Just as the thing was about to fly in front of me, I heard a "pop" in my ears, and then a black shadow flew upside down in front of my eyes, scattering the fog in the courtyard. When I looked closely, a black thing rolled on the ground twice and flew away.

Uncle Miao had an extra stick in his hand, and a few feathers slowly fell, he called the fat man over and took a look through the torch, good guy, there were three blood marks on the back of the fat man's hand, and the deep places were about to be bones.

Uncle Miao had herbs on his body, and said while putting it on the fat man: "It's a big owl, if you scratch your eyes, it will be terrible." ”

Shi Fatzi's ability to boil pain is very good, let Uncle Miao deal with it, Leng didn't frown, and said ruthlessly: "Damn, I have to kill it!" As soon as his eyes rolled, he stared at the shotgun on Uncle Miao's back, and asked with a smile: "Uncle, are you good at this gun?" ”

Uncle Miao pulled the bandage in his hand and tied it in a knot, so painful that the fat man's mouth grinned, and as soon as he talked about the gun, his words came: "It's not good, it's all up to it when we catch the winter, we have no food in the mountains, and we have to hunt in the winter before the heavy snow closes the mountains." Although we are not better than the farms in the Great Plains outside that there are white bread buns to eat every day, but the game is also very full, and the roe deer, roe deer, pheasants and wild boars in the mountains are all running all over the road, and every house must have a pole and a good gun, which is our lifeline. ”

Shi Fatzi said with a flattering expression: "Then can you lend me a look?" ”

Uncle Miao looked at him suspiciously and said, "Can you shoot?" ”

"Why don't you know, my grandfather taught me to shoot when I was five years old." This is true, Shi Dangdang was born in a military family, he has a natural fanaticism about firearms, and his grandfather, who dotes on him, is even more responsive to his needs. When I was a child, the children of other families were fighting in the yard with wooden guns, and his kid directly took advantage of his grandfather's nap to steal the old man's gun and fight with people in the yard. Shi Fatzi, in today's words, is a whole demon king of the mixed world, but he is only horizontal to those sons and buddies who are similar to him, and the principle of beating people has always been: only beat those who are harder than themselves, and never pinch those who are softer than themselves.

Uncle Miao looked at the fat man's grinning face, and said firmly, "No, the gun can't be used for you casually." ”

Shi Fatzi was obviously unwilling and changed his mind again: "Uncle Miao, I see that the crosshair of your gun seems to be a little crooked." While touching his chin, he walked around behind Uncle Miao and said, "Well, that's right, it's crooked two or three degrees, and the distance is short, but if it is more than fifty meters, this trajectory will be a little biased." ”

Uncle Miao is a person who loves guns like his life, he has been a soldier for half his life, this gun is his soul, and it is important to be diligent in usually maintaining and wiping oil, so he immediately took it down and checked it, took it in his hand and muttered: "It's not crooked." ”

Shi Fatzi leaned over to him and pointed at the barrel of the gun: "Look, this is it, ouch, I see that your gun is not good, there are cracks in the pole, I'm afraid it will explode." ”

Uncle Miao was anxious when he heard this: "Cracks? Where? Where? ”

"Here, and there......" Shi Fatzi grabbed the gun and said, "Bring it, I'll show you." ”

Uncle Miao has completely fallen into the trap of the fat man at this time, he never thought that the fat guy, who was still a child in his eyes, would turn his face so quickly, and when he handed the gun to the fat man, he was about to listen to him, I don't want the kid to jump into the yard with the gun in his hand.

Holding his breath, closing his eyes, relying on his ears alone, the fat man heard a wing in the corner to the west flapping gently. You don't need to aim, pick up the gun, pull it, shoot, and there is a loud bang, and the movement of the shotgun is much louder than that of the rifle. Where have we children seen this formation, they are a little overwhelmed with fright, only the fat man is still cursing in his mouth, skillfully exiting the cartridge case and preparing for the next shot.

Uncle Miao saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the gun, if something happened, he would be responsible for the reception. The fat man was fine, and took my handle and jumped into the courtyard, and in a moment came out with a black thing in his hand, an owl the size of a basin.

"If you have revenge, you don't take revenge, if you scratch the fat man, the fat man will let you shoot!"

