I heard the brakes and knew something was wrong. But by this time it was too late to regret it. I heard a thud, and then my body flew up involuntarily.

I had only one thought in mid-air: "It's over." I've just healed from my injury, and it's over. ”

I felt like I was flying off the road and landing in the farmland next to me. The snow that has not melted is wrapped in green wheat seedlings. Cold, icy covered my body.

I had the last shred of sanity left, and I tried to lift my head, but I couldn't move at all. I panicked and thought, "Am I paralyzed?" ”

I prayed silently in my heart: "I hope that Mr. Lu has some secret techniques that can help me recover." ”

I couldn't see the road, but I could hear the sound that the car that hit me had slipped away. I was lying in the snow and ice, and I would probably die from my injuries.

At this moment, I suddenly heard two footsteps. It's coming in my direction. I was overjoyed, and when I opened my mouth, I was about to ask, "Is it Mr. Lu?" ”

However, I have a zhen in my throat; Fishy sweet, soaked in blood from the inside, where can it still make a sound now.

After a while, those two people were literally standing beside me. I rejoiced: "It seems that I have been saved." ”

But the two men didn't lift me up. I heard a child's voice, "Daddy, there's really a dead man." ”

Then, a middle-aged man's voice said: "Don't make any noise, this person is not dead." ”

I felt a rough hand groping my face. He patted my chest again. It almost made me vomit blood.

Subsequently. I heard the middle-aged man say, "Hmm. That fool is quite clever in fortune-telling, and sure enough, there is a half-dead man here. ”

Then came the child's voice: "Daddy, you see, he has a knife on his back." Exactly as a fool says. ”

The middle-aged man said: "Okay, let's do it quickly, otherwise when the people come, things will be difficult to handle." ”

The more I listened, the colder my heart became: "What? Aren't these two going to save me? ”

I can't speak with my mouth, I can't move my body. Let them lift up my shirt.

The child suddenly said, "Dad." Let's stab him like this, will he die? ”

The middle-aged man scolded: "Why do you have so many questions? How can you die if you prick it? The wound is not as big as a grain of rice. Immediately afterwards, he added: "But don't prick yourself, otherwise you will not be able to marry a daughter-in-law if you spend all the money on medical treatment." ”

The kid hurriedly agreed.

Immediately after, I felt a long needle pierce my skin and stab me in the heart. I was throbbing in pain. Then I felt the needle take root in my body and grow into a behemoth.

A force tugged at it. And my soul was dragged out with the needle in great pain.

At this time, I noticed that a middle-aged man in sloppy clothes was pulling out a long needle from my chest. Another child, dressed similarly sloppy, was lighting a lantern for him.

This needle is like a fishing rod, and my soul is the fish on the fishing rod. The middle-aged man pricked the needle on the lantern, and my soul was nailed to it.

I heard the child say, "Daddy, we're done." ”

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands excitedly: "Yes, let's do it, let's go, don't be here anymore, if this kid cheats us, we can't afford to pay for it." ”

I cursed in my heart: "You two are really big enough." I'm being beaten by you; Pierced in the heart, the heart is pierced, how can I slander you? Besides, if you killed me, how can I be a liar? ”

Maybe it was the previous experience of reincarnation that worked, and I was not too afraid of death this time. Maybe my subconscious always thinks that this is fake, and someone will save me. After all, a lot of people don't want me dead.

The people in the empty house will keep me, and the woman in Anrakuji will keep me. They are very capable......

I was thinking of this, when I suddenly heard the child say, "Dad, I heard that if you want to worship the gods, you need to use the heart of the dead and the blood of the living. Why don't we gouge out that kid's heart? ”

As soon as I heard this, I was furious: "This kid is only thirteen or fourteen years old, why is he so vicious?" ”

The middle-aged man said; "We are ordinary people, and we have to be kind to others. How can you kill someone? Just take a little bit of his heart's work. ”

The child muttered, "I'm worried that our gods won't work." Can't protect the two of us. Those bad things are bullying us again. ”

The middle-aged man said, "Don't worry. Didn't that fool say? Others worship idols of gods, carved out of stone, so they have to stuff their hearts into them. Ours is drawn on paper. How to stuff the heart? Just make a little bit of heart, and the meaning will be fine. ”

The child said, "Then I'll be relieved." Dad, won't anyone bully us tonight? ”

The middle-aged man nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, kid." With the blessing of the gods, no one will bully us anymore. ”

When I heard this, I couldn't help but think, "Looking at the clothes of these two people, they should be two poor people." Could it be that they are always bullied, so they are confused for a while and go down the wrong path? ”

I don't know why, but I figured out this verse, but I felt a little sorry for them.

I was nailed to the lantern and led myself to a village with the child's □ chattering □ axillary core.

Then I saw two black gates. The gate was very high, and the tube looked like it was newly built, and it didn't look like a poor man.

I wondered, "This is their home?" It doesn't look like it's dressed like this. ”

The child stopped at the door and asked the middle-aged man, "Dad, what should we do?" ”

The middle-aged man said, "What else can I do?" Paste on. ”

He then opened the door, took out a plastic bucket from behind it, and brushed it over the door.

At the same time, the child tore off the lantern. My soul is nailed to the lantern paper. Slowly unfolded.

Suddenly, I understood what they were going to do. I guess they want to stick me on the door as a door god.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man took the white paper and carefully pasted me on the dark door.

Then, he looked at his watch and said, "Son, let's eat something first, go out after the rooster crows, and come back before the sun comes out, understand?" ”

The child nodded: "I understand, the same as before." ”

Then the two of them walked inside the gate and slammed it shut.

I tested it, and the only way I could walk was a place in the doorway. I sighed and thought to myself, "This is definitely the Contrarian Trick Trick Guy's calculating me." What a fool to tell, I guess this fool is simply a person pretending to be a Taoist. In order to make me a door god. Perhaps, he was somewhere, looking at me with a smug expression. ”

I was thinking when I heard a rooster crow in the village. Then, the door opened.

A middle-aged man pushes a tricycle out of the yard, while a child flashlights on it.

The two of them quickly disappeared into the night.

Although I am now called a door god, I am actually just a soul. After the rooster crowed, I no longer dared to act rashly, and honestly stuck it on the gate.

My body didn't move, but my brain didn't stop thinking. This two people, one big and one small, behaved really strangely. Why do you want to go out in the middle of the night? And to set off after the rooster crows and come back before the sun?

I stuck to the door in boredom, feeling like it was torture. I don't know how long it took for me to hear someone whispering not far away. It seems to be the father and son.

The middle-aged man was sitting on a tricycle, riding hard, while the child was behind, pushing hard. It was as if there was something heavy in the car. It's just that it's covered with a black cloth, and I can't see anything.

The middle-aged man rode the tricycle to the door, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Okay, son, go open the door." ”

The two men then opened the gate and rode the tricycle straight inside.

Throughout the morning, they were not seen again. In the afternoon, the two men finally came out yawning. I saw that the middle-aged man and the child had changed their clothes, and they looked very neat. Not at all like a poor man.

In this way, I am even more strange, is it possible that this father and son will not be able to change their clothes at night?

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