At the moment, no one dared to question Grandpa Tian's words, if he hadn't experienced it himself, he wouldn't have said it so decisively.

Grandpa Tian opened the mouth of the tea bowl-sized sac, only to see that the wall of the sac was covered with scarlet tubular blood, and there was no blood stain left in the belly of the sac.

If you press the gas-filled skin bag from your feet to your neck inch by inch, there will be a terrifying and chilling sound floating out intermittently, just like the terrible howl of a fierce ghost struggling endlessly.

"Whose is this young woman's skin?"

The frightened villagers muttered curiously.

Aunt Linghong glanced at the white-skinned kite that was rising and falling in the wind, and her face suddenly twisted.

"Xiaokang, come here."

Aunt Linghong suppressed her throat and shouted timidly.

Xiaokang understood something from Aunt Linghong's call, and staggered with weak legs.

Aunt Linghong grabbed Xiaokang's arm and whispered a few words in his ear with teary eyes.

Xiaokang trembled and flipped over the bright white skin, his back was startled, his lips and eyes were round, his neck was soft, and he cried heartbreakingly.

Last summer, the well-off daughter-in-law was working in the fields, and she didn't want a violent force, so she twisted her waist.

At that time, Aunt Linghong, who was in the field next door, happened to have a bottle of safflower oil, so she found a hidden place and rubbed some potion on her.

It is said that Aunt Linghong found a black mole the size of a soybean on her right lower back.

At this time, the villagers saw the crying of Xiaokang's liver and intestines, and they all remembered the hardship they had endured. Perhaps one of the dozen or so white-fur kites under the woods belonged to their relatives, so they couldn't help but have a sour nose and wet eyes, and tears poured down.

Sister Yun and I clasped our arms together, and our hearts were cold and sour as if we had been shed by the tears of the villagers.

Hearing the mournful howls of the villagers, the Soviet Bureau led a few police officers and hurried up from the river.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "click" behind us, and several dazzling white lights flew one by one.

The villagers looked back, and in the flickering white light, several ghosts dressed in black were approaching us step by step.

In an instant, everyone's brains exploded with fright, and their hearts stopped.

"What are you doing?"

ran to the Su Bureau on the slope and reprimanded sharply.

In the clear voice of the Su Bureau, with the sweetness of our daughter's family, our frightened body and mind were calm.

It turned out that it was not a ghost who was quietly approaching behind us in black clothes, but a few media people with "long guns and short cannons".

The Soviet Bureau took a few big strides, blocked in front of several people, and asked sharply: Who are you? What to do?

Several people were silent, don't look too much, and don't dare to look directly at the sharp light in the eyes of the Soviet Bureau.

A thin man who looked like a few heads took a big step, frowned and pouted: We are newspaper reporters, and we want to come to this "murderous village", oh...... No...... This village collects and searches for strange things.

Su Ju snorted coldly and said angrily: I thought you were here to help the villagers. It turned out that he was going to do some dirty things.

The thin man was anxious, stiffened his neck, and said angrily: How did you talk as a police officer? I can use the words "filthy and dirty" that you said to accuse you of insult and slander.

The police officer next to the Su Bureau took a step forward and shouted: This is Director Su of the City Bureau, where are you going to sue?

In an instant, the thin man shrank by half.

Behind the thin man, another strong man in black muttered: We enjoy the legal right to freedom of the press without stealing or robbing, so why should you officials interfere?

The meaning of the strong man in black is that I stand at the end of my position, act rightly, and stand up to the country and the people, no matter how big your officials are, they can't be bigger than the law, right?

Listening to his colleague's words, the thin man lowered his head in a daze, raised it with great vigour, and lifted his shrunken body proudly.

Su Ju took a step closer to the thin man, looked over his head, glanced at the few people behind him, and snorted coldly: You guys take a good look, look at the villagers sitting paralyzed on the ground, which one doesn't need help? Which one doesn't need protection? They have no relatives, no loved ones, and they don't ask you to add to the fire and contribute to it, but I ask you not to add chaos to your heart. If it was your old and young wives and children who had an accident, would you still be interviewed and reported as if nothing had happened?

Several media people carrying heavy equipment were red-faced when they were reprimanded by the Soviet Bureau, but they were reluctant to leave.

The Soviet Bureau crossed his arms and said coldly: If a media person has no conscience, how can he be responsible? If you don't have responsibility, how can you talk about enjoying your rights? Give you a minute to leave on your own, if not......

She paused, turned her head sideways and shouted at the officer next to her: In a minute, if they don't leave, they will all be detained for obstruction of official business.

The grief-stricken villagers all felt happy when they heard the words of the Soviet Bureau.

After a few short seconds, several media people, disgraced and embarrassed, fled.

Su Ju's soft gaze gently stroked the villagers' bodies, and when she saw the stunned Xiaokang, her brows frowned slightly, and her eyes stopped.

In Xiaokang's arms, he hugged his daughter-in-law's hollow and light skin.

The skin that took off the flesh and blood was not stressed at all, he was grieving, the strength in his hands was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, and the white Sensen's skin had been inadvertently pilled into a white human skin mound.

Under the kind persuasion of several police officers, the wrinkled white skin was finally taken out of Xiaokang's arms.

I stared at the swaying white skin, suddenly thought of something, left Sister Yun, and ran home like crazy.

When I ran to the west window of the north house, I saw the miserable white and flat curtains, like a pool of stagnant water, without a trace of waves, shining in the sunlight.

Suddenly, a northwest wind blew up, and the white and shining curtains, like a white cloak waving in the wind, floated straight and straight, without a trace of wrinkles. On the side of the window, there were scarlet blood vessels as thick as hair.

A sudden voice rang in my ears: it was human skin.

The voice was soft, but fierce, and I leaned against the door frame, finally holding my weak legs.

Looking back, it was the Soviet Bureau that spoke. Behind her, Sister Yun and the villagers were close to her.

The window on the west side of the north house is not wide, but it costs three or four white human skins to make a curtain.

Last night, I slept for eight or nine hours under a few human skin curtains. Looking back now, I can't help but feel scared in my heart.

Sister Yun grabbed me by the back and dragged me out. The purple skirt under her knees has been dry for most of the time, her steps are light, and her skirt shadow is like a wave.

She pinched me on the shoulder and whispered, "Don't think about it so much, it's just a prank."

Actually, Sister Yun and I are fortunate in misfortune. The day after she returned, many murderous incidents broke out in the village one after another, and she and I avoided them one by one.

The Soviet Bureau arranged for several police officers to take away a few human skins from the west window.

But in the house, there is always a fishy smell that is difficult to remove.

Tonight, no matter what, I'm sure I won't be staying in the North House.