It was as if a bell had struck, and a massacre had begun under the cover of the night. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The whole village seemed to be filled with the smell of blood again, Qingming took Xu Mi back to the hotel, and he never slept that night.

Those dozen people deserve to die, so Qingming didn't mean to save them, but he was still a little depressed in his heart.

If you really can't get out here, then can you and Xu Mi really have to stay here for the rest of your life?

He has always dared not think about the things of his life, he is afraid, he is afraid that he will lose the courage to go on by thinking too much.

Glancing at the girl who was asleep on his shoulder, he gently stroked the hair from her ear, and just as the night was about to pass, Qingming heard a very pleasant sound.

Like the sound of a flute or a flute, the sound is extremely crisp, at first Qingming thought it was his own illusion, but when he listened closely, the sound was extremely distinct.

Without waking up the sleeping girl, Qingming gently put her on the bed, opened the door, and walked away.

The darkness outside the house seemed to be the dying struggle of the night, and Qingming walked very carefully, for fear of making any noise to attract the people in the village who had gone crazy.

The voice grew clearer and clearer, and he got closer and closer to the square.

The bonfire is extinguished,

With the help of the only remaining firelight, Qingming saw a figure, and all the surrounding villagers had disappeared, leaving only that figure.

Slowly approaching, Qingming saw an old man, an old man who sold shrouds that day, the flute whimpered, a kind of sadness and ripples.

"Is that you?" Qingming walked out.

At the end of the song, the old man looked at Qingming and replied softly: "It's me." ”

"Who are you?" Qingming spoke again.

"Who am I?" The old man let out an old laugh, "I am a dead man. ”

Qingming still wanted to ask, but the old man spoke again: "Would you like to listen to me tell a story?" ”

Qingming nodded.

"I was fifteen years old that year, I had a father and a mother and a big brother, that year the eldest brother reached the age of marriage, through the introduction of the village people to meet the girl in the next village, that day, the eldest brother was going to get married, the family was very happy to prepare, waiting for the bride to enter the door."

"It was also that year that a group of people came to the village, who claimed to be from a very large city, who knew a lot and were knowledgeable, and received a warm reception from the people in the village."

"The eldest brother also invited them on the wedding day, but no one expected that when the night fell and the wedding banquet was at the end, some people began to fall slowly, at first they thought they were drunk, but then more and more people fell."

"They poisoned them, and all the people who came to the banquet died, and they started killing the women and children, and they didn't spare any of them."

"There was only one person who hid, and that person was me." The old man's voice trembled.

"Do you know what it's like to kill? Before that, I didn't even dare to watch my mother kill chickens, and I even thought it was a sin to eat meat, but that day I saw hell. ”

The old man asked Qingming, "Have you ever seen hell?" The ground is not clear water but red blood, with a fishy smell, flowing under your feet, when you lift your feet, the blood sticks to your shoes, it is the dead who are grabbing your feet, let you avenge them. ”

"I have never seen so much blood in my life, the blood of seventy-seven families, all flowing under my feet, I hear their cries, their hatred, they want me to take revenge!"

"The first person I killed was the man named Han Lu, his foot was beaten with a stick by Uncle Li before he died, and he was already injured."

The old man's eyes turned red, he was laughing, the muscles in his face were twitching, "I broke his other leg with a stick, and then his hand, and he begged me to spare him, and I cut off his tongue, and when the blood sprayed all over me, I was so frightened that my hand began to shake halfway through the cut, and then I stopped, and watched him roll on the ground, howling in pain, and by the time I walked over again, he was dead." ”

The old man took a puff and continued.

"The second person seems to be named Li Ze, I found a steel bar to pierce his body, nailed him to the wall, and let him watch his blood slowly drip down, and slowly die in extreme pain."

Qingming listened to it with a creepy sound.

"The third person is Zhou Bin, he died more comfortably, I dug a trap and crippled his leg first, you know? Actually, I didn't kill him, it was his group of friends who killed him, and I hid by him and watched him be strangled by his own companions, just as they strangled Li Qun in the first place. ”

Li Qun is the one who died at the beginning.

"Then I realized that I didn't need to kill them at all, because they had already started killing each other."

"What they want is the treasure in the village, the holy relic enshrined in the ancestral hall, and they can get an extra share for every one person missing."

The old man laughed terribly, "If there is still a devil in this world, it must be human beings themselves." He said.