The strange call of the owl echoes in the forest, and the sound of the evening breeze rustling the leaves makes people shudder to hear it.

The night in the woods was cool, so I tightened my clothes and got up and walked out of the tent.

"Fanzi, haven't slept yet?" Sixfingers greeted me when he saw me coming, and I took out my cigarette and tossed one to him, smoking a cigarette and chatting around the campfire.

"Not used to it?" Six Fingers turned to me and asked, "Is it the first time you've been in such a place for so long?" ”

I nodded: "yes, it's a hard time here, what's your name?" I knew your name was Six-Finger! ”

Six fingers looked at the fire and smiled without speaking, and for a long time, whispered to me about him.

He is twenty-two this year, a native of Sichuan, and was abandoned by his family in the wilderness because his hands were six fingers when he was born.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." The newborn baby was crying outside the woods in a red cloth bag.

"Whose child is this?" An old man with a severed hand covered in mud walked towards the baby and picked the baby up: "Alas, poor child, he was thrown by his family, follow me in the future, I have no family anyway, you will be my grandson in the future." ”

When he was six years old, he was called to the study by the old man.

"Grandpa, what did you call me?" Six Fingers looked at the old man with a curious expression, and the old man smiled and touched his head with his only hand: "One person, you are not small, are you willing to pass on your grandfather's craftsmanship?" "The original name of the six fingers was He Yiren, and it was given to him by the old man.

"Grandpa, I am willing, when I grow up, I want to be a capable person and take care of grandpa for the rest of my life!" A resolute look appeared on the young face of the six fingers, and he looked at the old man and said firmly.

"Alas, silly boy." The old man squatted down and hugged him tightly, and quietly wiped away the tears that kept coming out of the corners of his eyes with his sleeves where no one was looking.

The fate of the old man was as bumpy as the six fingers, and he was abandoned by his family because he was born with only one hand. Since childhood, he has been asking for food in the streets and alleys, and was later accepted by a tomb robber to be a buddy, step by step to today, he is also a well-known inverted bucket master in Sichuan, and he is nicknamed He Jin Shovel, as long as he is willing to fight, there is no bucket that cannot be poured out.

From that day on, the old man began to teach the skills of the six-finger inverted fight, and the six fingers did not disappoint the old man, and memorized everything the old man taught, and the speed of learning was very fast, and at the age of fifteen, he could go out and fight by himself.

Speaking of this, Six Fingers lit another cigarette and took a few puffs, his body trembling incessantly.

When he was sixteen years old, the day before the old man's birthday, in order to buy gifts for the old man, Six Fingers took over an inverted bucket business, which went very well, and the next morning he handed over the things to the employer and made a lot of money.

As a result, when he returned home, everything in front of him made Six Fingers stunned.

The old man collapsed in the room covered in blood, and the house was turned into a mess.

"Grandpa! Grandfather! What's wrong with you! Six fingers picked up the old man and shook it constantly, tears pouring out of his eyes. The old man opened his eyes tremblingly, and said dyingly: "One person, hurry up, those people may come back!" ”

"Grandpa!! Who the hell made you like this! ”

"After you leave, you must not take on business casually, especially ghosts" Speaking of which, the old man couldn't hold on anymore and died.

"Grandpa!"

In the empty room, the old man was lying on the ground covered in blood, and the heart-rending cries of the children kept sounding in the house, as if he was making a final reservation for the old man, but the old man could not come back.

Six Fingers threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, and looked at the bonfire with blank eyes: "That day, I carried my grandfather out dozens of miles and buried it in the wilderness, and left there forever, in order to find the murderer, I ran around China for several years, and spent a lot of money to find out the news, but there was no result, I did a lot of things for Mr. Sun halfway, and he has been helping me, so this time I followed." ”

There are really a lot of hard-working people in this world, but I didn't expect so many things to happen to the six fingers, is it really providence?

I patted the shoulder of the six fingers and smiled: "Don't think so much, hatred will only make a person lose his mind, tell me something, I will help you." ”

Six Fingers turned his face to look at me, buried his head in silence, and whispered to me after a long time, "Thank you, I've had a lot of fun with you these days." ”

I waved my hand, got up and walked towards the tent: "Acquaintance is fate, I have always believed in this sentence." ”

Six looked at the fire, the light in his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he raised his head and chuckled under his breath. Unfortunately I didn't see it.

When I walked into the tent, Lao Song's grandson slept loudly, uncle, he can sleep so soundly here, this heartless thing.

As soon as I lay down and closed my eyes to rest, I heard six fingers shouting outside, "There is a situation!" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a gunshot!

What's going on?!

When Lao Song and I rushed out of the tent, calm had already returned outside. The others had already come out, and the GI looked around vigilantly.

"One person, what's going on?" I stepped forward and asked Six Fingers, who pointed to the woods next to me, "There's a noise in there, and it's very close to us."

We cautiously walked towards the woods with our guns in hand, only to hear a shout from the woods: "Quack"

Crow? How is the crow cry different from the outside? It turns out that the crow I have heard is different from this one, this crow's cry is hoarse, and there is an eerie feeling.

The GI gestured to us not to go in, and he raised his rifle to the woods, holding a flashlight and shining it inside.

The trees were like demons in the light, and the reflection of the branches was even more like ghost claws, swaying in the light.

"Gah!" A cold wind was blowing towards us, and I didn't know what it was rushing towards me, and I subconsciously crouched down to avoid the attack of this thing.

"Bump Bump!!" The GI swept towards the place where the sound came from, and the dazzling light of the fire flickered in the muzzle, illuminating the surroundings clearly.

"Didn't hit! Be careful, everyone! The GI yelled at us.

Suddenly I felt that someone was staring at us, and I turned my face to see that it was a crow the size of a rooster with a pitch-black body.

It perched on a branch and looked at us coldly.

The crow's eyes were red.