(Cat flutter Chinese)

"Really!" Hearing the knock on the door, a trace of fear flashed on Lao Jiang's face, but when he heard the voice of the comer, Lao Jiang scolded, walked out with a look of impatience, and asked as he walked

"Who's dead again?"

"Village Chief, something happened!" The people outside are still the same old saying.

"It's endless, isn't this coming?" Lao Jiang scolded and replied impetuously.

"Wang Desheng is dead!" After the door opened, the person who came said firmly.

"How did you die?" Lao Jiang asked.

"Wang Desheng is dead!" The person who came repeated it again, looking at Lao Jiang with straight eyes.

"Xiaowen, what's wrong with you?" Lao Jiang realized that something was wrong and took a step back.

"It's dead!" Zhao Liang was a little impatient, stepped forward and grabbed the placket of the visitor's clothes, pulled inward, and the person fell headlong, his body folded in half, and made a clicking sound.

"Ahh Lao Jiang was taken aback and hid behind us. I squatted down and brought the man over, just like the man at the entrance of the village, he had already died, and the flesh inside had been hollowed out into a skin, with more than a dozen transparent silk threads behind it.

"What's going on?" Lao Jiang asked with a hint of crying.

"Get off the horse!" The widow lowered her head and fiddled, squeezing three words out of her teeth.

"Where is Wang Desheng's house, do you know?" Xu Laofu asked. Old Jiang nodded hurriedly

"Yes!"

"Then don't lead the way, why are you stunned?" Widow Wang pushed Lao Jiang, Lao Jiang was stunned for a moment, glanced at Widow Wang, and immediately walked out.

"Wang Desheng is usually quite an honest person, although his family is poor, he has not done anything lacking in virtue, and I don't know why he died?" may be in order to dispel the fear in his heart, Lao Jiang never stopped talking along the way, chattering in pieces,

"Wang Desheng is fifty-three this year, his wife is from this village, he ran away with someone in his early years, and he has a daughter who married to another province and does not come back once in a few years. He has never participated in those bad things in the village, and he is one of the few good people. ”

"Are there any good people in your kidnapping village?" Widow Wang interrupted Lao Jiang in one bite. A trace of embarrassment flashed on Lao Jiang's face, and he sneered

"I'm not from Kidnapper Village!"

"It's here!" After speaking, Lao Jiang pointed to a small courtyard in front of him. The courtyard door was open, the door was open, the lights inside were on, and through the windows, people could be seen moving.

"Aren't people dead?" Lao Jiang hesitated, and he didn't want to go in.

"Let's go!" Widow Wang grabbed Lao Jiang's arm and walked inside. After entering the house, I smelled a strong smell of blood, and there was a large pool of blood on the ground, which stretched up and finally to the kang.

Wang Desheng sat on the kang, his back against the windowsill, his head lowered, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, and there were three words written in blood next to him

"I'm guilty!"

"Dead?" Old Jiang muttered in despair

"Lao Wang has never done anything lacking in virtue!"

"How do you know he hasn't done anything immoral?" As soon as the words fell, Wang Desheng lowered his head and raised his head, and asked gloomily.

"Ahh Lao Jiang was stunned, stepped back, tripped his legs, and sat on the pool of blood.

"Let me ask you, how do you know that Wang Desheng has never done anything lacking in virtue?" Wang Desheng leaned forward, his eyes were gloomy, and his voice changed tone, turning into a woman's voice.

"I was wrong, I don't know, I don't know!" Lao Jiang waved his hand again and again, and got up from the ground with a rolling belt, but his feet slipped and he fell on his back.

"It was the three brothers of the Zhao family who killed you, why didn't you kill them first?" I asked, which was a temporary relief for Lao Jiang.

"Who says I don't kill them?" Wang Desheng raised his head and replied faintly.

"Sister, there are a lot of miscellaneous pieces in the kidnapping village, you just killed them all, my sister didn't say a word, and she could even help you kill these miscellaneous pieces, can you tell my sister who is behind you to help you?" Widow Wang kicked Lao Jiang in front of her away, took a step forward, and said affectionately.

"Huh!" Wang Desheng smiled gloomily, his body stepped back, leaned back on the windowsill, and there was an extra knife in his hand, which was crossed on his wrist, and he cut it down, and asked faintly

"Do you know what Wang Desheng has done?"

