It seems that if I don't pull him, he will rush out and beat me? Is this what it looks like to ask for help? I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't move, just looked at this person, and the iron leaf door creaked, and after a while, those people lying on the ground were all so noisy that he sat up, opened his black eyes, and stared out at me.

Obediently, what kind of people are these, why are they all like this, not only are they like black briquettes, but they are not missing one or that, what's wrong with these people, why are they hiding in this room?

I heard my mom call me in the sunlight across from me, telling me to hurry up. I didn't look at my mom, I just looked at the people in this house, wondering if I should go over and pull them.

However, although I can see them, outside this house, that is, in front of my eyes, there is a rather thick cement wall, is it possible, I am going to smash a hole in this wall?

How is this possible, this cement wall seems to be connected to the railroad tracks above, in case it doesn't work, this will make something happen to the railway, and this will be a big game. I don't want to do that, because I love the feeling of watching the train creak and rumble past from a distance, pulling long white smoke, and that excites me and makes me happy.

I can't do anything, I feel like I'm resisting, I can't do anything, even if you ask me again, I can't do it.

As soon as I thought of this, I heard the sound of the person slamming the iron leaf door, which suddenly increased, as if there were many cold pimples smashing on the door at the same time, and for a while the sound filled my ear tubes.

"Xiao Liangwa, you turtle grandson, you can't come yet, what are you doing standing there, pull me quickly." Oh my God, this is already an order, and a little angry and scolding me.

I saw that the man with the steel drill in his head had cut a hole in the iron leaf door, and his hand was sticking straight out of the hole and grabbing me on the head through the thick concrete wall.

When I saw it, it was a fleshless hand, black and white, revealing long, pointed nails, whistling with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, the claws of the hand were about to reach my eyes.

That's when I realized that this wasn't anyone at all. As soon as I thought of this, I didn't have anything to be polite about, my right hand was raised, my index finger was clasped on my forehead, and my mouth silently said Boom!

I saw a green ghost fire erupt from my mouth and burn towards the open ghost claws.

"Xiao Liangwa, you actually burned me, who are you, you, why do you breathe fire......" I heard the voice and suddenly seemed to tremble a little, a little trembling, it seems that this ghost fire is really powerful, just wrapped in his hands, he can't stand it.

I hurriedly jumped out of the black puddle in front of me and ran towards the sunlight in front of me. As he ran, he looked back, and the ghost fire passed through the concrete wall, followed the direction of the ghost's claws that quickly retracted, and burrowed into the house.

It's good now, the ghost fire is clashing everywhere, burning whatever you see, not to mention this person standing by the door and slamming the door, the few people who were sitting on the ground who just stared at me were all burned and rolled on the ground, crying dad and calling mother, and after a while, the house collapsed in a cloud of ashes until it disappeared.

I had just run to the other side, and my mom was pushing the car, telling me to slow down, and picking me up and putting me on the back seat, and I was still looking behind me. After a while, another train rumbled by......

My mom was riding in front of me and asked me why I was so slow and what I was grinding in there. I said I took a pee and looked at the train again.

My mom didn't say much, just told me to hurry up and drive as fast as I could.

After crossing the railway bridge, to the west, and then turning to the north, not far away, is the turbulent Zhao River. This Zhao River beach is very wide, from this side down the river slope, and then cross the very low water bridge, it seems that it will take a long time.

My mother got to the riverside and picked me up and told me to stand there and stay still, and she pushed the car down the gentle slope and then came and picked me up. I watched as my mom clenched the brakes with both hands, and the people and the car slid down a little top-heavy.

I looked a little flustered, so if I kept sliding down, if I fell, then my mother and the car would fall into the river together. I saw that the river was flowing southward, and it was still rolling over the waves, and it seemed that the river was quite deep.

In fact, this Zhao River floodplain is full of stones with large human heads, many of which are shining dazzlingly in the sun, and the sparkling flash of the river makes people dare not look at it.

The stone bridge that was not in the water, like a big long worm lying in the water, faintly meandered westward in the black and blue water. The river is quite wide, and now there are no people coming from the other side, so my mother pushed the cart and finally slowly reached the river's edge.

At this time, I suddenly found that there was not a single weed in this Zhao River beach, not even a wild hemp tree, but there were none, and those stone bumps with the size of a human head abounded.

My mom tied up the car on a slightly flat ground and came down the river slope to pick me up. This time I didn't let my mother hug me, so I took her hand, leaned sideways, and slipped down half-slippery, and I saw dust rising behind me.

When I got to the car, my mother dared to ask me to sit in the car, she took off her shoes, pulled up her trousers, and let me do the same, I carried the shoes of two people in one hand, and dragged the back of the car with the other, and my mother slowly pushed the car in front, and we walked on the stone bridge one after the other.

This stone bridge washes in this river every day, and I think it should be very clean, and people should walk up very smoothly. As a result, I had not taken a few steps before I felt a little slippery under my feet, the river was everywhere, and it was obvious that there must be some green moss attached to the bridge deck, which caused me to almost fall on the bridge deck.

The water of the Zhao River is very turbulent, although it is across this stone bridge and rushes to my legs, it still feels very powerful. I was afraid that I would slip and fall and be swept away by the water, so I dragged the car for a while before I reached the other side of the river.

My mother tied up the car and came over to put my shoes on, and then I looked back at the water, and I didn't expect that when I stood here and looked at the other side, the river was black, and the waves on the stone bridge were white.

After putting on my shoes, my mother carried me into the car, and just as my mother was waiting for her to put on her shoes, I inadvertently saw that in the whirlpool of the river on the south side of the stone bridge, there was a black thing, which flipped up and sank again.

I didn't see what it was, but it was much bigger than the rocks that were the size of human heads exposed to the surface. And it's so dark, it's gone.