Dude started to get busy, and he seemed confident again, because he didn't stutter anymore. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Moreover, he may make the town change his opinion of him, and he firmly believes that the owner of the chicken farm will definitely look at him differently after hearing Zhang Dada's confession.

That afternoon, he went back to the cabin, took off his dirty white shirt, fetched a large bucket of water, and stood at the back of the cabin to give himself a cool bath just as the sun set. He thought the Crest soap smelled good, and although it cost him 3.2 yuan, he could use it to buy a pack of cigarettes. You can also leave 1 yuan 2, the cigarette is only 2 yuan, if it is tobacco, it is cheaper, he usually chews tobacco, or wraps the tobacco and smokes it, and the old man who sells tobacco will always reward him when he meets him in the market.

After washing himself, Dude came out from behind the hut with an empty bucket. He walked to the door, reached out and pushed the wooden door open, and the wooden door creaked. He threw the bucket on the ground with a clatter, and the clinker bucket fell and hit the barrel with a muffled sound. He looked around the house, a cool ragged chair, a swarthy desk fan, all of which he had picked up from a garbage dump not far away. In fact, this house is not a wooden house, it can only be regarded as an earthen house, the walls are all mud, and only the main structure is large wood. The house was cool, and there was no cooler room than him, even on the hottest dog days. He had just finished taking a cold shower and walked into the room with a shiver. His house has a total of three rooms, with a hall in the middle, a bedroom on the left, and a stove and utility room on the right. The three rooms were full of things he had picked up from the garbage heap, and he was going to take them to Wan Chang to deceive the second-hand store owner, or to wait until the second half of the year or the Chinese New Year for tourists or believers who would go to Longmen Mountain to worship. Oh, and March 3rd every year. "On March 3, climb Longmen Mountain. Haha~ Fool. Dude softly hummed a popular proverb about Longmen Mountain in the town. He threw his dirty laundry on the top of the back of the cool chair, then sat down with his ass and let out a sigh of satisfaction. "I'm going to bypass you little rabbit cubs today, the uncle has something serious to do!hahaha~" He was in a good mood, and his face was full of smiles. If he had known what was next, probably he wouldn't have laughed.

He didn't light his own lamp, and the town was always short of electricity during the summer, and his house was forced to lose power. He didn't care, he had gone to them, the authorities, the stupid people. A mongrel whose eyes only look upwards. He had sought them out, and they always prevaricated him. "Dude, we can't help it, it's all the same, if you want to make trouble, go to the district, go to the city, we really can't help it, the kerosene lamp that my family still lights up, use a pu fan to heat it! You're good enough there, at least it's not hot!" "it*, he doesn't believe the kerosene lamp they lit, use the pu fan to heat it, isn't the poverty alleviation money given by the city to the town swallowed by the town's masters, and the village's one, it's okay to swallow it." If the city calls or does a poll on the spot, the answers are all prepared for them, what questions, what answers, all written on a piece of paper, you just have to answer them. They spy on you when you answer, and if you answer correctly, you will be rewarded with 200 yuan per person, and if you answer incorrectly, hum~ you just wait. "You all think the countryside is thriving, haha, unless you're a fool!" Dude moved his ass again, speaking into the gray air.

The long days in summer are annoying, and the sky is still bright when you should have gone to bed, which makes you feel embarrassed. If you go to sleep, you will be scolded as a lazy and lazy uninsured household, waiting to receive the state's welfare money to live, he will also go there, and one day, he will be too old to walk, and his teeth will fall out. Dragging his legs, he will also be sent to a nursing home, because he is a lonely old man with no children and no daughters. But at least let him clear his resentment, he doesn't want to be so old that he is dying and someone calls him a chicken thief. He really didn't expect that Zhang Dada's stupid and cunning bastard to go around preaching how he tricked him into stealing medicine from his father, "He said he was going to beat me, if I didn't give him the poison that my father had just bought." "Haha, what the result. He had the sympathy of everybody, and he was beaten into a cripple, wasn't he just a dead nest of chickens! The people of this town are so cruel. He, a 15-year-old, was tricked by a little beast of five or six years old. Is he stupid? He's stupid!

"Yes, you are indeed stupid. Suddenly, a voice floated from the woods on the other side of the garbage heap, softly. Like ridicule, like sympathy.

Dude thought he had misheard, and he looked around in a panic, but he didn't see anyone. He rubbed his head, surely his own auditory hallucinations.

"Dude, he's not coming!" the voice floated again. This time it's closer. It seemed to be right in his ears.

He sat up straight, and he felt goosebumps all over his body, and all the hairs in his stamina stood on end. He stood motionless, and he felt that someone was behind him, maybe not human. it~, he can't tell whose voice it is, and he can't even tell the difference between men and women. He was stupefied.

"Are you—who are—?" he asked, in a trembling voice. He began to stutter again.

"Who am I? I am who you say I am!" the voice replied calmly. The thing seemed to walk away from behind him.

Dude really regretted that he didn't light his kerosene lamp. He regretted dying. But the sky was still a little brighter, just- just-

He listened carefully to the voice, as if trying to discern where it was coming from, from which, oh, oh, oh! He held his breath and slowly turned his head to look at his bedroom door.

A thick black shadow was standing in the doorway of his bedroom, like smoke and like - he couldn't tell, he just felt horrified. That mass of things, swarthy, stood there. He heard the sound of snoring and sucking water.

"What are you—what—what?" he tilted his head, not daring to move a single cent. He didn't believe in ghosts, never did, but, but!

The thing took another step forward. Yes, it seemed to have legs, and it took another step forward. But he couldn't see his legs, he didn't have legs, just a dark shadow. At this moment, there was a scream from the forest opposite him, the scream of a child, as if crying for help. The voice sounded creepy, what the was going on, he had never encountered a paranormal event in this place. Never, it must have been the little rabbit's prank, holding the tape recorder from a distance, there are always such naughty little brutes, little brutes who can never stop.

"Hahahahaha~" The thing let out a shriek. Then it moved towards him again. "How about you take a look!"

Dude's eyes widened, and he looked at the mass of things, and his pupils began to dilate and dilate, and then—then, his head turned to one side, and slowly lowered his head. His hands fell naturally to the ground. (To be continued.) )