(Cat flutter Chinese) I found that I was looking at him, and the squeezed and distorted face showed a smile, and a mouthful of blue-black teeth were exposed.

"Ahh

Behind him, a piercing scream was heard.

"Shut up!"

Liangzi twitched over with a big mouth, Yang Haibo covered his face and looked at Yang's mother aggrievedly.

On the glass window, the face slowly moved away, disappearing into the darkness.

When I rushed out, there was no trace of Lao Wang, who was still hanging on the fence.

"Thank you, what should we do?"

Mother Yang also came out and asked nervously.

"Wait!"

I slowly spit out a word, now I have seen blood, and the other party has blocked the signal, tonight is destined not to be calm, the other party will definitely come again.

"What are you waiting for? Mom, let's go, wait any longer, your life will be gone! Yang Haibo shook his fist and roared on his mother's shoulder.

I turned around and looked at Yang Haibo coldly, the indifference on his face gradually disappeared, and he became afraid, and his eyes were dodgy, not daring to look at me.

I said slowly, "Want to go?" Yes, you can go by yourself, I won't go with you! ”

"If you take the money, you have to protect us!" Yang Haibo raised his head sharply and shouted excitedly.

"Huh!"

I was amused, and I took out a hundred dollars from my pocket and handed it over, "Here you go, isn't it a hundred dollars?" ”

"Thank you, the child is not sensible, don't be like him!" Yang's mother hurriedly came over to play the round and glared at her son.

"Auntie, didn't I say you, he's older than me, or a child? Still not sensible? "I'm not used to it, Mother Yang didn't stand up at the first time, she just wanted to run away and test me with her son.

"How old is a child in my eyes!" Mother Yang sighed and looked at me pleadingly.

I shook my head, all of a sudden I hated my mom, they were all mothers, why was there such a big difference?

"Aunt, our brothers will definitely not leave tonight, if you want to leave, I won't stop you!"

With a slow breath, I repeated my position.

"If you don't go, you can't go, and we won't go!" Mother Yang hurriedly said.

I ignored her, glanced at Lao Wang and the two dogs on the ground, and said to Liangzi Nunu, "Let's go, go to Lao Zhang's house!" ”

Since the mother who sent the child has already started, she will definitely not stop, especially Yang Haibo, he can't run away.

When I returned the same way, when I came to Zhang's house, several people in the mourning hall were the same as no one, they should eat and drink, and when they saw us, they were a little surprised, and one of them greeted Yang's mother, "Sister-in-law of the Yang family, why did you come here at night?" ”

"The movement of the old Wang family in the front yard is not right, we went to take a look!" Mother Yang barely squeezed out a smile and replied.

"Don't go inside!"

I took a sideways step, stopped in front of Mother Yang, and looked coldly at a few people in the mourning hall.

There were three dead people around a table, and one sat in front of a coffin.

Sitting in front of the coffin was Zhang Damaozi's father, and the other three were from the village, and their state was a little wrong.

The fifty-year-old who talked to Yang's mother was very neat, but his eyes were as red as rabbits, and there was blood on his gums.

The two next to him were not in good shape either, drinking with red eyes.

"Come in, let's eat and drink together, Haibo hasn't been back for a long time, let's have a drink of two!" He stood up as he spoke, and walked towards us.

"Fourth uncle, I don't know how to drink!"

Looking at the man who came over, Yang Haibo took a step back and hid behind his mother.

"How can a man not drink?" The man waved his hand, still walking forward.

"Is dead man's wine any good?"

I stepped forward in front of him, stared into his eyes and asked.

"What dead man's wine?" He asked, stunned for a moment.

"Look back!" I lifted my chin.

"What's wrong?" He subconsciously turned around, revealing his back.

"Ahh

There was another exclamation, and Yang Haibo's coercion screamed again, but the scream was quickly stifled back.

