"Do you want him to come, or don't you want him to come?"

"Everyone is dead, just stop, don't come again, I can't stand it. When you are alive, you are always not at home, so what's the matter with running home when you die? ”

"Don't have anything to say to him?"

"There's nothing to say, without him, our mother and wife are doing well." Bao Yuqin is quite open-minded, obviously she has enough psychological preparation for the death of a man, and after a short period of venting, she finally came to her senses, "I haven't seen anyone alive or dead for so many years, so I always remember it." Now I finally see that people have fallen to the bottom, so it's okay. As the old saying goes, yin and yang each go one way, and this person is dead, and we are not the same as the living. ”

"Thinking about it day and dreaming at night, if you really don't miss him, he won't come at night."

"Then, then I can't blow a cool breeze on the back of my neck? Do you want to do it again? ”

"No need, sleep in peace, I will give you this piece of clear yin at night to ensure that you are safe and secure in the future."

"Hey, hey, that dare to be kind, Mr. Zhou, will you take two more sips? I'll give you two more dishes. ”

Bao Yuqin rubbed her hands with joy and was about to add vegetables.

At this moment, I saw the yellow hair rushing in and yelling at Bao Yuqin: "Mom, where is Xiaomei, you drove her away?" Isn't that the rent just a little bit? She is a girl, and she is driven out like this in the cold, how can she live! You're too lacking in virtue......"

Bao Yuqin was furious, grabbed a broom and hit Huang Mao on his head and face, "I lack your numb virtue, why did I raise you so big to raise you to be such a lack of virtue with a smoking conscience, your father died so miserably, you still think about the little girl, I will beat you to death......"

Huang Mao was beaten and shouted: "Mom, if Xiaomei has three long and two short, I won't live!" ”

"Why don't you die now! He Qiangbing, you are so special, for the sake of a married girl and me, who want to die or live, you are so special to die, jump off the building now, you numb and unconscionable lack of morality! ”

Bao Yuqin was not afraid of Huang Mao's set at all, and danced the broom in the wind, crackling and hitting Huang Mao's body.

Yellow-haired screamed and fled the room.

Bao Yuqin threw the broom and said angrily: "How did I raise such a conscienceless thing." Mr. Zhou, you can rest for a while, and I'll add two more dishes......"

"No need, I'm eating well, go back to recuperate first, don't come out at night, don't worry about any movement. The neighbors on the left and right, as well as those who rented houses, also explained to them clearly. Come out and collide, don't look for me! ”

"Yes, yes, I'll go from house to house in a moment."

Bao Yuqin is a Mali person, as soon as the sky is dark, she will go from house to room to inform her.

The renter also knew that a lot of corpses had been dug up on the opposite side during the day, and he was feeling panicked, and he was very understanding and supportive of Bao Yuqin looking for Mr. to clear the scene, and they all packed up early and closed the door and turned off the lights.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, I came out of the house, stood in the courtyard, lit a red, two white and three pillars of incense, put it on the ground, and then withdrew to the door of the house.

It didn't take much time for a red-eyed fat mouse to gather from all directions, and when they came to the incense, they circled around the group, and after two circles, a mouse couldn't stand it, and the person stood up to reach the yellow incense.

As soon as it arrived, a rat on the side suddenly pounced on it and bit it so the neck that blood splattered with one bite.

This little change was as if the switch of some kind of magic box was turned on, and all the mice instantly became crazy and bit each other desperately.

A sharp squeak resounded in the quiet night, filled with a chilling despair.

Red incense induces life, and yellow incense raises Gu.

This is one of the top methods of Gu cultivation and harvesting.

Gu, not only the general recognition of the Gu technique of raising insects in Xiangxi, all the things raised by the Gu cultivation technique are called Gu.

It can be insects, snakes, ants, porcins, or ...... Person.

I'm going to forge live meat mushrooms, and these rats that have eaten the corpses of Dan are the best materials.

