Grandpa finished tying the scarecrow and went out alone, and did not return until the evening.

I was watching TV at home in a bored manner, and when I saw my grandfather coming back, I happily took his old man's hand and asked mysteriously, "Grandpa, do we have any action at night?" ”

My grandfather smiled and asked, "Want to go?" ”

I nodded, "Yes." ”

"Not afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Don't pee your pants when you go."

"It's Gan Chengxiong who pees his pants."

"Okay, I'll take you."

"I'll carry the scarecrow for you."

I was carrying the scarecrow, my grandfather was in front of me with his hands behind his back, and I followed him, and the two of them quietly touched into the east mountain.

I don't know why, when I enter the boundary of Dongshan, I will be covered in hair, I guess this place is too evil, every time I come, I will involuntarily feel worried.

I walked left and right, and I actually came to the strange big rock again.

I can't even remember how many times I've been here, the first time I've almost been caught in the grave.

The second time I met a bunch of dead people, and the third time I saw a little dead child, I deeply doubted that this stone was the legendary demon stone, and maybe one day a stone monkey would pop up.

When my grandfather and I got to the rocks, it was still dark.

My grandfather put the medicine box aside and pulled out a large sheet of white paper, small scissors, glue and a pair of watercolor pens, red and black.

I wondered, aren't these things my use for craft classes? What is this old man doing with these things?

He cut the blank piece of paper, applied glue, and neatly pasted it on the scarecrow's body, then picked up a watercolor pen and drew on it.

Good fellow, this old man still likes to draw? Why didn't I see it before?

The old man drew very carefully and seriously, and the pen looked very powerful.

I thought he was going to draw a talisman, but who knew he actually drew a child's face.

Small eyes, small mouth, faint eyebrows pulled high, horizontal eyebrows, small lips painted red with red watercolor pencils, look shocking in this dark night.

When I look closely, isn't this the image of the little dead child? How do you draw it so vividly? It's like the expression of the little dead child, the same as the living.

After my grandfather finished painting, he looked at it for a while, and smiled: "What's the matter, your grandfather and I can paint this painting okay!" ”

I gave a thumbs up and said, "Grandpa's real image, what are you doing as this fake little dead child?" ”

My grandfather laughed: "Little ghost elf head, this thing is called a ghost puppet, it can also be called a ghost puppet, a kind of ghost doctor technique, you can see it yourself later." ”

I was so curious that I wanted to die, but no matter how I asked, the old man didn't say, I could only hold back and wait to look down.

My grandfather erected the scarecrow next to the big rock and pulled me away from the grass.

What is this scarecrow for? Bring out the little dead child? Or how to use it?

I have to say, although I was a little scared of the appearance of the little dead child before, now I really want him to come out.

I'd like to see what this scarecrow is for.

I waited for four or five hours, I lay in the grass and almost fell asleep, until about eleven o'clock, I felt that my grandfather stabbed me twice with a cigarette bag and pot, I opened my eyes in a daze, and found that the surroundings were as dark as ink, and even my grandfather next to me could only roughly see the outline.

In addition to the 'whirring' wind around, you can occasionally hear the call of owls in the distance, which is especially infiltrating in this dark night.

It's so dark? I was still in a daze, and there was a scalp-tingling 'giggle' laugh.

I was immediately awakened by the laughter, and I turned over and looked forward, only to see a white child staring at the scarecrow with his head tilted over the big rock.

Little dead child, you have finally appeared.

I got up and was about to beat him, but my grandfather grabbed me and snorted him.

I immediately understood, and hurriedly lay down again to stare at the little dead child.

I saw the little dead boy pinching his waist, circling the scarecrow a few times, and suddenly making a tongue-sticking grimace at the scarecrow.

It's really a grimace, and the tongue sticks out, and it's actually a few feet long.

It turns out that he didn't vomit it all when he dealt with me last time, otherwise he would have scared me stupid.

Something strange happened, when the little dead child stuck out his tongue, I could clearly see that the scarecrow's mouth seemed to open as well, and spit out a tongue several feet long like the little dead child.

Yes......

I covered my mouth, that scarecrow was obviously fake, how could he stick out his tongue? It's even more frightening than seeing a ghost.

The strange stuff isn't over yet.

The little dead boy seemed to be startled by the scarecrow's tongue sticking out his tongue, and shouted at the scarecrow with his teeth and claws, "Who are you?" ”

"Who are you?"

This question came out of the scarecrow's mouth almost simultaneously, and if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell that it was two voices.

The little dead child was really frightened this time, and waved his pair of white but terrifying little arms again, and shouted angrily: "Who are you? ”

His movements are ridiculous, like a clown doing weird things in front of a mirror.

"Who the hell are you?"

What made people vomit was that the scarecrow asked almost at the same time as he asked.

In an instant, incomprehension, anger, and helplessness all came to the face of the little dead child, and the facial expression of the little dead child became wonderful, and I hid from a distance and watched, covering my mouth and laughing until my stomach hurt.

The little dead child finally couldn't hold on anymore, and angrily rushed at the scarecrow, and the scarlet mouth instantly turned into a bloody mouth, and bit the scarecrow's head in one bite.

As he bit off the scarecrow's head, I seemed to see many colorful beans falling from the scarecrow's body.

I can't see it clearly from a distance, but it's probably a grain used to ward off evil spirits.

"Ah......h

The little dead boy ate a mouth full of grains, as if he had eaten a handful of steel needles, and he rolled on the ground with his stomach in pain.

There was a terrible cry that was close to the chirping of insects and birds, and it pierced my eardrums.

Bursts of black gas spread out from his body, and the originally plump skin gradually withered, and it actually transformed into the appearance of a child's dead body.

The child was very small, like a newborn baby, curled up, with a blue and black body, and strangely, his head was surprisingly large, and his two little mung bean eyes were wide open, with a strong sense of unwillingness.

Underneath him, pools of blood corroded large swaths of grass like sulfuric acid, and the dead child looked at the headless scarecrow with a deep hatred, as if he wanted to go up and bite twice.

At this time, his lips were not scarlet and scarlet like before, but blue and purple, as if he had not suffocated to death in one breath.

My grandfather lit the cigarette pouch and pot, took a hard breath and said, "After holding back the old man for most of the night, I finally wiped out the evil spirit of your little cub." Let's go and ask and see where this little cub came from. ”