What about the young man with the tattoo on his face, Niu Er doesn't know. The middle-aged man in front of the pen and the fun pavilion www.biquge.info is already dead.

Niu Er looked at the horizontal eyebrows that ran through the whole face, looked at the eyes that were not blind, and reached out to touch him.

A few pieces of broken silver, a jade bracelet.

The jade bracelet is crystal clear, and it looks like it can be worth a few dollars.

People are dead, and it's useless to keep these things, so it's better to give me Niu Er, and I can respond to emergencies when I need them.

Thinking of this, Niu Er stretched out another foot to measure the soles of the middle-aged man's boots.

Niu Er wears straw sandals.

Straw sandals, just hold a handful of wild grass and tie it into a straw rope to tie it out. It's easy to make.

But the straw sandals were not worn, and it didn't take long to wear them out. It is far less comfortable to wear than the boots on the feet of middle-aged people, and they can walk fast.

Niu Er pulled the boots off the middle-aged man's feet and simply ripped off his clothes and pants.

The dress was stained with blood, and the pants were gray and unclean. As long as you find a place with water to wash it, you won't delay wearing it.

Turning around, Niu Er saw the dagger on the ground.

The dagger was a dwarf winter melon, and it was thrown to the ground because he was afraid that the official would see it.

Niu Er picked up the dagger and held it in his hand, and walked towards the young man with the tattoo on his face.

The young man with the tattoo on his face may have really been in prison for too long and has been bullied. So it's a vicious look to everyone.,Ready to fight with others at any time.。

Niu Er approached the young man with a dagger, only to see that his eyes were closed tightly, his lips were blue, and he had been dead for a while.

This guy was pushed by the official in front of him. Just give, push to death?

That's a lot of hands.

Niu Er stretched out his foot and kicked the young man, making sure that he really wouldn't suddenly stand up again, so he reached out and searched him.

Nothing.

It is estimated that even if there were, he would have eaten it all in his stomach.

Niu Er turned around and walked towards the pergola.

The black-covered crow also landed in the pergola.

Raven, witness death. Thousands of miles away, you can also follow the smell of death to find the door.

Death is nowhere near as joyful as the new life, but the mourning crow is awe-inspiring.

Seeing Niu Er walk into the pergola, the crow on the table was not frightened and flew away. Moving his steps to the side, it seemed to make way for Niu Er.

The crow trampled over a nest of corn. The rolling corn nest startled the crow, and with a crow, it stretched out its beak to peck at the corn nest.

That's my food!

Niu Er reached out and snatched the corn nest.

The crow tilted his head and watched Niu Er gnaw on the corn nest.

Niu Er broke off a small piece from the nest and threw it in front of the crow.

The crow looked at Niu Er, then stretched out his beak and pecked into his mouth.

Niu Er had never been so close to a crow.

Around Qiantou Village, it is only in winter that large flocks of crows appear. Rattling sounds, flying down the harvested crops in search of food.

Niu Er watched the crow swallow the piece of corn nest in his mouth, broke another piece, spread it in the palm of his hand and handed it over.

The crow was visibly alert, and stepped back, dodging Niu Er's outstretched palm, tilting his head to stare at Niu Er.

The jet-black pupils, shiny and shiny, reflect the shadow of Niu Er.

Niu Er shook the corn nest in his palm and whispered:

"What are you afraid of, can I still bite you?"

The crow pecked at the corn noodle nest in the palm of Niu Er's palm.

The hard beak pecked into the palm of Niu Er's hand, leaving a distinct white mark. The sharp beak edge cut through the flesh of the palm of the hand, and blood broke out.

Niu Er shook his hand and wiped the blood beads in his palm on his clothes.

After eating his stomach, Niu Er took back the things on the table one by one into the baggage.

The crow spreads its wings and arranges its feathers. On the tip of the left wing, a feather is clearly missing.

On the open wings, the straight wing feathers can be clearly counted one by one. But one was missing in the middle, revealing a gap.

Niu Er turned his head to look at the middle-aged man lying on the intersection and walked over.

The black feather stuck to the middle-aged man's neck is still there.

Niu Er picked up the feather, returned to the pergola, and handed it to the crow.

Niu Er wasn't sure if the feathers belonged to the crow in front of him. If it really is, then ......

The crow tilted its head, staring at Niu Er's outstretched hand, and then moved to the side.

Niu Er let out a sigh of relief, like a stone in his heart fell to the ground.

If that feather is really a crow's. That is to say, the middle-aged man with a horizontal eyebrow was killed by a crow.

The crow, turned into an official errand, rescued Niu Er in danger.

Isn't this kind of thing supposed to be in the lyrics?

Niu Er picked up the things on the table, and the crow stepped on the card with the word on it. As if curious about what was written on it, he stretched out his beak and pecked at it, making a popping sound.

Niu Er waved his palm to drive away the crows.

Don't break it for me.

He also pointed to this sign to identify the guy who was struck by lightning.

The crow was driven away by Niu Er, crouched on its body, and then flapped its wings and flew out of the pergola.

The flickering wings brought a gust of wind and swept across the three-way intersection.

Because of this card, the dwarf winter melon suspects that Niu Er is a deserter who escaped from the barracks.

This reminds Niu Er that the guy who was struck by lightning will not be a deserter.

It's just that what kind of thing does a deserter have to do in the barracks to provoke God to want to kill him with a thunderbolt?

Niu Er stuffed the cards into his waist and put the burden on his back and prepared to go on the road.

Walking through the intersection, the afterglow of his eyes swept over the corpse of the middle-aged man, and Niu Er felt as if something was wrong.

The clothes on the middle-aged man have been ripped off by Niu Er. A naked corpse was exposed, exposed to the sun.

Niu Er turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man's corpse.

The corpse of the middle-aged man showed a blue-gray color, and the wrinkled skin could not wrap the craggy bones, revealing the white bones underneath.

Niu Er was taken aback, and ducked to the side with a loud scream.

The middle-aged man, the guy with a horizontal eyebrow, the big boss among the three bandits, just died. When Niu Er picked up his clothes, his body was still soft.

How did this work of gnawing a piece of dry food under the pergola, it seems to have experienced the passage of time and the changes of the years. Turned into an old corpse that had been dead for decades.

In the distance, there was a young man lying with tattoos on his face. It's just that from a distance, I can't see what he looks like, whether he remains the appearance of a freshly dead person, or whether he has turned into a skeleton like a middle-aged man.

Niu Er glanced at the skeleton in front of him.

Stealing chickens is not a recipe for rice.

You are, robbing money is not a loss of life.

I can only send you two words: you deserve it!

Niu Er turned around and walked along the path.

A gust of wind blew, blowing through the corpses on the three-way intersection, blowing the two skeletons and whining the wind, turning into a puff of smoke and drifting away with the wind.