Hu Sheng sat on the edge of the cistern, his eyes looking west, and he could see the sky above the Valley of the Immortals. The Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info gray and gray and not the color of the sky above his own head. A cumulonimbus cloud rested above it, looking foggy. In the distance, there was a rooster crowing from nowhere, and he saw his clouds move. Cumulonimbus, at this time? He tilted his head and looked at it again, and the black notebook in his hand fell to the mud with a clatter. He shook his hand, bent down to pick up the black notebook, and a cauliflower snake was crawling slowly in front of him towards the grass next to the yard. He looked at the snake motionlessly, thinking how strange it could be, how could there be a snake? He watched the snake burrow into the grass, and then he looked up, and the cumulonimbus clouds of the Valley of the Immortals were gone. Was he just dazzled? No!

There was a cumulonimbus cloud just now. The voice in his head rang again.

"But it's gone. Hu Sheng said to himself, he stood up, glanced at the black notebook again, and casually threw it into the gap between the cistern and the wall of the house. The black book disappeared in an instant.

Well done, no one will find it. The voice praised him. Hu Sheng nodded, as if in response to the voice. He stood for a moment, then put his cotton and linen shirt over his vest shirt. He walked around the cistern and pushed open the back door. Walk into the hall from the stove room, and then open the door of the hall house, and a beautiful morning glow slowly rises from the eastern sky. He shook his body and quickly took two steps back into the room.

You know what you are? You're a shitty thing! You beat my dog, you little bastard. Small mongrel, small mongrel, small mongrel......

Please, please, I was wrong, I was wrong, let me go, let me go, please. Stop beating me, stop hitting me!

Shoot him, kill him bitch, grass you fucking bastard.

You remember, you remember. The voice in Hu Sheng's head began to speak again.

"yes, I remember, I remember how those bastards beat me. Hu Sheng frowned, sinking into painful memories—

He lay alone in a pool of blood, his head cracked wide, and the blood ran down his forehead to his eyes, and it would continue until the wound had scabbed over.

He's going to die, and he knows they're going to beat him to death. He tried to open his eyes, to write down all the names of those who had beaten him, but—he was dizzy, dizzy, and his ears were ringing, and he could only see them through a slit that couldn't be thinner.

They were discussing what to do with him, and he heard a group of them sitting on the ridge. He should have yelled, but they would have fought harder, and the one who took the lead said that if he didn't scream, he would hit him less. But they were almost going to kill him, he was going to die, the whole world was spinning, and the crowd was sitting around, chirping and arguing, and he stretched out his hand, and tried to climb out of the dry field, and tried to cry for help, and he opened his mouth wide and shouted hard, but only spit out a small syllable like 'ah', which was so small that even he couldn't hear it. Then the gang of men who had beaten him clashed, and one of them shouted, "Throw him into the valley, throw him there, and that's all." "Who's going?" asked the other in horror, "I'm not going to that hell place." "They were going to throw him into that haunted valley, no, he didn't go there, don't throw him there, and he tried to cry out, but he didn't make any sound—

You can't escape, heart.

The gang finally decided to guess the boxing, and the loser was responsible for throwing the beaten half-dead Hu Sheng to the Guigu.

The valley was U-shaped, and the recessed place was full of rocks and crazy purple grass, as well as immortal flowers, which were very similar to sunflowers. But it does not bear melon seeds or towards the sun, but is just a yellow flower with purple that grows unusually tall. Out of the valley are two pieces of cultivated land, two very small plots of farmland, one of which is close to the valley has been deserted, the land has not grown any crops, and the other is full of watermelons, in the morning, Hu Sheng and Xu Fei squatted in this field to gnaw watermelons.

A group of them carried Hu Sheng to the front of the valley, and walked a few hundred meters to the watermelon field. The night was quiet, and there was no sound in this place except for the chirping of summer insects. All the people who were working in the fields went home to drink and watch TV. Today, there are not many people who go to the ground.

"Hey, you two guys, carry him in. Put it on that big rock. The child who took the lead pointed to the other two children who had lost the guessing box. "Quick!" his voice trembled.

The two children were terrified, but now they were too hard to ride, and if they didn't throw the unfortunate fellow into it, they wouldn't have any good fruit to eat.

One of them grabbed Hu Sheng's shoulders, and the other grabbed Hu Sheng's feet. At this time, Hu Sheng had completely fainted. Both of his hands hung naturally in the dirt, without the slightest anger.

"Is he dead?"

"It should be dead. ”

"My dad would beat me to death. ”

"So you can't let people find out. ”

"My dad said that there is no good person in the Zhao Coal family. Woo woo woo ~ "

"Don't cry. Hurry up, throw him away, and we'll run. ”

"My grandmother said there were ghosts here. ”

"Just don't mess with them. ”

Woo woo woo ~ The two children limped to the front of the valley with Hu Sheng, and they crossed the watermelon field, then through the wasteland, and took two more steps into the center of the valley, and by the not-so-bright moonlight they saw the great dark purple stone and the immortal flower.

At this moment, Ga ~ Ga ~ Ga ~ Ga ~ Suddenly a big black crow flew out from the depths of the valley. It flapped its wings and flew over the heads of the two children carrying Hu Sheng.

Ahhh They threw down the Hu Sheng, turned around and ran. The big brother who took the lead was also frightened, and he ran back. As soon as he ran, the other children followed. Except for Hu Sheng, he was left there alone.

Hu Sheng stood at the door of the hall, he tilted his head and thought about it, and then walked to the bedroom door, he gently pushed the door open a small gap, and probed in. Li Zhen still did what she did just now, and she didn't even move. He looked at her with a confused look in his eyes. He looked at her for a moment, then gently closed the door again. He turned and walked towards the stove.

Don't go there, don't go. The voice in his head was speaking again.

"When have I ever been scared. I'm not afraid of anything, am I? Hu Sheng said softly. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly. He walked to the stove room, walked to the water tank and stood for a while, next to the water tank was a manual water pressure valve, when he and An Xin just came back, An Xin liked this water pressure valve very much, and every time the water tank ran out of water, she came to press the water. Next to the pressurized water valve was a cupboard, a very old cupboard, repaired with stone and tiles, as tall as someone. When you are tired of pressurized water, rest on this cupboard. He glanced down at the water tank, there was no water in it, and he had to press the water. He turned around again, took two steps, and leaned sideways to lean against the cupboard.

But Anxin stood there, in the cobwebs beside the cupboard, the cobwebs brushed against her cheeks like feathers, her black hair looked dry and dirty, and her eyes were deep and alert, and the grief was especially evident on her pale face. As soon as she spoke, Hu Sheng knew that he should throw the black book farther.

"Don't touch it. She said angrily, "That's my water press." Before Hu Sheng could touch the pressure valve, she pushed him away. Her fingers touched his bare arm, and with such a slight touch, Hu Sheng felt the fingers ice like a branch after frost and dew. (To be continued.) )