Uncle Miao looked at the smiling fat man with a dark face and said, "You kid, you are lawless, I will report to the team when I go back, this kind of mistake must be reviewed!" ”

Being made so troubled by the fat man, I have a sense of security, this guy is definitely a master who is not afraid of heaven and earth, Cha Wenbin just glanced at the owl, and said softly: "Cut off its head, and sprinkle the blood outside the door later." ”

The fat man raised his voice an octave in a festive of surprise: "Damn, I can't see it, this little brother is so ruthless, he won't kill pigs before, right?" ”

Cha Wenbin glanced back at the plaque on the courtyard door and said, "I can sleep soundly at night, it's not very clean here." ”

"Ouch, little brother, don't you talk so much, okay? It's strange if this place can be clean, I don't know how many years no one has lived in it, you just say that this place is haunted. What the hell is it! Does the execution ground know? The fat man went to the execution ground when he was seven or eight years old, and that guy burst out of his brain with a shot, but I hid in the carriage when they went, and they dropped me when I went back. If you want to say that it is haunted, it is the most, every day there are people who are left there to be killed, I just slept on the execution ground until dawn, who is afraid of who is the grandson. ”

Uncle Miao was the most taboo about these things, and he caused trouble one after another, he took off the towel around his neck and slapped it on the fat man's head and scolded: "You talk a lot!" ”

The corners of Cha Wenbin's mouth curled, and he was also a little dissatisfied with the fat man in his heart, this is a taboo to spend the night in the temple, his master told him that if he spent the night outside, he would rather choose the grave bag than the abandoned temple, he had the intention to tease the fat man once, so as to kill his temper, so he said: "Brother Shi, we are all timid, why don't you keep vigil for us outside tonight?" ”

"Vigil?" Shi Fatzi is in trouble now, to say that he slept in the execution ground that year was purely a helpless act after the child was lost, but there were no three or five people together in this ghost place, and he was really a little stunned to let him spend the night, especially the Buddha statues in that courtyard, those who showed half of their heads did not look like good stubble.

Seeing that his face was troubled, I also said: "Yes, yes, Brother Shi, it is said that there are tigers, leopards and jackals in this place, Uncle Miao didn't sleep all night yesterday, where can he still eat." You can shoot a gun, and you're so powerful......"

All of a sudden, Shi Dangdang was piled up to such a height, where could he easily come down, he couldn't do it, he still wanted this face, so he had to pretend to be okay and said: "Okay, as long as Daddy Miao gives me a gun." ”

I don't know if Uncle Miao is really tired or relieved of his marksmanship, so he sent the shotgun into Shi Fatzi's arms and said, "There are five bullets in it, one is missing, I'll settle accounts with you when I go back." ”

The fat man didn't go in with the gun, nor did he retreat, and the smiling expression on his face had long since become the color of pig liver, who made him like to be a hero, when I went in, I saw him hanging his head and carrying an owl to follow behind, not to mention how miserable.

There was indeed a large hall inside, the door was ajar, and the layer of ash and cobwebs that had fallen on it made us sure that no one had been here for a long time. I took the torch and walked around in front of the door to burn the cobwebs, and when I was about to push the door, Cha Wenbin shouted: "Slow Xiaoyi, don't move yet." ”

"Huh?" I stopped and looked at him, only to see him take a step forward and wipe the dust on the door with his hand, then retreat and ask, "Grandpa Miao, did you enter through this door back then?" ”

Uncle Miao thought for a moment, and when Cha Wenbin asked him this, he really remembered the situation back then, that day he was chased by several puppet soldiers and ran all the way along the hill, not on the road today, but down from the mountain. When he rolled down, he saw that there was a room here, so he ran in, and when he ran, he saw a hole in the wall and went in, and the group of puppet soldiers followed him, but somehow they went around outside and walked away, and after sleeping all night, they crawled out of the hole again.

"I really didn't enter through this gate, it seems that I climbed into a hole in the east, and I wondered why those puppet soldiers chased me for dozens of miles to get here."

Cha Wenbin was still young at that time, but when he spoke, he said: "There are knowledgeable people among the people chasing you, this door can't be entered, and it is this door that saves your life." ”