"Xiao Liang, stretch out your right index finger and click it, and you can kill the enemy; Bend your index finger and flick it, and you can split it; Stretch out your index finger and clasp it on your forehead, and you can breathe ghost fire, but you have to say it silently, whew! ”

My ears were filled with the tricks that this old fairy had taught me, and I didn't dare to try it in person, but I memorized it silently in my heart, and it was not until I remembered it firmly that the voice slowly disappeared.

That mantra, one more word than before, is so powerful. I really can't think of it, but I don't dare to try it now, in case I spew out a ghost fire and burn the big poplar tree opposite, then the team secretary won't let me pay for it.

So, while my heart was churning, I kept rubbing the index finger of my right hand, which had just been a little itchy, until my fingers returned to normal, and then I spread my legs and ran home quickly.

Encountering this old fairy was purely an accident, as for him teaching me these three tricks, I was also a little skeptical, I couldn't care so much, seeing the northeast wind blowing like a howl, I ran so fast along the road.

It was dark, and I passed the bottom of the pot, and I don't know why, but I didn't meet anyone passing by. I soon arrived at the brick kiln, and when I looked, there was nothing outside, but there was a bunch of black things in the cavity of this kiln.

Originally, there was a smear of black inside this brick kiln, but when I came, I deliberately looked at it, and there was nothing in it, and now when the northeast wind blows, why is there suddenly a bunch of things.

In normal rural areas, these brick-burning kilns have two doors, one is a small door for bricks, which is mostly flush with the ground, so that the bricks can be pulled away by a plate truck when they are out of the kiln. The other main gate is below the ground, mostly in the other direction, digging down two or three meters deep, so that it is convenient to add coal to this cave.

Now, when I look at the clump, it's curled up on the edge of a smoking hole at the bottom of the kiln, and it seems to be moving slowly. This movement is not to walk with your legs outstretched, but to crawl as a whole.

In other words, this black thing is not a human or an animal with legs and feet at all. If it had legs and legs, I don't think it would have to crawl around the walls of the kiln.

I had never seen anything like it, so I stopped, stood at the main entrance of the brick-burning kiln, and stared at the thing carefully. To be honest, now that the northeast wind is blowing so fiercely, I feel a little cool.

My eyesight is excellent, not to mention that I'm so close to this thing now, even if it's a little farther away, I can see it clearly. This thing is a lump of black. The black was completely black, except that it was lying on the ground, and it was obvious that there were some irregular protrusions on its body.

As soon as I saw that this thing was really rare, I tried to look into its body, but I didn't expect that my eyes, which could penetrate the dark flesh of the brick wall and dirt, could not see inside this thing.

So, I don't know how thick this thing really is, and what kind of internal organs are in it. When I first saw it, I thought it was an old sow that had run in.

But now, when I look at it, this thing is a black mess, and I really don't see what this thing is. I glanced at the smoke hole on the side, and found that the hole that went straight to the top of the brick-fired kiln, the soot that was originally attached to it, I don't know what had rubbed it in, but it was bare, and even a little shiny.

I looked at it for a while, and found that this black guy did not want to get into this smoke hole, but slowly crawled to the side from this smoke hole. It didn't move much of its whole body, just squirmed silently against the cave wall.

The wind was howling outside, and it seemed like it was going to rain heavily, but I couldn't smell the smell of rain in the wind. And what the hell is this black guy under this kiln, will this thing come at me and rub me to the ground?

I thought, I'm not so popular, right, whoever sees me will ravage me? Seeing this thing climb so slowly, and completely unscathed, I didn't feel any fear at all, except that I was a little strange.

I'm afraid this brick kiln has been deserted for a long time, if not, then why doesn't it feel a little dry. In the cavity of the normal brick kiln, it is quite dry, after all, it takes about a week to burn the bricks once.

However, I feel that there is even a bit of a tidal feeling in this brick kiln, and the northeast wind is pouring in from the mouth of the brick kiln, and there is no soot rising in the kiln cavity at all.

I didn't go down into the kiln, I was afraid of this black thing, if it suddenly exerted force, such a small space, I wanted to run more difficult. So, I found a broken brick on the ground and threw it at the black thing.

I threw it quite accurately, and it hit the black thing in one fell swoop. Originally, I thought that this thing should be soft like a pile of pork, and when the bricks hit it, it should be a muffled pop.

But as soon as the brick fell, it bounced off the black thing with a bang, and fell to the ground. I listened to that voice, and it was exactly the same as the sound of smashing on the iron page.

This thing is actually a hard gang, so when I see it squirming along the cave wall, the edges of the body are clearly soft. Could it be that this thing has a thick carapace on its body, just like the old turtle in the river?

I couldn't see its body, but I could see it clearly. This thing is pitch black, and there seems to be some oil on its body, but what is exposed outside is not an old turtle shell at all, it is clearly its body.

But this body is as hard as an iron leaf. It's such a strange thing, and I don't know where this thing came from.

At this time, I saw a very small mouse, from the top of another smoke hole, running down from the top, I don't know whether this thing was picked up by something else, or blown by the wind, it climbed from top to bottom, almost rolling and crawling, and fell to the bottom of the kiln at once.

As soon as it fell, the little mouse rolled over, stood firm, and then ran along the edge of the bottom of the kiln as fast as if it were crazy. Running so fast, I saw that its little paws were bouncing off the soot at the bottom of the kiln.

However, the direction in which the little mouse ran was exactly the direction in which the black thing was wriggling, that is, the two things were moving face to face along the bottom of the kiln. However, how fast the little mouse ran, in the blink of an eye, ran in front of this black thing.

As soon as I saw it, this little mouse would definitely jump on the black thing, and then step on it and continue to run. However, what I didn't expect was that this step mouse was just next to this black thing, and the edge of this black thing was lifted up all of a sudden, just like opening its mouth slightly, and the little mouse got into it all of a sudden due to inertia.