It was in the middle of these coarse grains that I found a black box made of I don't know what material. The box was small, it was a slender square. As soon as I saw that there was something, I hurried into the box.

I thought that this box could be buried so deeply, there are only two possibilities, one is that the ancients deliberately buried it here, and the other is that someone left it here a long time ago, and then it was buried by these layers of soil, sand, and even sloppy layers.

But whatever the reason, now that I see this box, no matter how I look at it, I feel that it is far from the coffin. This box as a whole is not big, and it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the coffin.

I thought that this box was buried so deeply, and there should be something precious in it, but when I looked closely, I was really surprised, and in this box, there was also a very rough paper figure, and some matchstick-like things, these things looked like cut out wheat straw, or straw segments.

Anyway, apart from that, it's an empty space inside. It's hard to figure it out, buried so deep, it must be an ordinary object hidden inside, but what I see now is nothing more ordinary.

It's just that when I saw the paper figure, some of it was blackened, I didn't think that the black was any paint or something. I watched it several times, and finally I realized that it should be what it would look like after the blood was dry.

Great, who's going to get a paper figure covered in blood here, what are you doing in this box, and burying it in the ground? Could it be that someone practiced some spell here many years ago? I don't know, with my current knowledge, I can't figure it out at all.

Thinking of this, I feel that this is not quite right, could it be that the people in this place in the past were cursed? However, now that this box is still buried here, I don't know when this thing will come out.

And this real dream I had, does it have anything to do with this thing? Seeing that this thing is so small, and the bloody corpse in my dream is such a big adult, are they a thing?

And those villains who speak very well to me, are these short wheat straw stickers? These are the circumstances, why are they in the same box?

I don't understand, and no one pays attention to me. When I saw the box, I felt that it was suddenly very cold, as if a cool breeze was blowing in. I hurriedly looked up, it was already dawn, there was no wind, and the wild hemp trees on the side didn't move.

It couldn't have been a mess coming in, so I hurriedly took a step forward and jumped to the roof of the bungalow. Before I landed on it, I felt a black patch under my feet.

Startled me, I hurriedly looked down, obediently, I didn't expect that this was a very quiet morning, and the roof of this bungalow was full of Mai Qian'er who was as black as charcoal. This Mai Qian'er is a crow.

These Mai Qian'er, all crowded tightly, stood on the roof of this bungalow. It's really strange that when they saw me coming up, they didn't move, they just huddled together, like a big black pot bottom, their heads were stunned, as if they were meditating.

On the roof of the bungalow on the east side, there was no light, and there was not a single Mai Qian'er. You say it's not weird. Early in the morning, the air seemed to be filled with the smell of firewood and grass burning in someone's pot, and there was cooking smoke, squeezing through the treetops and waving to the side.

I saw that there were all these Mai Qian'er under my feet, and I didn't know what they wanted to do, so I was afraid that I would fall and step on it, so I quickly flashed to the side and landed on the flower fence by the bungalow.

This flower fence is made of hollow square square bricks made of cement, which are erected and glued together along the edge of the roof for guardrails. In fact, this thing is also a reminder to people, don't run to the side, if people really step on it or rely on this support, it will break all of a sudden.

And I'm stepping on the middle part of these two station bricks now, and it's pretty steady. I looked at those Mai Qian'er who didn't say a word, and I always felt that they didn't seem to hold back any good fart, so what are they going to do, pretending to be ghosts?

Mai Qian'er, this kind of insect meaning, insect intention, is the meaning of birds. In our case, we all feel that they are not good birds, just like night cats. Maybe it's because they're all black, or maybe they're so ugly, but no one wants to see them anyway.

Actually, I don't feel anything about any of this, whether it's a night cat or a Mai Qian'er, as long as it doesn't consume a slut, it's fine. I'm just a kid anyway, and whether they're good or bad doesn't matter to me.

But when I looked back at these Mai Qian'er, I was surprised to find that this guy who was originally a guy with black eyes was spinning around, but now he was revealing white eyeballs.

This one is very scary, the white eyeballs, not the transparent kind, but these eyeballs, as if they were covered with a layer of white things. Just keep it open and don't move, how to look at it.

These guys, their bodies are tightly crowded, their heads are raised, their white eyes are exposed, and this is the roof of three bungalows, this Mai Qian'er, I don't know who recruited it, there are so many roofs in two rooms.

There are so many Mai Qian'er, not to mention getting up and talking around a person at the same time, even if it flies at the same time, it can scare this person to the ground. It's a crow, a bird that eats meat.

I've seen it with my own eyes, Mai Chi'er, smash a slender worm to death, and then swallow it in her stomach one by one. It's like eating a spicy strip and rubbing your mouth on the ground after eating, which is so unpleasant.

Now, I saw so many Mai Qian'er, they didn't look like the ones I usually saw, these Mai Qian'er, like someone pinching their necks, all raised their heads and squeezed together.

For this kind of bird, which everyone thinks is not very auspicious, I don't dare to take the initiative to provoke it. I'm just going to see, and when they don't come and attack me, I'd better get out of the way.

Thinking of this, I saw that there was no one around me, so I quickly jumped up and ran to the roof of the bungalow on the east side, ready to jump down the tile ridge of the east house. Before I could jump on the ridge, I heard a croak, and the Mai Chi'er screamed as if someone had stepped on their tails.

The voice was extremely ugly, not only hoarse, but also very sharp, and there was no noise around it early in the morning, and the voice sounded even more creepy.

I thought it was these Mai Qian'er who saw me, but who knew that when I looked at it, these Mai Qian'er would chase them away with a long stick, and they would stretch out their long necks and wrestle their wings over the guardrails with the ducks jumping into the water, and jump into the courtyard.

Oh my God, are they going to kill themselves? The bungalow is only one floor, and it is not high, even if it falls, it will not fall to death, but it is spectacular to see so many of them jumping down together.