The night of the town The wind walks on the strings of the night, and the slender hands are fluttering, so the air flashes one by one beating notes, lingering the depth and distance in the hearts of countless dreamers, and the lights cross the streets, gradually taking away the dance music of the square

The wind is slight, who is counting the stars, who is swinging on the moon, in the neon watch of the town

The night is quiet and a little scary.

In this darkness, the whole body was bubbling with a cold breath, the scalp was numb, and in the darkness, it seemed that there were countless pairs of eyes looking at us.

The wind seemed to smell the smell of blood, and a chill penetrated the body and pierced into the bones, as if the chill that had been imprisoned for thousands of years was suddenly released, making people tremble at the moment when their brains couldn't think, and the last smile was indirectly frozen by a strange ice.

The moonlight appeared and disappeared through the slow-moving black clouds, and a strange figure stood at the corner of the alleyway not far away, and then disappeared......

The night was thick, like dark and cold blood flowing from a rotting corpse, winding over the sky and the earth. The moon hovered alone over the town, dimly lit, like tears in the corners of a woman's eyes. The tall houses were blurred by the darkness, and from a distance, they looked like bloody faces. The drizzling rain was pouring down in the night, everything was damp, the skin of the trees and dirt was beginning to fester, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell.

Dark and distant corners, a slight cry snaked in a half-flowing texture, melted into the air by the rain, the silhouette washed away, leaving only a thin layer, like the skin of a dead man. Did it come from there?

Following the smell of blood, the source of this smell of blood was soon found, and in front of me, there were many low houses next to the dilapidated houses. The farmhouses in the village were almost completely covered in snow, leaving only a few black windows, like a pair of wide-open eyes, looking at the snowy world in amazement.

It was dark and damp, and during the rainy season, the smell of moldy food in those houses made me dizzy.

As soon as you enter the house, there is a patio dedicated to washing clothes, and the house is on the right hand side. When I came to the narrow house, it was a low and dilapidated south house, the house had no sunlight all year round, it was dim and damp, and the wall skin had long since fallen off.

The footsteps stopped at the door in the middle, and the smell of blood seemed to come from inside, as if there was something dead, and it had been dead for a long time.

Pushing open the door, a white rope was tied to it under the hanging beam, and a man hung on it, with a twisted face and eyes facing the doorway.

If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely have been scared unconscious, but the tassels are all monks, and there are priests, and they are very strong in bearing.

Hanging above the beam of the house was a middle-aged man, his eyes widened, as if he was unwilling. The flesh and blood on his hands have dried up, but he can also see the scratching marks on it, the yellowed collar is slightly wrinkled, and the corners of the clothes still have residues that could not be scrubbed......

Looking at the middle-aged man who was air-dried hanging on the beams of the house, Yifeng squeezed his hand and saw a picture.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and a man with a bundle of rope in his hand staggered, and when he walked under the beam, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was struggling, and the thread was controlled by something...... He brought a stool, tied a rope with thick fingers to the main beam, and then put the other end around his neck, and whew, the man fell off the beam! The rope was tightly wrapped around his neck, and at this moment his face was twisted, his mouth was wide open, and his hands were frantically pulling the rope that was tightly strangled! He was frantically swinging his body, his face was red as if he was dripping blood, and his eyes seemed to be squeezed out of his sockets! A crow flew into the house and hit his head, poking it downward, and the two eyeballs had become its delicacy. By this time, the man had stopped swinging......

There was a middle-aged woman standing next to her, with a pointed face, slender eyebrows, and a very beautiful appearance, but she had jade ruyi in her eyes: I saw that her face was white and greasy, petite and exquisite, and her appearance was not necessarily particularly beautiful, but a pair of flexible eyes.

She is almost thirty years old, and her years of hard work have left shallow fishtail marks on the corners of her eyes. However, her short, thick and shiny hair was still so jet-black. Although the eyes are single eyelids, they are delicate and bright. The lips that are often pursed forcefully under the high bridge of the nose show the vitality of the blue.

She was also struggling at this time, as if she couldn't move her hands, her muscles burst out, her eyes were bloodshot, tears couldn't stop flowing down, tears mixed with some blood, wanted to speak, but as if sealed, she could only watch her husband climb the rope.

Watching her husband struggle on that rope, her heart hurt like a knife, but the tears kept flowing, her throat was hoarse but she couldn't make a sound, her heart hurt so much that she was suffocating, wishing she had never appeared.

Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into the flesh, blood running down her nails, but she didn't care about the pain.

In the picture, a figure suddenly flashed through the window, and the woman stood up as if she was fascinated, her fingers twisted.

Dragging the heavy footsteps, with each step, the clothes on his body gradually changed color until they turned red. He looked at his husband's corpse and suddenly smiled very strangely, like a ghost locking his life.

The boundless cold, it was a trace of cold that was desperately drilling into it, as if it was cold to the bones. Every bone seemed to be frozen to brittle. Every time I move, it's like the pain of broken bones, and the pain of drilling into the heart. It's cold, it's cold to the bone. After a while, it turned into a sudden and severe pain, and what was even more terrifying was that she couldn't move her hands and feet, and the severe pain seemed to crush her and break her, no matter where it hurt. Every minute, every second is incomparably long. She had never been in such pain, and she just wanted to die quickly and not suffer such pain.

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A flash of light flashed a cold cold light, and it was slashed at the pale wrist! "The shadow struck again. ”

A long and narrow opening opened in the wrist, white and white, and slowly, blood poured out of the wound, and then, the blood suddenly became turbulent, gushing out, like bursting!

One drop......

One drop......

One drop......

Along the wrist......

Blood droplets drip on the warm water......

Like a bloom in a black nightmare...... Blood-red flowers......

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Originally......

It's called skin peeling......

The corners of the pale lips hooked a soft smile, the cracked skin, the rolling flesh wounds, it turned out, even if the skin was opened, it would not hurt, it turned out, it turned out, the feeling of blood passing was calm and numb.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, and the blood from her bleeding wrist slowly slid under the ground.

At this time, the roof runes flowed, and a rain formation appeared.

The rain fell, and it was cold, it was bitterly cold, and it was hot, and it was hot...... The rain was half cold and half hot.

A trace of crimson blood slowly swayed up from the severed wrist, and the blood swayed bewitchingly in the ground like a thin and slender thread, and then swung away, and in the curling white mist, the transparent water gradually turned into a transparent red......

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