I could scarcely take my eyes off it, but, in ten minutes or so, the golden light and shadow disappeared at once, and the place was plunged into darkness like a lamp that suddenly went out.

I haven't encountered such a situation yet, even if it is a ghost fire, how can it suddenly appear and disappear suddenly. I rubbed my eyes and thought there must be something going on in that place, and as for what it was, I must go and see it after a while.

But then I think about it, it's a mass grave, what's the matter, it's not like I haven't been there, even if those skeletons chase me again and pinch me, don't I have a pyridoxine killer now?!

I was proud for a while, and I involuntarily touched the small protrusion on my right wrist, which was a small fleshy lump, which did not hurt, itch, or slump.

I've seen these big poplars, and they're all slowly shaking their leaves in the northeast wind. The poplar leaves that grew high even came from a burst of rattling sounds, and the sound was like someone clapping their hands not far away.

I turned around and trotted north, and in a short time I was at the location of the well house on thirty-three acres. Now it's getting dark, and with such a long road, there is no one to go home, and I don't want to linger too long, so I want to go back quickly and eat something.

However, when I saw that on the roof of the bungalow in the well house, there was a thornhorn bud that grew very tall, and I felt very special when I stood on this road. Because this thornhorn bud is a long stem, straight up, and then at the very top, it blooms a red flower.

Generally, the red of the thorn buds is a light plum red, but this one is a heavy bright red, and the flowers seem to be still moving. This thorn bud is covered with jagged thorns, and in the package of these thorns, there is such a flower bone that looks like it has been coated with human blood!

I saw that the thorn bud was not normal, so I stopped, but did not come closer, just stood on the side of the road and looked at the roof of the well. It was cloudy and dark, but the air wasn't moist at all, and it even felt extremely dry.

But when I looked closely, the thorn buds were so fresh and tender that they looked like they had just been fished out of the water, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

I couldn't help but look around, there was a well next to the crooked pine tree, the water surface of this well was very deep, it was impossible to spray water to pour it on the thorn bud, after all, this thorn bud grows at the bottom of this machine well room.

Now there was no one to water the field, and there was silence all around, and there was no one around. Then why did this thornhorn bud grow so fresh and look so vivid at night when there was not even a drop of dew?

Curiosity, let me slowly approach this well room from the road. I just wanted to see why this thornhorn bud was so different. Thorn buds are too common in our place, roadside, fields, fields, everywhere, this thing is full of thorns, but the cattle and sheep at home like to eat it.

I've done it many times, but each time I've been prick at the thorns on the leaves of the thorn buds. But now, when I see this strange-looking and unusually strange thorn bud, I don't feel the slightest urge to pluck it off.

I was standing about ten meters away from the well room, on both sides of the cotton fields, which had grown more than I had grown taller than I had gone out at both ends, and the red, pink and white flowers, mixed with the dark green cotton leaves, looked very shy.

As soon as I stood still, I felt that something had moved in the corner of the wall in front of the well room. I quickly looked at it with wide eyes, and there was nothing alive except the wind blowing gently.

I looked inside the well room, there was really nothing in it, except for a few broken bricks, and a few piles of dried poop mounds, which were really empty.

Could it be that I'm dazzled? Probably not, I've never been dazzled, and even though I'm young, I have good eyesight. I looked at the corner again, but I saw something at this time.

In the corner of the wall, there were a few bricks that had been pulled out at intervals, but those bricks were not all sucked away, they were so loose and stunned, and in the middle of the bricks that stretched out, there was a very small skull!

When I saw it, I was startled and quickly jumped out a few steps away. How can there be such a thing in this place, and there is no grave here, how can this be?

Actually, I am not unfamiliar with this skull, and I am not very afraid, but what makes me frightened is, how could this thing appear in the brick crack of this machine well room? It's weird.

I hurriedly turned my head to look around the road, but there was still no one moving, is it already late at night?

The big poplars on both sides of the road were already making a continuous rattling sound, and the sound was like the waves of the sea. The northeast wind was blowing a little harder, and I clearly felt that the corners of my clothes were about to be lifted.

There was dust on the road that was kicked up by the wind, and the dust blew from behind me, and I smelled the familiar smell, and I don't know when there was a slight smell of rotting.

My heart tightened, I was afraid that I had encountered something dirty again. But I was very calm, looking at the skull that had rotted badly, and slowly tried to retreat into the road.

Before I could take two steps out, I saw that the skull's strength came from somewhere, and it came out of the crack in the brick.

When I looked, this thing could still penetrate the wall? I saw that the skull that came out did not rush towards me, but jumped on the roof of the well room as if it flicked, and then hung there, swimming to the edge of the thorn bud that had been blown a little crooked by the northeast wind.

It stands to reason that now that the northeast wind is blowing, the thorn bud should be tilted to the southwest, but when the skull is close to the thorn bud, the thorn bud is like a soul possession, the stem shakes, and it stands up straight, and the bright red thorn bud flower, like a very small trumpet, slowly bends down, and bends the bright red horn in my direction little by little.

I looked, and ouch, this thing is alive. The thorn bud flower looked even more bright red in the dark night, and from the middle of the open petals, there seemed to be a stream of blood, which suddenly dyed the flower bones red.