The sunlight leaking from the roof was like a delicate veil, and the fine dust floating in the air was like a glittering golden point of light, falling on this cold room, bringing a little warmth.

The person staring at him was lying on the edge of the skylight, staring at him from top to bottom.

But there was no shadow on the ground.

In broad daylight, any demons and monsters dare to come out.

Xia Beifeng clenched the things in his hand, put away his chopsticks, and put the lid on the pot again.

The eyes of the person behind him still fell on him, and even if he couldn't see anyone, he could still feel the huge malice conveyed in the other party's eyes.

Shen Qingge was still sitting behind him, his eyes closed, his lips no longer opening and closing, and there was some kind of extremely angry but still enduring expression on his face.

I don't know which way the fairy can provoke her so much, I guess it's going to be unlucky.

If she had opened her eyes now, they would probably be all red.

Xia Beifeng secretly looked at Shen Qingge's expression and thought to himself.

A little beating blood vessel appeared on Shen Qingge's temple, and it seemed that it was about to erupt. The feeling of being watched behind Xia Beifeng suddenly disappeared.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a "rustling" sound on the roof, and it sounded as if something was lying on the roof, and it was approaching him lightly from the edge of the skylight.

The sound got closer and closer, and finally stopped above Xia Beifeng's head.

Then the guy lay on the roof and didn't move, didn't make any more noise, didn't make any attacks, just crawled quietly on the roof, not knowing what was brewing.

At the same time, there was a crisp sound outside the door.

It sounded like something had fallen from the roof to the floor, shattering into pieces, and you could even hear a few pieces of debris falling to the ground and bouncing off and hitting the door panel with a second sound.

What the hell is this guy trying to do!

If you want to come down, come down, let me beat you up and solve the matter, if you don't dare to come down, get out of here, what's the matter, waiting for the New Year?

Xia Beifeng waited for a while, but the other party still didn't move, and his heart gradually became anxious.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he felt, so he simply lit a cigarette and gave a vicious middle finger at the roof.

Of course, the other party can't see it at all.

Under normal circumstances, he rarely takes the initiative to provoke so violently, and even in terms of patience, he is confident that he will not lose to anyone.

It's just this hell place......

From the first step he stepped into this village, there was an inexplicable irritability in his heart.

When the cigarette in his hand burned out again, the thing on the roof still didn't move, it was almost like dead.

But the people below knew very well that it was still up there, and it hadn't left.

He snuffed out the cigarette butt and began to think about whether to scold at the roof, and simply provoke the other party.

Anyway, I'm a scumbag, I'm not afraid of what it can do to me.

Thinking so, he clenched the things in his hand and slowly stood up.

Shen Qingge, who was behind him, opened his eyes angrily and scolded loudly: "me...... Your dad! ”

The words in the middle of her words that seemed to be people's names sounded very awkward. It's like some inexplicable foreign language, and she speaks so fast that you can't hear what she's talking about.

Xia Beifeng's entire attention was focused on the unknown enemy on the roof, but he was startled by the sudden voice behind him.

"You're awake!" He turned his head in surprise and said with a teasing smile: "Who made our little aunt and grandmother angry, look at your red eyes, like a rabbit, are you going to rush out and howl at the moon and transform." ”

"It's not that group of ......" Shen Qingge seemed to want to say someone's name, but he closed his mouth suddenly, shook his head at him, and said dejectedly: "Forget it, it's all a group of mentally retarded people anyway, you don't need to know who it is." ”

She angrily threw her spear to the ground, using it as a crutch to support herself to her feet.

"Damn, I'm so tired, are you ready?"

"It's done." Xia Beifeng stretched out his finger and pointed to the pot in front of him: "I stewed a pot of beef soup, it smells quite fragrant, just wait for you to wake up and eat it together." ”

After a pause, he hesitated and said, "But there are still some small things that need to be resolved."

"Even if you still have a little conscience, you know that you are waiting for me to eat together."

While speaking, Shen Qingge had already squatted beside Xia Beifeng, lifted the lid of the pot, and after smelling the smell in the pot, he quickly showed a satisfied expression.

"What else ......"

But in the next second, her expression became fierce again.

"What people!" She raised her head and scolded sharply, snatching her hand into the roof and stabbing it.

After raising her hand violently, she didn't dare to poke the roof out, but just tapped the tip of her gun on the roof a few times, and when she heard the echo of the empty echo from the roof, she withdrew her hand, waiting for the guy above to do it again.

Even if it was just such a temptation, the thing above was still frightened, and it fled from the part directly above the two of them faster than when it came.