I looked coldly at the man's back, and there was a cone embedded in his back, which was completely submerged in his body, revealing only a wooden handle, and a circle of black and red marks around it.

"What's wrong?"

Hearing the exclamation, he turned around and looked at us with a puzzled expression.

"There's something wrong with you!" I pointed to his chest.

"What's the problem?" He looked at himself in surprise and spun around.

"Don't move!"

I walked over and lifted his hand and let him touch my back.

"What is this?"

Touching the handle of the wood, he was still a little puzzled and dialed it out.

The next moment, his face changed, his hand kept straining outward, and there was a tearing sound like a silk, and a smell of blood came out.

He looked at the cone in his hand, his face kept changing, and finally he stabbed his arm, and then stabbed again, and his face changed as well, muttering, "Why doesn't it hurt?" Why don't I feel pain? ”

"Tell me, why don't I feel pain?" He looked up, stepped up to me, stared at me and asked.

"Of course the dead don't feel pain!" I said, staring into his eyes.

"Dead people don't feel pain! Dead people don't feel pain! He muttered a few words, understood, and his body went limp, and he fell to the ground, a pool of sticky blood beneath him.

In the mourning hall, the other two people looked at the man on the ground in a daze, and slowly reached out to touch their backs, and there was a tearing sound like a silk, they were already dead like the man.

"What's going on?"

Yang Haibo hugged his shoulders and asked with a crying voice.

I ignored him and walked straight to the mourning hall, where my father sat in front of the coffin and didn't say anything from beginning to end.

He was fine, there was no injury on his body, he just looked stupidly at his son lying in the coffin.

"What's going on with them?"

Standing in front of him, I asked in a deep voice.

He slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said, "My son is dead, someone must accompany him to be buried, otherwise he will be lonely below!" ”

"Don't talk to me about those useless things, let me ask you, what's going on with them, who did it?" I asked, pointing to the three dead men.

"I don't know!"

He smiled and said in a trance, "My son won't be alone, he has company!" ”

"Really!"

I'm a little helpless, I'm stupid.

"Thank you, this is not right!"

At this moment, Yang's mother greeted.

"What's wrong?" I asked, turning around.

I really haven't looked carefully at the change cone, there is blood on it, nothing worth noting.

"It's not right now!"

Mother Yang squatted down and picked up a cone, trotted over, and said to me, "Look, this is too thick!" ”

The taper is basically the same, with a wooden round handle in the back and an iron rod with a pointed tip more than ten centimeters in front.

But this one is different.

Behind the taper is a round-headed wooden handle, and instead of a slender iron rod in front, it is a conical iron rod, which resembles a steel chisel for chiseling stone, except that the round-headed iron handle on the back has become wood.

This thing wedges people, once it is chiseled in, it will be a bloody hole.

I came to the two people in the mourning hall, lifted their clothes and looked carefully, the steel chisel was deeply embedded, and the wound was very large, but the embedding time should be very long, and the blood was half-coagulated, so it didn't flow much when it was pulled out, so it made that cracking sound.

"It's a child-giving girl, right?" Mother Yang asked anxiously.

I didn't answer, something was wrong.

The mother who sent her son wanted to kill someone, there was no reason to be so violent, when she saw her in the morning, she was in the mourning hall to take away Zhang Damaozi's soul.

She wouldn't have been so violent.

"This chisel is for stone, it must be for revenge, what should our Haibo do?" Mother Yang became more and more anxious, grabbed my arm and asked anxiously.

Yang Haibo calmed down instead, stood at the door of the mourning hall and didn't speak, silent with a gloomy face.

I casually glanced at him, and felt that something was wrong, this kid didn't look tall, but he was a coward, and three people died, he should be the most scared, how could this calm down?

"Yang Haibo, come here!"

Thinking of this, I beckoned to him.

He raised his head and looked at me expressionlessly, when a head suddenly popped out from behind him, and said with a grin, "It's boring, you found out so quickly!" ”

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