Chapter 25: Lend Your Head for a While

As soon as Old Mike came up with this idea, his whole person began to retreat almost uncontrollably. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But as soon as you step back, something will happen. Old Mike's movements immediately attracted the attention of the villagers below. The eyes below looked at Old Mike in unison

"My father didn't know how they found him at the time." Mike said. "The villagers became very strange. It's not a behavioral weirdness, it's a ......" Mike froze as he said this, frowning as if searching for some appropriate words in his head. But after thinking about it for a while, I still didn't think about it. So I gave up. continued: "It's the kind of reaction that is particularly fast. "If my father had to make any noise, the villagers' ears were like cats." ”

"Is it possible that it was too close at the time?" I asked. Isn't it often played like this in movies? A person lurking in the woods, if he is not small and is discovered by the other party, he must have accidentally stepped on a branch and made a noise.

Mike shook his head again and again: "No, no, no, it's not such Mr. Wei." I've been to that hillside. It is nearly fifty meters away from the entrance of the village, let alone stepping on a tree branch. Even if you usually talk like this, ordinary people will definitely not be able to hear it. ”

"Why is that?" I asked again. "Did those people find out about your father because of something else?"

Mike shook his head again and motioned for me to continue: "No accident, my father was caught by those men. But when he was caught by those men again, my father saw that they were all fierce and vicious. My father was terrified and shouted the names of one of them so that they should not kill my father. When they heard my father calling their names, they stopped. Then after a while, they suddenly came to their senses. Then I kindly welcomed my father back to the village. ”

I was stunned for a moment: "It's that simple? Didn't your father notice something was wrong with them? ”

"Of course not." Mike said. "Mr. Xiaowei, although I have been in China for a long time. But my Chinese is not very good. So there may be some things that I say that may not be very clear, but as long as you hear the back, I believe you will be surprised. ”

I motioned for him to continue. A foreigner can say Chinese like this is already quite good. Forced. Lao Tzu's English level 4 will pass.

Old Mike was greeted by the villagers to meet the village. However, when passing by the entrance of the village, Old Mac couldn't help but glance at the corpses of the Japanese who had been beheaded in different places. At the same time, Old Mac also pinched his thigh fiercely. He hoped it was all a dream, and he hoped that a pinch of his thigh would wake him up. But the pain in his thigh didn't wake him up. In other words, it's all happening. It is also true that these Japanese who have had their heads cut off are real, and the villagers who have been dead for a few days in front of them are coming back to life.

Old Mike couldn't figure out what he was thinking now, so he had to follow the villagers into the village in a daze.

After entering the village, old Mike unconsciously returned to the cabin where he had lived for a year, and then sat in a daze on the bed, thinking about what had happened. But it's all happening. In other words, all this really exists, and there is no dispute about the resurrection of the villagers.

Old Michael thought for a moment, came back to his senses, and was driven by curiosity to ask what was going on. But after sitting on the bed for a long time, a hunch told him that he couldn't ask this question. He felt that if he had asked the villagers this question, he would probably end up like the Japanese. So after sitting on the edge of the bed all night, old Mac finally got to the next morning.

Early in the morning, Old Mac rubbed his eyes and watched the sun shine through the window at his feet. For the first time, he felt what a blessing it was to have light around him and bright all around.

He looked at the sunlight at his feet for a moment, knowing that the sunlight was slowly creeping up his knees from his feet. That's when old Mike finally made a decision. Rather than living in fear and comfort, it is better to leave the village and continue to wander. And at this time, the previous idea of finding someone to go to the grave once again appeared in front of Old Mike's eyes. He can't just fail, he wants to return to his country with China's most valuable things, and he wants to live the rest of his life in style.

After making up his mind, Old Mac quickly packed up what he could take with him. If it weren't for the fact that the quilt was too big to carry, Old Mac would even want to carry the futon on his back.

After quickly packing up his things, Old Mike was stopped by a villager as soon as he walked out the door. This villager is the man of the family who accidentally broke into this village when he first came to this village.

The man looked Old Mac up and down and asked him where he was going. Old Mike struggled for a long time before he came up with a reason. said that he suddenly remembered that he had a business partner in Guangxi, and he was going to take refuge with him now. In order to be able to leave this ghost village as soon as possible, Old Mac even said that after he found that partner, he would come back with a lot of things, and use those things to repay the villagers for saving them this year.

The man frowned and looked at Old Mike, and then said Don't worry, since we want to leave, we can't keep you. Tonight we will give you a table for a send-off feast, and after you have eaten, you will go out with Orion tomorrow. Then, without waiting for Old Mike to refuse, he took his things back to the house and put them away, and then went about his own work.

Old Michael watched the man's back slowly walk back into the house, and the premonition of not wanting to rise again in his heart. Only this time Old Mike figured it out.

If they were going to harm themselves, they would have done it last night, and they wouldn't have to wait until tonight. So in this way, as long as I survive this evening again, I will leave tomorrow morning as soon as it is dawn. No matter where you go, just leave this hellish place. Thinking of this, Old Mac also slightly loosened the nerves that had been tense. It was so slightly relieved, and the sleepiness of not sleeping all night swept over like a flood. Old Michael yawned, didn't even think of breakfast, turned around and went back to sleep.

