Seeing this scene, I panicked. First, this was supposed to be the entrance to the dungeon, and when I was carried out by the civets, I remembered it clearly, and how it had changed its appearance; Second, I met the old ghost face to face without any defense, I know the ability of this goods, and I can't help that uncle, how can I wait for a few flesh and blood bodies to be buried in this barren mountain and wilderness! I immediately lost my soul, my heart beat a drum, my upper teeth kept knocking on my lower teeth, my legs kept shaking, and I couldn't move my steps.

The old ghost's five-short body will be half a head taller than my seven or eight-year-old child, although he is short, but his whole body exudes a terrifying aura, treacherous and forceful, my already stiff body, I just took a few steps backwards to feel steady. The old ghost's eyes were shining in the gloomy forest, staring at me coldly. Suddenly, the thin sheriff standing next to him pulled out his pistol from his waist, raised it sharply, and shouted at the old ghost

"Don't move!"

The old ghost was facing away from the thin sheriff at the moment, and his body was obediently frozen.

I thought to myself, this old ghost is very capable, the thin sheriff has never been taught, if there is no prevention, there is a chance that something will happen. I took advantage of this to shout at the sheriff

"Shoot! Don't think about it! ”

But how did the sheriff know that I had such intentions, thinking that I could control the situation with a gun, perhaps out of professional habits, and the sheriff might have fantasized about subduing him and bringing him back for interrogation.

I suddenly felt strange, remembering that in the snowy night, the uncle held a shotgun and shot indiscriminately, and the old ghost didn't care if nothing happened, and now, this sheriff's pistol made him very scruples, I was very puzzled. Could it be that the old ghost was immortal in that winter, and in this world there is only one life? I didn't have time to think deeply, I was already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and I didn't care about the safety of this thin sheriff, so I took advantage of this stalemate, and I ran up.

"Hahahaha!" The old ghost suddenly laughed, this laughter was so terrifying that it was suffocating, as if it was going to pull out your heart and lungs in the next second, and I was so frightened by this laughter that I suddenly stopped.

"Brush"

There was a sudden crisp sound in the air, followed by the screams of the thin sheriff, and I saw him clenching his right arm with his left hand, his expression was very painful, and I looked down at the right arm, so frightened that I almost didn't throw up! His right hand, which was originally holding the gun, was long gone, leaving only the bones sticking out of his forearm, which were exposed to the air in a miserable white manner, and the blood shot out along the vasculature one by one, spraying directly onto the tombstone beside him.

Only then did I see that the old ghost had a tail stretched out at some point behind his buttocks, as if he was writhing there very proudly, and the thin sheriff's hand must have been chopped off by this demon tail. I still clearly remember that I was in the fierce battle of the old forest in winter, and was thrown out of three or five feet away by this long tail, and I turned a few heels in the air before falling to the ground, so painful.

The thin sheriff seemed to be unable to endure the pain any longer, and fell to his knees, his head bowed, and he fainted with his eyes rolled. I saw the old ghost wagging his long tail, turning around and staring back at me, and that gaze almost took away my little soul.

The smell of urine came from nowhere, and it was called a rush, and I sneezed three or five times in a row. I wondered if I was so scared that I peed my pants, so I looked down, but there was nothing dry under my crotch, and there was not a drop of urine. The old ghost also seemed to be affected, and smelled along the urine commotion. I saw Gro Pot, who had been standing in the distance, his crotch was wet, his legs trembling against the old tree, looking at the old ghost in horror and cowardice, squeezing out a smiling face from time to time, and it didn't take long for him to return to his scared appearance.

When the old ghost saw this, he laughed out loud and said to me,

"Little brother, look at this cowardly and afraid of death!"

I turned my head to look at the Gro pot, who squeezed out another stiff smile and swallowed in fear.

"Such a wasted person, should the old man leave him in the world?" The old ghost suddenly asked me, how could I have the heart and strength to speak, just staring at the old ghost.

"Hahahaha!" The old ghost laughed again, as if he said with contempt,

"I know what kind of god baby it is, and it took a lot of thought, but I didn't expect it to be like this, no different from the child I ate in my womb!"

Hearing this, I suddenly felt a little more courage and courage in my heart, thinking that in front of me was a demon who had done countless evils, what else was there to scruple about, the big deal was death, it was better to ask for an explanation for those dead souls, although I didn't have the ability to let the old ghost die, but I also wanted him to know that the blood debt would eventually be paid in blood.

"Don't think I don't know where you're coming from! An orphan who has no origin, but he will take revenge for his treachery, and let you do all the bad things of killing people and goods! Although you have lived for hundreds of years, you will eventually leave this world, and no one will be immortal, including you, waiting to go to hell! Bah! With that, I spat at him and sprayed it directly on his hairy face.

My move was very unexpected by the old ghost. I saw him open his four-petaled lips, stretched out his blood-red tongue and licked the saliva that I had sprayed on his face, as if he was enjoying it, and retracted his tongue back into his mouth, stared at me and smiled, and asked,

"These are the words that my brother told you?" When he saw that I was speechless, he said,

"My brother is your uncle, the old man I beat to death in the winter! Does he glorify himself as particularly righteous and kind? ”

"Uncle is a good person, you are a scumbag! Bah! I spat at the old ghost again, but instead of being angry, he laughed.

"Hahahaha! Little brother Hugh has to speak wildly, good guys and bad guys, see how you judge! Look at this filthy and vicious bastard! The old ghost pointed to the pot as he spoke,

"Do you know where he came from? Do you know what kind of humiliating story is hidden in the meat bag behind him? Do you know how much pain and torture he endured to marry his daughter-in-law, who was a decade younger than him? Of course you don't know, your heart is either good or evil, you only know that he grabbed the child and dug out his heart and liver to honor me, you only know that he did many evil and unforgivable, this is your world! One-sided world! ”

The old ghost's words shook me a little, but I didn't dare to listen to it anymore when I thought that he had almost dazzled me in the winter battle.

"Kill and justify yourself! Bah! I shouted.

"Little brother, you are too simple, do you think the story my brother told you is completely true? I've got another version here, would you like to hear it? ”