"I don't know!" We shook our heads at the same time, not knowing what the hell this female ghost was up to!

"Those who buy people are hateful, but this Wang Desheng, and the more than 20 people who have died, are even more hateful than those who buy people!" Wang Desheng's tone was very calm, the knife in his hand did not stop, and he cut a knife every time he said a word.

"Over the years, Wang Desheng has encountered three escapes before and after, do you know what he did?"

"I don't know!" We shook our heads again, and he suddenly laughed, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes, and a hint of struggle and pleading could be seen in them.

Wang Desheng is not dead, but his body is controlled, and the female ghost in his body is punishing him.

"He called someone, he called someone to arrest the woman who was about to successfully escape!" Wang Desheng stretched out three fingers and said

"Three times, he did this thing three times, you say he deserves to die, you say you yourself deserve to die?" Speaking of this, Wang Desheng's eyes changed sharply, and he waved the knife in his hand like crazy, cutting one wound after another on his arm.

We didn't stop it, this thing is really lacking in morality, Wang Desheng can be regarded as not seeing, but what did he do?

He went to call someone, and this practice cut off the last hope of the abducted woman, and in some respects, this practice is more hateful than buying someone.

It is clear that the more than twenty people who have died have committed such a mistake to a greater or lesser extent.

"Does it hurt?" Wang Desheng stopped at this moment and asked in an extremely calm female voice.

"It hurts!" Wang Desheng wailed, but it was a slightly hoarse man's voice. She was torturing Wang Desheng, and Wang Desheng's arms were now full of knife marks of different shades, mixed with blood, like a mess of flesh.

"Next, it's the boss of the Zhao family!" Wang Desheng raised his head, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the knife in his hand slammed into his neck, and when he pulled it out, blood splattered out.

Wang Desheng's eyes showed a look of relief, and he slowly fell, and a woman's figure walked out of Wang Desheng's body at the same time and floated out of the window.

"Stop!" The widow screamed, her waist shook violently, and a series of hurried bells rang out, and the woman's body froze there.

Xu Laofu jumped up, got on the kang, and raised a fishnet-like thing in his hand to cover the female ghost. Seeing that she was about to trap the female ghost, a smile appeared at the corner of the widow's mouth, and several silk threads suddenly appeared on the female ghost, pulling her back and coming out of the window, and the net-like thing covered the air.

"Chase!" The widow gritted her teeth, turned and ran out. By the time we ran out, the female ghost was gone.

"!" Widow Wang scolded, turned around and went back to the house, grabbed Lao Jiang's neck by the collar, and scolded

"Didn't you say that Wang Desheng didn't do anything lacking in virtue?"

"I don't know!" Lao Jiang replied with a hint of crying.

"Say, what's the name of that sister who died?" The widow gritted her teeth and shrugged Lao Jiang up.

"It seems to be called Chen Xi, twenty-two this year!" Lao Jiang replied with a sad face.

"Let's go, Cuihua, let's go to Boss Zhao now, didn't that Chen Xi say, her next target is Boss Zhao!" Xu Laofu thought for a while and said.

"What, you want to save that bastard?" The widow asked with a cross-eyed look.

"That's what I'm saying, how can I save him, don't I want to wait for the rabbit, if I don't go to Zhao Lao's family, how can I find Chen Xi?" Xu Laofu hurriedly explained.

"You men don't have a good thing!" Widow Wang gritted her teeth, turned her head and kicked Lao Jiang, and said

"Lead the way!"

"Hey!" Lao Jiang snorted in pain and limped in front to lead the way.

"Boss Zhao, open the door!" After walking in the village for nearly five minutes, Lao Jiang came to a dilapidated house and knocked on the door and shouted.

"Why are you here?" Soon a bald middle-aged man with a scar on his face came out of the room, and he came to the door with a gloomy face and asked in a cold voice.

"Boss Zhao, this is a few dancing gods I found!" Lao Jiang briefly introduced. Boss Zhao frowned, squinted his eyes and glanced at us, not as excited as we imagined to see the lifesaver, but a trace of resistance.

This attitude is really strange! Cat flutter Chinese