(Cat pounces Chinese) Lao Zhangtou is the closest to my house, a few steps away, just out of the door, I saw Lao Zhangtou carrying a small basket out of the door.

Not only that, Lao Zhangtou's vigilance was quite high, looking left and right, I hurriedly retreated, and I was not in a hurry to follow, and waited for two minutes before I showed my head.

Old Zhang Tou is gone, I beckoned to the big yellow at the door and said

"Rhubarb, go!" Rhubarb opened the door with his head overhead, wagged his tail and went out with me.

"Let's go to find Lao Zhangtou, we can't follow too closely, we have to keep a little distance, we can't be discovered!" After I went out, I confessed.

"Wang!" Rhubarb nodded, circled around me, and ran out with a puff of smoke. I walked unhurriedly looking for the smell of Lao Zhangtou, walked for half an hour, and finally saw the shadow of Lao Zhangtou.

I was stunned for a moment when I saw the location of Lao Zhangtou, I was very familiar with that place, and I went to elementary school there for six years.

When I was a child, the primary school I went to was a union of three and a half villages, and the house I used was the original office address of the Revolutionary Committee, with a total of eight large bungalows.

In the past few years, when education reform was carried out, the primary schools in the village were basically yellow, and this place is no exception. And because it belongs to the three-regardless zone, there is nothing except a few houses, so no one cares about it, so it is abandoned.

Eight large bungalows, five of which sit north and face south, are our classrooms, and the other three are next to the five, sitting west and facing east, forming a right angle.

Old Zhang Tou entered a room next to the middle of the three, and if I remember correctly, the house was used as a utility room.

"Rhubarb, don't make a fuss for a while!" I squatted down and rubbed the rhubarb's dog's head and whispered.

Rhubarb nodded smartly, walked around the back of the house with me, and quietly touched it. You can't walk on the front, there has been no one here, the snow is knee-deep, walk over directly, and you can find it when you come out and look at the footprints.

Touching the root of the wall, I was surprised to find that there was a big hole in the corner of the collapsed wall, and I could see the situation inside from the outside.

I was a little worried that Lao Zhangtou would find out that I was coming, and after glancing at it, I realized that I was worried in vain, and Lao Zhangtou was in a strange state, and he was completely caught in a kind of memory.

The room was now empty, and the old man sat cross-legged on the floor, with a pile of burning paper money in front of him, and two wine cups and some side dishes beside him.

"I'm coming to see you again!" The old man filled the wine, poured one cup into the fire, drank the one by himself, and threw a stack of paper money into the fire.

"After so many years, I know you are unwilling, but I am also suffering while I am alive!" The old man muttered, his voice carrying a mixed emotion,

"My great-grandson is three years old, but in a year, I can see each other a few times, at most twice, don't think that if you die, you have to take revenge, to live like me is more uncomfortable than dead!" Hearing this, I laughed silently.

This old man deserves it. You are living to suffer, so why don't you die? You are now full of children and grandchildren, and you have great-grandchildren, but they are dead, except for a corpse that I don't know what kind of rot it has become, there is nothing left, you are good, in this hypocrisy.

I now somewhat understand why Grandma Wang showed disdain when she mentioned Lao Zhangtou!

"Lao Yang, so many years have passed, you can go, I was young at that time, impulsive, and I didn't understand so much, after so many years, I have been nesting in the village, and I will burn paper for you during the New Year's Festival, even your parents' have not been left behind, is it enough?" The old man threw another handful of paper money into the fire, and the paper money in the basket burned out.

Through Lao Zhangtou's words, I understand a little, this old man was a rebel back then, and he knew very well what he had done in that chaotic era.

And the man should have died at his hands at that time. Lao Zhangtou was afraid of red lanterns and did not dare to enter the city, and he stayed in the village all his life because of the man who died at his hands.

Slightly strangely, in this house, we feel that there are ghosts, but the yin qi is a little heavy.

"Okay, Lao Yang, I'll come back when it's clear!" After drinking the last drop of wine, Lao Zhangtou packed up his things, stood up slowly, lifted the basket and walked out.

