"It's corpse poison, that wound was obviously bitten by a zombie, and it became a puppet of that zombie after being poisoned by corpse." Xu Ye's face began to be gloomy, and he muttered: "It seems that it is not just a paper man, there are really zombies." ”

"That's not right!"

Xu Ye suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly rushed into the house.

The old pipe and the little girl in the house have disappeared, and the old pipe, which was originally tied to the earthen kang with five flowers, is now only a ball of hemp rope, and the little girl who ran into the house crying to find her father is also gone.

Hit the plan.

A plan to divert the tiger from the mountain.

"This ...... What's going on, they're all eaten by zombies? Then Wang Xiaoou, who rushed into the house, looked at Xu Ye in disbelief.

"No, we were deceived." Xu Ye frowned, walked to the earthen kang and looked at the ball of hemp rope on the earthen kang.

"What do you mean?" Wang Xiaoou was puzzled.

"Look at this rope, it's obvious that someone has cut it with a knife, if it's really the headless paper man or zombie in the mouth of the old pipe, do you think they can use a knife?" Xu Ye picked up the hemp rope that was cut off on the earthen kang, held it up in front of Wang Xiaoou and said.

"Then you mean the old pipe ran away on its own?" Wang Xiaoou became more and more puzzled and said, "But we were guarding outside just now and didn't see him come out." ”

"Here's the problem." Xu Ye looked around at the small earthen house and said to himself: "Old Pipe is a smart man, he clearly knows what is waiting for him outside, so he will not be stupid enough to rashly take his beloved daughter out to die." ”

When Wang Xiaoou heard this, he immediately said, "You mean that the old pipes are still in the house." ”

"Hmm." Xu Ye nodded and began to search around the house.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoou also began to rummage around, until she bent down to see if there were any Tibetans under the offering table where the statue of Emperor Zhenwu was enshrined, and she found that under the offering table, there was a hole that was one person wide.

"Here." Wang Xiaoou shouted.

After hearing Wang Xiaoou's shout, Xu Ye immediately walked over, and immediately saw that under the offering table where the statue of Emperor Zhenwu was enshrined, there was really a long and narrow tunnel.

Why would a lonely old man who has lived by tying paper for half his life dig a tunnel in his home, and where does this tunnel lead?

While doubting in his heart, Xu Ye probe looked into the tunnel, the tunnel was very dark, and there was no end in sight, and there was a slight cold wind blowing through, proving that this tunnel was indeed leading to another place.

"You go and find a way to dispose of the corpses at the door first, and I'll go in and find the old pipes." Xu Ye turned to Wang Xiaoou beside him and said.

After hearing Xu Ye's words, Wang Xiaoou remembered that there was a bloody corpse lying at the door, and that corpse was found by the people of the village, if it was discovered, it would definitely cause panic again, so it had to be disposed of first when it was dark.

After seeing Xu Ye enter the tunnel under the offering table, Wang Xiaoou walked out of the room alone, looking at the corpse lying in a pool of blood and began to fall into deep thought.

She is very familiar with the corpse, it is Niu Er, the youngest son of the second aunt of the village west, who is almost twenty-five or sixteen years old this year, because he is relatively stupid, so he has never talked about his daughter-in-law, and he is still a single.

I remember that not long ago, Aunt Wang asked a matchmaker to go to a young widow's house in a neighboring village to talk about matchmaking, and I heard that it seemed to be done, but Niu Er died here quietly, which can't help but make people a little embarrassed.

After raising his hand and rubbing his cheeks and wiping away the sadness in his heart, Wang Xiaoou began to think about what to do with the corpse.

I remember that when I watched a TV series before, it seemed that there was some kind of extremely corrosive sulfuric acid, and it didn't take long to soak people in it, and even the bones could be corroded cleanly.

But the problem is that I don't have time to find that thing at the moment.

If you can't split the corpse, you can disassemble the various parts of the corpse one by one, and then chop them all up and sprinkle them into the ground like fertilizer, and maybe a sunflower will bloom next spring.

But in this way, isn't it a little too cruel and perverted?

In the end, Wang Xiaoou still didn't have the heart to dismember Niu Er's body.

Instead, he chose to dig a pit and bury him, in the vegetable patch behind the old pipe's house.

Although no one will remember where his tomb is when he goes to the grave on the Qingming Festival in the future, it can be regarded as a burial ground after all.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoou's heart felt a lot better.

Just do it.

After finding a shovel at the old pipe's house, Wang Xiaoou carried the shovel through the eaves to the back of the old pipe's house and began to dig a pit.

Holding the shovel in both hands, Wang Xiaoou dug for more than half an hour, and after digging for more than half an hour, he was really a little unbearable, and he began to pant vigorously in the same place while playing with his waist.

Although the soil in the vegetable field is very soft, for a delicate girl like her, this kind of intense work still makes her a little unbearable.

After resting almost, Wang Xiaoou got up again and prepared to continue digging the pit, but at this time, a cry suddenly came from not far away.

"Woo woo, woo woo ......"

The voice kept coming, with a very sad emotion.

After hearing this voice, Wang Xiaoou subconsciously reached out and pressed the red rune paper that Xu Ye gave her in his pocket before leaving.

Xu Ye was not there, and if something really suddenly appeared, this was the only way she could save her life.

The crying continued to come, from the low sobbing at the beginning to the howling, and the wailing in the cry made Wang Xiaoou have a strong sense of crisis.

Holding the shovel in his hand with both hands, Wang Xiaoou kept telling himself in his heart that he must stay calm.

The more this kind of life and death is on the line, the more you have to keep your mind clear, otherwise you don't know how you died.

It's just where the sound came from.

Listening to the cry was definitely not artificial, everyone in the village was asleep at this point, and it was impossible for anyone to cry so sadly at night.

Moreover, the location of the old pipe's house is relatively remote, even if someone nearby cries, he will never hear it so clearly.

Could it be that there are other things that are not clean.

After thinking deeply, Wang Xiaoou's emotions became more and more nervous, and his back shirt was completely wet with cold sweat.

A cold wind blew, and the clothes on her body made her hair stand upside down in an instant.

The situation began to stalemate in this strange environment.

Wang Xiaoou didn't dare to take a step forward, and at the same time, the thing that made a strange cry did not show up from beginning to end.

Time passed in this stalemate, and after about ten minutes, the strange cry suddenly stopped.

Silence reigned again.