Shen Qingge poked the tip of the gun against the skylight, and shouted loudly at the same time: "Bah! The thief! Where to run! ”

Xia Beifeng flipped his wrist and flicked the small thing in his hand towards the skylight behind him.

Shen Qingge's snatch and what Xia Beifeng threw over reached the edge of the skylight almost at the same time.

The guy who was scurrying around on the roof happened to pass under the skylight at this time, and was suddenly pierced by the attack from above.

It's a human tragedy.

Xia Beifeng couldn't help but cover his eyes.

still starts directly below, and it has become a human tragedy in various senses.

It was only then that there was a slight reaction to what he had just thrown at him.

There was a dull series of explosions from the rooftop, sounding like a firecracker had exploded, and it rang for a while.

It wasn't until the explosions stopped that the two of them heard screams coming from the rooftop.

"It's too bad, it's like killing a pig." Xia Beifeng shook his head regretfully and walked directly below the skylight.

The guy hanging on the tip of Shen Qingge's gun was a little boy who looked no more than eight or nine years old, with a small face with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, as thin as a sick monkey. There are not a few taels of flesh on the body, the bone joints on the body are very obviously protruding, and the hands look not much different from chicken feet. Only the belly protruding outwards is very obvious, which is compared with pregnant women who are pregnant in July and August.

He was wearing a set of short-sleeved shorts that were obviously too fat, barefoot, his skin was dark and shiny, and his clothes were covered in black stains. The face, which looked a little funny because it had no flesh, was now twisting into a ball, and the gaping mouth was constantly emitting some kind of meaningless, high-decibel noise.

His body is translucent, blurry in sunlight, appearing and disappearing, seemingly disappearing at any moment.

Shen Qingge's spear was inserted from the inside of one of his thighs, and the tip of the spear protruded from the ribs under his arm, making him skewer diagonally on the gun, and he could only keep struggling with his teeth and claws, but he could never escape.

In addition, he had many fresh wounds on his body, large and small, and it looked like he had been burned by something hot.

"Tsk...... It's so miserable! Xia Beifeng sighed again, and he didn't know whether he meant that it was too miserable for this kid to lose weight like this when he died, or that he was hung on Shen Qingge's gun head.

"You can't be gentle with children."

Shen Qingge looked up at the boy's face, blinked his eyes a few times, and actually snatched back the snatch in his hand.

"To say that you are as gentle as you are to him, what qualifications does the person who uses the bomb say that I am cruel with a cold weapon."

The boy had just broken free from the long weapon that had hurt him, and without any heedience of the pain, he limped down the eaves and fell to the ground, disappearing like a gust of wind.

"You just let him go?" Xia Beifeng asked a little puzzled: "He just squatted on the roof for a long time, and he doesn't know what he wants to do, why don't you catch it and ask the purpose?" ”

"No, he's just hungry." Shen Qingge threw the spear to the ground and stretched out a hand to him: "Give me a bowl...... Look no further, that thing is a starving ghost, don't tell me you don't know. When I smell the smell of your cooking, I follow the aroma and run over to grab food. ”

"Oh? Oh"

Xia Beifeng came back to his senses at this time, took out two bowls out of nowhere, handed one to Shen Qingge, and sat beside her and watched her fish out of the pot.

"Knowing is knowing, but I think that once he doesn't come here just for food? Catch him and ask him what happened in this village twenty years ago. ”

"I don't need this either, I just asked someone." Shen Qingge fished a bowl full of meat, and glanced at Xia Beifeng with disdain: "Besides, he was still a child when he died, and the IQ of things like starving ghosts is generally not high, if he comes by himself, it is estimated that there will be no other purpose, and if someone sends him, he probably doesn't know what the purpose of that person is, what can he know if he stays and asks him?" ”

"That's right." Xia Beifeng nodded, lowered his head and tried to find beef in a pot of soup: "You are not going to take out all the meat, then what will I eat." ”

"Who told you not to cook more, just drink the soup honestly when you run out of meat." Shen Qingge held his chopsticks and tapped at him twice, educated him a few words arrogantly, and suddenly thought of something, and came over excitedly and asked; "By the way, what did you just throw up to blow him up, a series of crackling, like firecrackers, it's quite fun!"

"I won't tell you."

"Well, I'll give you the meat...... Two pieces. ”

"I bought that can, okay?"

"Three pieces...... Well, five pieces! Couldn't have been more! If you don't say anything, I'll beat you! ”

"Oh, okay, deal."

