for a long time, finally asked tentatively.

But the girl didn't look back at all, and continued to look at the computer. After playing the game, it popped up again to open QQ and chatted for a while.

The old ghost looked at her and smiled, and thought, "No, I have to let this girl see me, or I don't know what's going on." ”

Thinking of this, the old ghost immediately ran all the way downstairs to the entrance of the ladder and came to the kitchen. He found that the bell was still lying on the ground, motionless, and looked at the kitchen knife on the cutting board, and pushed it aside.

Underneath the cutting board is a stove with a large cauldron placed underneath it. The old ghost picked up the pot and put it on the cupboard, with his back to the sky, touching the dust on it, on his face.

After wiping all the dust on his face, he rushed out of the gate and ran out into the garden, moulding his clothes and trousers and throwing his boots aside. He began to roll on the loess, covering his body with black dirt.

The old ghost almost got up and down in mud, and then stood up. I just put on my boots and walked back again.

When I came to the attic on the second floor, I found that the girl was eating instant noodles at the computer desk, and after eating up the two large bites, she threw them in the trash can and continued to play the game on her screen.

The old ghost lowered his head and looked at his body, which was black from hand to foot, and although he was not wearing clothes, he looked like he was wearing a black night suit. After feeling that there was no problem, he walked over to the girl's back with confidence.

Walking behind her, the old ghost snorted twice in his voice. Maybe it was because the sound on both sides of the computer was too loud, but the girl didn't hear it, and continued to concentrate on playing the game.

The old ghost almost glared, this is very hot. I didn't hear it, and I was angry. He patted the top of her head directly with his hand and said, "Girl, the old man has something to tell you." ”

(To be continued)