I hid behind him until his figure disappeared from sight, and then I led the rhubarb to the front and into the house.

The room was empty, and there was nothing but a pile of paper ashes on the floor.

"Wang!" I came to the paper ash money, stretched out my foot and pulled it, and the rhubarb suddenly barked, and the dog's eyes stared at the top of my head.

I looked up and saw wooden beams overhead, nothing but a few discolored beams.

"Wang!" The rhubarb was still calling, and seeing that I didn't understand, it turned its head, accelerated, jumped on the windowsill, propped up the soles of its feet, jumped up and grabbed a piece of the collapsed eaves, and after borrowing it again, it jumped on the beam.

"Okay!" This hand surprised me, and I subconsciously shouted hello. Since the old dog arrived at my house, Rhubarb has become more and more clever, and sometimes, the things this thing has done, I hate itchy, but one thing I have to mention is that its ability has increased.

Whether it is flexibility or ferocity, there has been a qualitative improvement, especially the Huang family who arrested Liupan Mountain these times, all of them were dried by rhubarb.

On the beam, Rhubarb stretched out his claws and scratched directly above the pile of paper ashes, and the dust fell in a plow, and I stepped back, and a pitch-black thing fell from it.

The moment the thing hit the ground, a strange feeling of coldness came over me.

"Wang!" Rhubarb also screamed at the same time, jumped down from it with a few leaps, and came up to me, biting my trouser legs, and dragging me over.

I don't have to drag it to me, I have to get there. The piece fell by coincidence, and it happened to fall into the pile of paper ashes, and I picked it up twice, and a biting cool feeling came, which stimulated me with a layer of goosebumps.

"Yin Qi is so heavy!" I muttered, mobilizing the air flow in the acupuncture hole to suppress the coldness. I took a closer look, and I knew this thing.

The thing was generally iron, nearly fifteen centimeters long, with a round hook in front and a broken tail, which was supposed to have a ring.

To put it bluntly, this is the hook of hanging pigs, of course, you can hang pigs, you can hang people, after all, people are much lighter than two or three hundred pounds of pigs to be slaughtered.

Holding the hook, I glanced up at the beams, and a picture unfolded before my eyes. The hook pierces the beams of the house and hangs in the air, and a rope hangs from the hook, and at the end of the rope, a person's wrist is tied, hanging the person in mid-air.

The man was very thin, and due to the tension, the ribs on his body were completely exposed, with patches of blood marks on them, forming blood stains.

He has a small bench under his feet, and if he works harder, his toes are just right to step on it, reducing some of the pressure on his wrists.

"Tell me, who are your accomplices?" I looked up at the man's body, trying to see his face, when a shouting came and I couldn't see his face.

"No, no!" He replied with difficulty.

"No?" The man who asked the question smirked, and a whip slammed into his body, and a blood mark appeared, bringing with it his moans.

Then there was one whip after another, and the whip continued to fall on his body, pulling out blood marks, and his moans became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

"Playing dead?" The man who whipped him didn't think it was enough, and kicked the small bench down with a cold snort, and his whole body hung in the air, and all the pressure was concentrated on his wrist.

"Humph!" Pulled by this, he groaned again and woke up.

"Yang Aiguo, do you want to talk about it?" The man asked again.

"What the hell are you asking me to say?" He spoke with difficulty.

"Don't be sloppy with me, Lao Tzu makes your mouth hard, makes your mouth hard!" The man was furious, and the whip rained down like drops, and at last he probably didn't find it enjoyable, and slammed the tail of the whip at his ribs.

Maybe the whip tail was too sharp, or maybe he was too weak, and the whip tail broke his ribs and stuck into it.

The man was stunned for a moment, subconsciously pulled out the tail of the whip, and blood splashed out all at once, splashing everywhere.

"Ahh The man panicked, staggered twice, and sat down on the ground with his face exposed. Although he is much younger, I can still recognize that he is Lao Zhangtou.

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