Xia Beifeng raised his chopsticks as he spoke, and stretched them out into Shen Qingge's bowl.

Shen Qingge immediately hugged the bowl, like a little girl who was afraid of being snatched away from her beloved toy, and turned sideways to stare at him defensively.

It's just a ferocious little animal that will rush up and bite people in a rage at any moment.

I don't know how to complain about you.

Xia Beifeng sighed, filled a bowl of soup by himself, sat next to Shen Qingge, and handed her a small thing.

It looked like a very ordinary child's marble, with a few bits and pieces of colored plastic scattered in the transparent glass, which shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

"It's pretty good." Shen Qingge held the marbles above his head, tilted his neck and looked through it at the sunlight leaking from above: "But what is the use of it?" And what is the how-to? ”

"You can think of it as a small serial bomb against ghosts, didn't you just say that yourself?"

Xia Beifeng lowered his head and took a sip of soup, and said casually: "Xiaotian has nothing to do at home, I don't know what the specific principle is, but the power is still quite large, usually one can be fried when thrown down, I don't know why it is not as good as it is outside." ”

"Because the yin qi here is too heavy, it's damp, and it's become a squib."

Shen Qingge put down his hand and closed his eyes and stroked the smooth surface of the marble, as if he was looking for something.

"The word damp isn't used here, and neither is the Squib! But it sounds like that's the principle. Xia Beifeng took advantage of the opportunity to close her eyes, cautiously peeked at the meat in her bowl, and was eager to try.

Shen Qingge stared at the beads in his hand defenselessly, and even forgot about the serious matter of eating.

He slowly stretched out his chopsticks to the bowl held in Shen Qing's singer.

"Don't try to hit the meat in my bowl." Shen Qingge turned his head vigilantly and glared at him viciously: "The things in my bowl are mine, and you dare to rob me!" Do you want to die! ”

Xia Beifeng was caught squarely, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

Who knew that Shen Qingge reacted even faster than him, and when he was just halfway back in his hand, he felt an extremely thin and strong thing slam on the back of his hand.

"Shh......hh What's big for you? ”

He didn't see what was hitting him, he just felt pain. , it should be a whip or something

When he stretched out his hand again, a bright red mark had appeared on the back of his hand, and there was a small blood stain hanging on it, which was very conspicuous.

"You don't need to know that." Shen Qingge tossed the marbles in his hand up and down, and looked at him proudly with slanted eyes: "This thing is good, I will collect it." ”

"If you like it, keep it for fun, I still have a lot of left."

"Give it all to me."

"Stop dreaming."

The two of them quickly ate a pot of broth, and after putting away the dishes, they leaned side by side against the corner, staring at the rays of sunlight shining through the roof.

"I said, how long are we going to stay here, when can we get out?" Xia Beifeng craned his neck and said weakly: "This place gives me a bad feeling, what did you do before?" ”

"It used to be used to store dead bodies that hadn't had time to be sent out." Shen Qingge also tilted his head, looked at the rags hanging down from the roof mountain, and said lazily: "What's not good, how cool it is!" Besides, it's not up to me to say how long you stay, it depends on when the guy leaves. ”

"The rules in this village are really strange! The coffin of the dead is put in this empty house? ”

Xia Beifeng yawned, only to feel that the upper and lower eyelids were going to be together, and the whole person was groggy and wanted to sleep.

"Wait...... Who are you waiting for. ”

"An old fellow, if I have the opportunity to see him in the future, I will introduce you to him, not now."

"Oh, he'd better hurry up then, I think I'm going to fall asleep." Xia Beifeng said vaguely, tilted his head, and really fell asleep against the wall.

"I'll just say, you should have been tired a long time ago."

Shen Qingge lowered his head and glanced at the person sleeping next to him, stretched out a hand and put it on his forehead, his eyes were a little complicated: "It's really a shame that you can stay here for so long, and you have been alive and kicking." ”

Xia Beifeng hadn't slept well since the day before yesterday, and even when he fell asleep, he was tossing around in strange dreams, and he felt extremely tired when he walked around the mountain.

Unexpectedly, he slept very comfortably with his eyes closed, and even when he opened his eyes again, he had the idea that "it would be good if he just kept sleeping until he died".

He was woken up by a sudden noise, and after opening his eyes with great reluctance, he was still confused for several minutes.

In front of him was still the quiet, empty room, blowing the tattered strips of cloth on the roof out of nowhere, making them sway, swaying down with fine dust.

Outside there was silence.

(To be continued.) )