The evil village chief Lin stood in the hall for a while, and then walked towards the kitchen at home.

Her mother's sleepwalking-like symptoms, Sister Lin has seen it no less than three times.

Three times, three lives left this world.

The first time was the family's chicken, the second time was the family's goose, and the third time was the family's old dog that had been raised for almost ten years.

This time, the devil knows what it will be!

Third Sister Lin immediately remembered the scholar who lived in the outhouse, and her heart was pounding.

She wanted to go over and stop her mother, but she just thought about it.

She was afraid, really afraid, because there was a strangeness to such a mother.

She didn't dare to shout, first, for fear that her mother would find out about her, and then what terrible consequences would happen, and second, she was worried that once the villagers found out about her mother's abnormality, it would be unfavorable to her mother, the village chief.

The small village of Chi Qian Wang Baduo, their family has been in the village for too long, and they have to be careful in what they do.

At most, the mother will kill some chickens, geese and pigs, and then kill some people.

Third Sister Lin's eyes lit up, and she became more and more sure of her thoughts.

Others will lose their lives at most, but she must not lose her mother!

So at this time, she always nested in her quilt and pretended to be dead, thinking that hiding in the shell like a shrunken turtle would avoid all disasters.

Village Chief Lin wore brightly embroidered shoes and carried a kitchen knife out of the house.

No matter where the kitchen knives and scissors are hidden at home, she can always find them when she sleepwalks.

Under the moonlight, the old village chief Lin's face was very pale, dazzlingly white, like the white flags hanging behind the dead in the village.

Some muffled sounds came out of her mouth, and then she turned her gaze in the direction of her room.

Her steps looked old, but she landed so lightly that she barely made a sound.

At this moment, Ji Que was sleeping in the house, without the slightest intention of waking up, and there was even a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

Village Chief Lin walked towards the house where he was, and the dark kitchen knife in his hand emitted a faint cold light.

The door in the guest room was closed from the inside, but it was not a problem for Village Chief Lin.

She came to the door of the house, and with a kitchen knife, she pried the crack in the door, and the already worn deadbolt suddenly lost its effect and hung aside.

There was a squeak, and the sound was very soft and fine.

The door was opened, and Ji Que in the house was still asleep and did not wake up.

Village Chief Lin scanned the room with empty eyes, and his gaze quickly turned from the bed to the chaise longue in the dark.

On the recliner, Ji Que slept there, sleeping very sweetly, as sweet as eating honey.

His presence, like a firefly in the night, immediately attracted the attention of the old woman.

Although the village chief is old and even has a strange disease, the handsome scholar still has a lot of attraction to her.

She walked slowly to the chaise longue and stared at Ji Que with her hollow eyes that seemed to be unable to gather any light, as if she was staring at meat on a cutting board.

She had a knife in her hand, a kitchen knife for cutting meat, the blade of which was dull in color and sharp.

The next moment, Village Chief Lin's face began to distort, and the knife in his hand was raised.

Ji Que in front of her is like the chicken, the goose, and the old dog in the house before, only killing it can calm her down.

"Whew, whew, whew......"

Village Chief Lin made a very strange sound from his mouth, and then in the next moment, the kitchen knife went straight down.

Her movements are crisp and neat, and she is as skilled as she usually does when chopping chickens and slaughtering geese.

But at this moment, I saw a dull flash of knife light, and the kitchen knife that should have been chopped on the door of the scholar's head flicked back, and slashed into the shoulder of Village Chief Lin with a click.

The fat on Village Chief Lin's chin shook a few times, a little disgusting, and the expression on his face was even more distorted.

Even after being stabbed to the bone, Village Chief Lin still did not scream, struggle, or even bleed.

On the recliner, Ji Que's breathing was steady, as if he was still asleep.

From the slightly raised corners of his mouth, it can be seen that he should have dreamed of something happy.

The moment he flicked the knife back just now was more like his unconscious hand dancing in a dream.

Village Chief Lin looked at this scene and was stunned for a moment, then pulled the kitchen knife off his shoulder and looked at Ji Que again.

She stood there, concentrating, the veins on her face bulging, and she slashed down again.

This knife was faster and more fierce than just now, and it was about to cut Ji Que's head in half.

As a result, the next moment, only a muffled click was heard, which was the sound of a kitchen knife anviling into the meat.

Village Chief Lin stood in place, but there was an extra kitchen knife on his face.

The kitchen knife was embedded so deeply that it seemed to split her old face into two petals, so her slightly stunned expression seemed to have become two petals.

On the recliner, Ji Que seemed to be still asleep, and even snoring.

Village Chief Lin's face twisted and became extremely hideous, and then, without saying a word, she walked outside the house, and her steps were quite fast.

As a result, just as she was about to walk out of the guest room, a very young voice suddenly sounded behind her - "It's too rude to cut people and want to leave." ”。

Village Chief Lin paused and turned around, with the kitchen knife still embedded in the center of his face, looking like a hideous demon.

Ji Que was still lying on the recliner, but this time he had opened his eyes.

He had always been alert to bad luck all year round, but tonight the appearance of this old woman still made him feel a little surprised.

Because it wasn't until the other party walked in front of him and raised the knife to make a "whirring" sound that he woke up from his dream.

This is something that has rarely happened in the past.

You must know that he has encountered several burglaries and robberies before, and every time the bad guy just pushes the window or wooden door, or just wants to use a bamboo tube through the window paper, and wants to vomit drugs, he can wake up from his sleep in time.

And this time, he was unknowingly approached by the other party.

Does this mean that this old woman has a very clever body, or that she is very strange and cannot be inferred by common sense?

Today's Ji Que is more inclined to the second view.

The old woman had a deep wound on her shoulder, and a sharp kitchen knife embedded in her face, but she still didn't show any discomfort.

She didn't shed even a drop of blood.

No matter how anemic the elderly are, they can't be so poor, which can only show that the other party is not human.

Ah, I've met something that isn't human again.

This frequency cannot be said to be high, but it must not be said to be low.

For a while, Ji Que couldn't help but feel a little depressed, his dress, his appearance, was more Caichen than Caichen, how could he encounter this kind of thing twice as an old woman.

What about Xiaoqian? If you don't have Xiaoqian, you can have something good-looking, but what kind of crooked melon and cracked dates are these.

So he couldn't help but complain: "You guys, there's no one younger?" ”

As he spoke, he stood in front of the old woman, as if questioning the fellow.