The bare shoulder, who was still trying to pull out his head, suddenly stood on the ground from the gray-brown smoke, his eyes were round, his hands were claw-shaped, and he grabbed his face fiercely, all the way without stopping, straight on his waist, chest, and stomach, and grabbed out several deep blood channels at once, and the bright red blood instantly flowed down his face like urine.

And this guy didn't even know the pain, and after catching himself, he jumped out of the hole onto the road at once, and shot at the partner who showed his backbone on the side. The partner was pouting his buttocks, holding a shovel and concentrating on chopping the roots of the tree, and was scratched by this guy, probably in pain, and with a snort, even the shovel didn't have time to let go, so he stood up straight in pain, turned his head and looked back.

But the shovel in his hand was actually flat and suddenly slashed into the neck of the man who stretched out two big claws. If you think about it, the blade of that shovel has been digging trees, and it has been sharpened to an extremely sharp point, and this time, it directly ploughed more than half of people's necks.

Oh my God, that's good, the clawed guy's neck is like tap water, spurting out bright red blood in a frenzy. Especially in the sunlight of this white flower, the blood is like a fountain, soaring that far.

At this moment, the blood flowed like a torrent, and several people on the side saw it and immediately shouted. The guy whose neck was cut turned his head and ran south along the road, and before he had run a few steps, his head fell back, and the head was as if he was unconscious, and suddenly drooped to his back.

But he still ran south without his life, and in the white sunshine, a man with his head on his back, spurting blood outward, and scratching with his hands stretched out, rushed south like crazy.

What is really unexpected is that he ran fast, but on this road, it has long been blocked by those cars, tools, and even standing people, but this guy is sprayed with blood, and his head is on his back, but he can find his way forward with great ease.

Like a monkey, he jumped and jumped, flashing past cars, tools, and even people, leaving only thin blood channels that glowed strangely in the sunlight.

When people saw it, they were so frightened that they avoided it, and while exclaiming, they went to hug their children, but the man who ran wildly actually ran to the middle of a few poplar trees that grew taller in one breath, and without looking, the two hands that had become claws were directly like steel drills, and they were fiercely thrust into a shirtless man.

Oh my God, this man had heard the exclamation, so he straightened up and stood there to see what was going on, but he didn't expect to wipe the sweat off his face, and he felt a gust of wind blowing on his face, and his body popped, and the pain in his heart immediately hit his whole body.

Just when this person was so painful that he could see the person in front of him clearly, his eyes were closed, and his legs were weak and he fainted to the ground. At this time, the guy who carried his head on his back, followed by the person who had fainted, also fell to the ground.

There was no more blood in his neck, and the blood foamed out of the bubble, while his hands dug deep into the man's chest.

The people on the side screamed in amazement, and they all rushed over, trying to separate them, but helplessly, this guy's hands were like barbs inside, and he couldn't open them, and the person who passed out was moved by the people and woke up again.

When he woke up, he let out a heart-rending howl, which was even more tragic than the cry of someone's dog being crushed to death by a car. Later, when the two hands were finally pulled out, people looked at it, and God, the nails of those two hands were left in the flesh of the howling man.

At this time, someone discovered that the person who was howling was actually the captain of a squad in the village, and he heard that his name was Gouzi.

This happened to Fang Shu, one man's head was broken, and the other had ten blood holes stuck in his chest. All at once the people gathered around, terrified and helpless.

This captain was immediately dragged and dragged to the township for treatment, and this guy with a broken head died after a while, but his hands were claw-like until death, stretching straight to the sky.

It wasn't far from the pimple of the grave where the smoke came out to the person who had been caught in the bloody hole. I stood at the top of this brick kiln and saw it clearly.

I saw the man with his head on his back fall to the ground, and the old grave, which had been pouted, suddenly rumbled, as if the wall had fallen, and the lump suddenly sank, and a puff of gray-brown smoke rose up.

The smoke was blown away by the northeast wind. When I saw the lump suddenly collapse like an earthquake, I felt that something was wrong. Hurriedly looked into the tomb, and saw that in the coffin that was heavily pressed, the gray-brown skull had been moving for some reason, and its chin had long since lost its flesh, and it seemed to be talking one by one......

And the people on the road, all three layers outside the front of the severed head corpse stretched out to the sky, silent, let the hot sun shine, no one spoke, did not leave, the most incomprehensible thing is that those children who were already crying are now as well-behaved as cats, staying quietly in the crotch of adults......

At that moment, I heard a large poplar tree on the edge of the collapsed grave, and I did not know whether it was blown by the wind or what was the matter, and suddenly there was a crunching sound, and the big poplar tree slowly poured to the west like a drunken man.

I was standing on the brick kiln not far away, and I couldn't see it too clearly, this big poplar tree was really slowly falling over, just like the slow motion in the movie, I could actually see the traces of its falling.

Generally, when the tree is placed, the moment the tree falls is at most a second or two, but this big poplar tree, as if it is particularly nostalgic for this land, is called slow, as if it is counting one, two, three, four, until it is ten, only to hear a grunt, the huge trunk, with tens of thousands of leaves, fell down with a bang.

Originally, I thought that this tree fell very slowly, because there may be a lot of uncut roots under it, but when it fell completely, I ran over to take a look at its roots, I really didn't expect that the bottom of the roots that had been turned out of the ground was actually like someone sawing through it, not even a finger-thick root, smooth as a mirror.