The big white man's face changed when he saw his reading glasses, and he deliberately said to him, "Are you always out of the ocean?" If you don't, tell my brother, I'll have a treat today, and ask Ya from Hualou to accompany us to play." Is it a heads-up or a three-person dance? Is it an old man's cart or a train?" Haha, the people in the market laughed when they heard this, and all of a sudden, the people in the market began to gather over to see the excitement here. The joke worked, including upstairs, and the tiger standing next to the reading glasses couldn't help but laugh. Reading glasses glanced at the tiger, jumped up, and pointed to the big white man downstairs: "Donkey, you close my anus!"

When the big white man heard this, he suddenly became angry, raised his right hand, clenched his fists at a few men next to him, and said sharply: "Give me the last time I beat this old duck!"

A few men shouted and rushed upstairs. The guy at the door of the teahouse, one person couldn't stop these people, and he was kicked far away by a man, squatting on the ground and couldn't get up, and he was screaming in pain.

The big white man led a few men to the second floor of the teahouse. The tea drinkers immediately flashed aside. The reading glasses did not show weakness here, serving tea and water, and even the guys in the firewood room caught up when they heard the sound and stood behind the reading glasses. The two sides opened up a stance.

The air suddenly became solemn, and even the rags on the windows of the teahouse stopped swinging, and they hung on the broken ropes, motionless.

The people downstairs "hula" suddenly gathered around the teahouse, and they all stretched their necks to look upstairs. Some people were very clever and immediately rushed to the cloth shop opposite the teahouse. The old woman at the door couldn't even stop beating and scolding. No sooner had they reached the second floor than they heard a sharp sword, and the young woman who was doing needlework upstairs dropped her work and ran downstairs.

A young man with eyes and a hooked nose squinted at the back of a woman. Seeing the last woman go downstairs, he straightened his hands and brushed his hat with the rags he had just touched, brushed his long hair that had been solidified by sweat, and shook his body to lift the pants that had come down from Titisongta. As he shook, the messy strips of cloth on his body danced with him, like he was throwing a mop covered in dry mud.

Others didn't pay attention to him, just looked at the teahouse opposite.

Reading glasses put the cigarette pot on the table next to it, rolled up his sleeves, and was just about to speak, when someone downstairs shouted: "A strange man! Come and see, a strange man has come running." The people downstairs began to heckle, and they all ran towards the sound with a "hula" sound.

Reading glasses and the big white man followed the sound and looked in the direction of the window to see what was going on. The group of people who were standing behind each of them before also went to the window and craned their necks to look downstairs.

I saw a short man with hair and beard reaching his heels running from a distance.

He still shouted from time to time, "I know how to break the curse!" He danced and danced with great excitement, "I know how to break the curse!"

"A weirdo, a weirdo indeed. The reading glasses pulled down the glasses, and the eyeballs lifted up vigorously.

"What a weirdo, I think a madman. The big white man had a tough tone and did not show weakness. Hold your head high and look at your reading glasses with the light under your eyes. Extremely arrogant.

Reading glasses squinted at him hatefully, his mouth jumping left and right, his teeth gurgling. The big white man ignored him, patted the railing with the white silk scarf in his hand, and found that there was no dust, so he folded his hands on the railing, stretched his neck and looked over there.

The dwarf ran like crazy, shouting excitedly as he ran, "I finally know how to break the curse!"

When he ran to the teahouse, he was blocked by the crowd before.

And they surrounded the dwarf. Seeing his unkempt, bearded, and tattered clothes, everyone began to talk about it.

"Hey, this person is a child, whose child, why did he become like this?"

The dwarf's gaping eyes shone with a cool light, and his face was full of horror. He didn't understand what was going on in front of him, why people were dressed so strangely.

The dwarf felt that the eyes around him were sharp knives, viciously trying to chop themselves to pieces. He felt like he was collapsing, and his body involuntarily stepped back.

"Ahh

"Why are you beating people's children!

"Why is this kid stepping on my feet? A shirtless man with black hair on his chest yelled at his fat cheeks.

"Alright, alright, you two don't quarrel. He stepped on your feet, you deserved it, your eyes were in front, not in your ass. An old man walked up to the dwarf. He bent down slightly, put his left hand on the dwarf's right shoulder, and asked gently, "Don't be afraid, son. Did it hurt just now?" he asked again, "Where are you?"

The old man saw that the dwarf's eyes were wider, his teeth were clenched, and he didn't say a word, perhaps he was frightened.

The old man patted the dwarf rao shoulder, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I am the village chief of Luosang Village in this town, I used to be called the patriarch, they all call me a good man, if you have anything to say, you can follow me." By the way, what's your name, how old are you?"

The dwarf seemed to be moved by Lao Rao's sincerity, and even spoke, "My name is Li En, I am from Dawangzhai Village, and I live next to the 'Keshi' cemetery. ”

Li En's words stunned everyone at the scene. Now it was the village chief's turn to widen his eyes.

The village chief didn't say anything. He suddenly gasped for a few breaths, as if something had blocked his nostrils just now, causing a severe lack of oxygen, and now he was breathing air again. "Your surname is En?'Kesh' Cemetery, Dawangzhai Village, that's the story of 300 years ago. My one, have I seen a living immortal?" the village chief's eyes widened, as if he had opened them a little harder, and his eyes would fall off.

Li En was shocked. Three hundred years, three hundred years, three hundred years...... He suddenly remembered something... In the depths of the terrifying Kesh cemetery, there are corpses all over the field, and crows are oppressed by the darkness......

Li En suddenly screamed in shock, and the people present trembled violently in fright.

Falling into thought, it seems that the people present fall into another world, a mysterious world.

By the time they pulled their consciousness back from their thoughts, Li En had already disappeared.

The big white man upstairs walked slowly towards the staircase without saying a word. Reading glasses stared at the back of the big white man, a wet piece, is it hot? scared? Reading glasses still remember that the big white man's face just now only trembled, his face was pale and bloodless, and he was still a little bloody before.

In response to the big white man's sluggish expression just now, the reading glasses sneered, and he didn't think that his throat was choked by the puff of smoke he had inhaled. He coughed a few times, and even coughed up tears. After coughing, the gaze of reading glasses was a little glazed. That short word just now seemed to have been lingering in his ears.

After a while, there were four families in the town who were funeral at the same time.

The four people who died, one was a reading glass, one was a big white man, one was the village chief, and the last one was Wang Biao - the black man who punched Li En in the first place.