At this time, Qi Tiezui was cold, and he felt that time seemed to freeze. Seeing that the child slowly lowered his hand into the whistle hole, his entire arm sank, and the soju on his body quickly evaporated due to the rise in body temperature, and a mist appeared.

There was no sound around, Qi Tiezui didn't even dare to breathe, and the sweat on his hands was soaked with the hemp rope holding the gong.

For a few minutes, it seemed like hours, and suddenly, the child's face changed, as if he had touched something. Almost instantly, he shuddered. looked up at Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan stood up, stared at him deadly, and saw that the child's other hand began to gesture a few fingers, Zhang Qishan immediately shook his head. The child, though pale and frightened, never withdrew his hand.

Qi Tiezui's heart almost jumped to his chest, and he had been praying in his heart that it was a false alarm, but now it seems that his inference is correct, and there is indeed something wrong in the coffin, but what the child touched, he couldn't understand the Zhang family's words, so he had no way of knowing.

The children of the Zhang family, I have heard the Buddha say a few times before, saying that in the Northeast Clan, the training of the children of the Zhang family is very strict, and most of the joys, sorrows and sorrows of those children have disappeared, but although the generation born in Changsha is also rigorously trained, the heart is much weaker.

Qi Tiezui knows people's faces, and at a glance, he knows that the Buddha has a lot of reservations about the past, but he should still have feelings about the child. However, Qi Tiezui believes that children should be weak, if there is a child who has been calm and strange since he was a child, I am afraid that the child's life will be miserable and unknowing.

Even if the Zhang family is a so-called weak child, he has heard of the fierceness on the battlefield. Although this child is not very old, he is certainly not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Zhang Qishan looked at the child's continued fingering, his face was gloomy, he made a gesture, this gesture Qi Tiezui probably understood, it was to let the child take out his hand. The child trembled but showed a stubborn expression. It seems that it will continue.

Qi Tiezui's brain turned quickly, and his heart said What are you communicating, is it the child who touched something creepy, which made him extremely scared, Zhang Qishan asked him to pull out his hand to change himself, but he didn't want the Buddha to take risks? Almost at the moment when Qi Tiezui was thinking about it, the child suddenly shook and cried out. Then I saw his whole shoulder sink into the whistle hole, as if dragged in by a tremendous force. He pressed the coffin with his other hand, trying to pull his hand out. But the power in the coffin was extremely great, and he couldn't do anything, half of his shoulders were dragged in in an instant, and he could hear the sound of the whole shoulder being squeezed and the bones bursting.

The severe pain made the pro-soldier scream, Zhang Qishan jumped on the coffin, held the child's neck, lifted it hard, the blood vessels in his hand bulged out, and pulled the child out of half a foot, and saw a red rash on the child's arm crawling to the shoulder, Zhang Qishan shouted: "Fortune teller!" ”

Qi Tiezui was completely stunned, frightened by this shout, the gong in his hand fell to the ground, and with a loud bang, the big horse next to him raised his feet and galloped forward. It's just that in an instant, Qi Tiezui's eyes were blank, and he only heard the sound of the metal rubbing of the pipa scissors and the heart-rending screams of the child.

The sound of the gong kept echoing in his ears, and the blankness in front of him faded before the coffin was full of blood and the medical officer rushing up. Qi Tiezui rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

"Eighth Master!" Before he could recover himself, the gong was stuffed into his hand by the adjutant again, and the horse on one side also took it back and buckled it up. Zhang Qishan threw off his shirt and squatted on the coffin, where the child was squatting just now, and put his left hand in the middle of the pipa scissors.

Still coming? Qi Tiezui trembled, almost kneeling, Zhang Qishan's voice was very calm, not at all like he had yelled just now: "Old eight, look at me." ”

Qi Tiezui raised his eyes, Zhang Qishan had already taken out the severed hand, the whole hand was already red with blood, he threw the severed hand to the medical officer, and then inserted his hand into the whistle hole. Qi Tiezui's mind went blank, and the smell of blood in his nose made him vomit almost immediately. For fear that the gong would fall to the ground, he clung to the gong and didn't let himself go away.

Seeing Zhang Qishan's body shook violently, he seemed to have touched something, but he didn't have the slightest fear, his face was gloomy, and he didn't know if it was a hallucination, Qi Tiezui saw his neck and chest, wiping a few dark red lines, it seemed that the blood in the blood vessels in his body was brought out by the smell of wine. Then Zhang Qishan's whole arm twisted into the coffin by himself, no one heard any sound, but he could feel the strength of this twist, and then, Zhang Qishan slowly pulled out his hand, holding something in his hand.

His hands were full of black things, I don't know if it was blood or the filth in the coffin, and I could see him put it in the sunset to look at it.