This sleep made old Mike dazed. I encountered all kinds of things in my dreams. There are parents and wives who are still suffering and starving in the United States, and there are villagers and Japanese people who have had their heads cut off. The most terrifying thing is that Old Mac also dreamed of that man. When I saw the man, the man had no head. There is nothing on the empty shoulders. But even so, Old Michael heard the man's voice:

Mike, can you help me find my head? I remember it felt like it fell right next to your bed.

When the man finished saying this, Old Mac instantly returned to his bedside. When I looked down, the man's head was really upright on the edge of his bed. On closer inspection, the man's head was still smiling at him:

Please help me put my head back on, or my body won't be able to see the way.

When Old Mike heard this, he hurriedly held the man's head and went to find the man. But at the moment when Old Mac went out, a white light flashed in front of his eyes. Then Old Mac felt himself being thrown high by someone else, and then fell heavily to the ground. And strangely, Old Michael saw his own body standing in the doorway, still holding the man's head in his hand.

Old Mac cried out in surprise. But no matter how he called it, he didn't hear even the slightest sound from himself. In his terror, he saw a pair of feet stop in front of him. Immediately after that, he was picked up.

It was the man's body.

You've finally found my head, but it's slow, and I'm going to work in the field now. So I can only borrow your head and use it and return it to you at night.

After saying that, the man's body put Old Mike's head on his shoulder, turned around and walked away.

Old Mike sat up from the bed suddenly, beads of sweat dripping down his bean's size.

After taking a few big breaths to calm down, Old Mac suddenly remembered that he was going to the villager's house for dinner in the evening. Thinking about turning his head to look, he found that it had been dark outside.

There is no accurate time in the countryside after that. Old Michael didn't know how long he had slept this night, so he hurriedly got up from his bed, put on his shoes, and prepared to rush to the entrance of the village. But just as Old Mac walked to the door and was about to push the door out, he suddenly heard someone talking outside the door. If you listen closely, it seems that there are quite a few people.

Old Mike's first reaction was that the people saw that Mike hadn't come over so late, so they came to urge him. Although he still couldn't overcome the hurdle of resurrection in his heart, Old Mac still cheered up and pretended to smile and prepared to go out. But before his hand touched the doorknob, the voice outside the door made Mike's smile instantly freeze on his face.

One person said: It's okay to kill this foreigner, it's really uncomfortable to wear this skin all the time.

Another person said: If he doesn't leave, he will survive, and since he wants to leave, he will have to kill him in order not to let people outside know.

Although Old Mac couldn't fully understand the meaning of the speaker at the door, he understood the general meaning in an instant. And through the piece of paper pasted on the window, under the moonlight, Old Mac clearly saw a figure standing by his window. And just as the two people outside the door finished speaking, the man at the window suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on his face. Then tear it forward with force. The whole scalp was torn off by that man.

Old Michael almost fainted when he saw this. However, the instinct to survive made him barely stand up against the wall.

When he heard another knock on the door, Old Mac realized that someone outside was going to come in and kill him. The strong survival instinct made him not think so much at all, three steps and two steps rushed back to the bed, and the quilt was lifted and lay back again.

When the people outside the door entered the house, Old Mac pretended to have just woken up and was ready to sit up from the bed.

In the dark room, under the moonlight, Old Mac vaguely saw several figures slowly approaching him.

At this moment when his life was hanging by a thread, old Mike had an idea, pretended to rub his eyes, and said, "I'm so stupid, the life in this village is really what I yearn for, why do I want to leave?" After saying that, old Mick was still worried that the people in the house would not believe him, and said to himself: "That old fellow doesn't know where he is, and if I go to him like this, won't I start wandering again?" God, I can't be so stupid. With that, Mike lay down again.

Old Mike, who closed his eyes, kept praying to God in his heart, hoping that these people would believe in him after hearing what he had just said, and then leave. And old Mac even began to swear that he would rather stay in this village forever as long as these people did not kill him.

Sure enough, after those people heard Old Mike's words, the figure paused slightly, as if waiting for the person in the lead to speak.

After a while, Old Michael heard someone in the darkness say in a very, very small voice to withdraw. Then, after a few voices that were so light that they could almost be concluded to be old Michael's own imagination, they all withdrew.

But just as Old Michael breathed a sigh of relief and thanked God for saving his life for his wit, there was a knock at the door again.

Old Mike's nerves immediately tensed again. But after hearing the sound outside the door, I relaxed again.

"Mike, the village chief asked me to get you up and go to dinner. Why did you sleep so long? Are you unwell and sick? ”

"No, no!" Old Mike answered, deliberately making a little hee-hee-hee-soo, indicating that he was getting up. "I was so tired that I accidentally overslept. Sorry, sorry. So saying, Old Mac went over and opened the door.

When the door opened, Old Michael found a young man from a year ago standing in the doorway. The moonlight shone on his face, and Old Mac saw the young man's smile on his face.

Oh my God, these people wanted to kill me just now, but now they can face me with such a smile! Old Michael thought to himself, but he still pretended not to know anything, and told the young man to wait a while, and he was going to get dressed now. And then go right away. The young man answered, and then walked away first.

Looking at the back of the young man's departure, Old Mac breathed a sigh of relief and secretly decided in his heart. As long as he has the opportunity, he must escape from this village. This village is in the way it is so abnormal. If I can't escape from this village, maybe the dream I just had will come true.

(There is no class at three o'clock, so I will put a chapter.) There is one more chapter at six o'clock) (to be continued.) )