After a short time, more than half of the rats gathered were dead, and the black pressure spread a yard, leaving only a dozen of the fattest and strongest ones still tearing and killing among the rat corpses.

I took out another stick of red incense, lit it, held it, and walked out.

The dozen or so strong rats stopped fighting and hurriedly followed me.

I went out of the courtyard gate, and was about to cross the crossing into the small courtyard opposite, when I suddenly saw a crooked figure on the road, swaying, roaring from afar, and the tongue boss, "Who the hell, don't sleep at night, toss you numb the ...... next door"

The dozen or so rats were frightened and immediately stopped in place, and the people stood up, their blood-red bean eyes looking directly at the people.

I turned around slowly, raised the incense I was holding between my eyes, and looked at the person through the red incense.

It's the yellow hair.

I don't know how much wine I drank, my face was flushed, slanted and crooked, and I rushed towards me with a fierce face.

Just as he rushed closer, he suddenly froze, a look of fear slowly appeared on his face, and his lips trembled twice.

"Mom, it's a waste, rat ......"

He howled, turned his head and ran into his yard, but as soon as he entered the yard, he tripped and crawled forward, and fell into the corpse of a rat on the ground.

"Mom, help, Mom, help......"

The door was slammed shut.

Bao Yuqin obviously remembered my advice, even if she heard her son's scream, she didn't come to open the door.

I guess it's a demon in disguise.

I turned around, held the incense, and continued to lead the mouse into the opposite courtyard.

As he passed by the front of the room, a mouse-headed human monster with a little red light was reflected on the windowpane, and the long whiskers on its pointed mouth were wriggling like tentacles.

This is what Huang Mao saw.

Gu incense is poisonous and can cause people to have associated hallucinations, even if it is a spellcaster.

If you don't have a firm mind, this illusion alone can scare you crazy.

I didn't see the shadow on the window, and walked steadily to the edge of the big pit dug in the back of the house.

The bodies have been removed, but the cordon remains.

Of course, even if there is no cordon, no normal person is bold enough to break into the place where dozens of corpses have been piled up at night.

I took the rat to the lowest cellar and threw Huang Xiang into the pit the size of a man's head in the middle of the ground.

The remaining dozen or so rats jumped in with the incense, and launched a new round of killing at the bottom of the pit full of black and smelly silt, and soon only one remained.

This final victor, standing on top of the pile of rat corpses, screamed sharply at me, his blood-red eyes full of ferocity.

I spilled a packet of powder.

The doused rat became even more irritable, frantically devouring the corpse beneath him.

In a short time, it ate up a dozen of the corpses of rats as fat as it was, until its abdomen cracked, and the last dead rat couldn't even swallow it, and its head sticked out of its mouth, like an extremely strange two-headed rat.

At this point, the rat was unable to move, lying in the sludge with its paws facing the sky, and let out a staccato low cry without a sound.

At this time, it is exactly twelve o'clock in the morning.

The moonlight fell obliquely, shining right on the rats in the narrow pit.

The fur on the rat's body fell off, revealing bright red flesh.

There's something in the flesh that is wriggling and growing.

The seeds have been planted in fertile soil and will mature tomorrow morning.

I stopped staring and turned back.

In Bao Yuqin's courtyard, Huang Mao was still rolling and howling on the ground, covered in blood and dead rats.

Howls hovered over the village.

But no one paid any attention.

Even the windows that had been lit were extinguished.

The howling continued for about half an hour or so before stopping.

By this time, I was already lying comfortably on the bed, and when I heard the screaming stop, I closed my eyes, counted nine in silence, and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I heard a soft knock on the window.

I opened my eyes, saw the gray scent that filled the air, rolled over and got out of bed and went to the window.

Outside the window, twenty-seven vague figures stood neatly, although still mutilated, but there were no rats crawling on their bodies.

Seeing me appear in front of the window, these figures silently bowed to me.

I couldn't help but laugh.

The local ghosts are quite polite.