It's a bad dish, when I came, it was a villain, and they brought me in, but now this villain has escaped, I want to go out, but this door is locked tightly, where can I get out.

At this moment, I heard that ho-ho voice had reached the door in the corner of the east house. God, such a tall body, I don't know how he can get out of such a low door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the corpse came out, his hand returned to its original state, and he did not stretch out to grab me again, but the corpse stood at the door, looking at me fixedly.

This corpse, compared to me, is still very tall. I see I'm standing, not as knee-high as anyone else's. The man was covered in blood, and it seemed to be sticky, but it wouldn't fall. There he was, his eyes hollow, but it was clear that he was looking at me, and he was seeing me.

I stood behind the door of the hall, twisting my head to look at the corpse. The corpse was standing in the corner of the east room, and the door to the back was closed for some reason. So, the two of us, that's it, you look at me, I look at you, look at each other, neither of us immediately moves, and we don't pay attention to each other.

I don't know where this guy came from, and I don't understand why he has such thick blood hanging on his body, no, it's sticking to such thick blood, and I'm so curious.

Maybe this corpse is probably also thinking about me like this, presumably it is a villain who usually eats a sesame seed-like villain, Kaka's teeth. I didn't expect a chubby tender boy to come in today, but this time his index finger moved, which aroused his greed.

This is just my imagination. I saw that this corpse suddenly raised its hands and grabbed it straight towards me. My God, this time he actually came with both hands, which is clearly a sign of not leaving a living mouth.

I watched, and the two hands were claw-shaped, and the tips of their nails were long, sharp, like two long worms with large mouths, darting towards me. And the corpse did not just stand there and wait, but followed these two hands and walked towards me.

This is a sure win, I was in a hurry, I wanted to jump up, stretched out my right hand, and was about to give it a taste of ghost fire, but I didn't expect ah, I suddenly woke up.

I didn't know what was screaming outside, and it woke me up. When I came back from my hypothesis, I realized that I had a nightmare with no end in sight.

Where did these villains come from, what about this coffin, and how to explain this bloody corpse? It's as if I saw it with my own eyes.

However, it was almost dawn outside, and I heard the old rooster on my crooked neck date palm tree already crowing. Looks like I haven't slept long.

It occurred to me what kind of scream had just woken me up. Holding his head, sitting on the bed, his heart kept churning. In my cowhouse, my father was mixing the cows, and the sound of stirring and clattering and the clattering of cowbells kept coming.

Oh, and suddenly I realized that the voice that had just woken me up was the cry of my cow, which was not only heavy, but also long, like the roar of a train.

I let out a long sigh, and I always felt that this was the same as the real thing, and I kept playing the movie in my head, and for a moment it was a vivid little man, and the voice of the little man was familiar to my ears.

A moment later, it was the bloody corpse, and even the ghost hand that kept scratching at me, oh my God, what the hell are these things, and why are they looking for me!

I was still a little tired, and I wanted to lie down a little longer, thinking that even if I slept a little longer, it would be useless, after all, it was going to be dawn, and in a while, my father would feed the cows, and my mother would cook, and they would go to work in the fields. I'm really bored lying down, so I'll go back and see if the things in my dreams exist or not.

It's rare for me to come out so early. Normally, I would sleep until the sun came up, and my parents had been working in the fields for a long time before I got up to eat.

When I woke up so early, it really felt like everything was very fresh. The eastern sky has already appeared white, the night is about to recede, and the sun has not yet come out, and the village is still quiet. It's just the crowing of the rooster, which has come and gone.

I walked out of the yard, walked around to the thorn tree, and walked to the back. The backyard is usually sealed with iron locks, and the courtyard wall is high, and the morning light slowly emerges all around.

Early in the morning, the sky was still all bright, and no one came out to walk around. It will take about another hour before someone moves slowly, so I have to go in quickly, otherwise after a while, people will move, and it will be too many people to look good.

I jumped up, jumped straight over the courtyard wall, and landed in the courtyard. As usual, the wild hemp trees in the courtyard are quiet, and the old things in this flat house are faintly still smelling of musty.

I ignored the bungalow on the east side, and went straight to the boundary wall, and stood in the circular doorway, looking out to the west.

Since it wasn't quite bright yet, I saw that everything was a little hazy, as if it was foggy. It took me a few blinks before I could see what was going on in the room.

The house was still piled up with the old wood that had been stripped of the old house, and there was an old large standing cabinet, and two wooden boxes of different sizes. I looked to the northeast corner of the bungalow, where there was an old incense offering stand.

Strangely, I've been here more than once, and I've never seen it, that there is an incense offering here. Could it be that I didn't pay attention to it before? I don't know, but now that I see this incense offering, my heart is chuckled.

I cared about it, and I didn't think much about it, so I went down to the corner. I immediately saw that under the corner, the foundation of this bungalow was not very deep, and I estimated that my height was at most twice as deep.

Moreover, the foundation is completely made of blue bricks from the old houses, many of which are half-cut bricks. I didn't care so much, I kept looking down, and after this foundation, there was a black and yellow layer of soil underneath.

I thought that was all there was to it, and that I couldn't find those things. However, when I didn't look deeper, I realized that the dirt below was completely different from the one above.

I don't know if someone did it on purpose, or if it was originally like this. I found that under the foundation, in addition to the black and yellow petals of raw earth, there was a layer of yellow mud wrapped in mud.

And after these wet and drenched layers, and then there are very deep coarse sand grains, these sand grains are very strange, the edges and corners are particularly obvious, not at all like the peculiar smooth and delicate that the river has washed out for a long time.