The night was stormy, and the lightning was like the open eyes of the sky, opening and closing, leaving only a pale imprint in the hearts of the people for a long time. www.biquge.info On a night like this, the thunder was so powerful that it seemed to want to destroy the attic of the little worm. The little worm was awakened, he couldn't sleep, he listened to the snoring of women playing drums around him, and listened to the thunder outside the window, telling him how to sleep peacefully.

So, he opened his eyes and looked at the roof, listening to the snoring and thunder roaring together.

Suddenly, the window frame slammed, as if it had been poured in by a gust of wind, and it was pushed loud. He was startled and struggled to get up, but the rain was still pouring outside the window, the women around him were still snoring like thunder, and the thunder in the sky was still earth-shattering. It's just that, in a flash of white light, he saw a trail of blood under the window frame that had just been shaken open by the thunderstorm. It was flowing into the room with the rain that was coming in.

The worm was shocked, so he got up, jumped out of bed, and ran to the window to take a look. Sure enough, it was bloodstains, and there was a fishy smell. He leaned on the window frame again, peeked out, and under the light of a bolt of lightning, he saw more than a dozen people standing in the courtyard, dressed in black, holding steel knives, and fighting around the old man Cao Bing. He also saw a corpse lying underneath his windowframe, rain and blood, rushing downhill with the raging torrent.

Suddenly, there was another lightning bolt, but this time it was not lightning in the sky, it was the knife wielded in Cao Bing's hand, which wiped the electric light burst out from the rain and the wind, illuminating the entire courtyard like lightning. The little worm saw that his knife was very fast, and his body and movement were very agile, and he got through the light of the black-clothed man's knife, and his knife slashed and slashed indiscriminately.

In the white light of the lightning, the old man was covered in blood, and his hands, feet, under the hem of his clothes, and his beard hanging down were all dripping with the rain, dripping with the blood splashed on other people's bodies. Just as the white light flashed, when it was about to return to darkness, more than a dozen black-clothed swordsmen had all fallen to the ground, and the blood flowing from their bodies was immediately washed away by the heavy rain!

As soon as the lightning passed, thunder fell from the sky again, shaking the insects in the house. However, his woman was still asleep and snoring. Another bolt of lightning streaked through the sky, and the courtyard was once again pale with a pale light, and in the pale light, the little worm saw the old man walking back with a knife. At this moment, the blood stains on his body had been washed away by the torrential rain, but the footprints left a faint bloody muddy when they walked through the puddles all over the ground.

Suddenly, at that moment, Xiao Worm found that from his orchard, twenty or thirty black-clothed men with steel knives came out, and they were chasing behind the old man Cao Bing, swinging their knives and slashing them. The little insect was terrified, what a heart he was carrying for the old man at this moment! Because, with the thunderstorm, it was difficult for people walking to hear the footsteps behind them.

The group of black-clothed people got closer and closer, and they were about to catch up with the old man Cao Bing who was strolling and walking. Moreover, they had already raised their bright steel knives, so the little worm exclaimed, "There is someone behind!"

This call was too timely, and it saved the life of the old man Cao Bing! He heard a cry coming from the attic window, and he turned around without delay, and he waved the knife in his hand again. The pale sword light cut through the sky again, and also illuminated the entire courtyard again, and the same cut down more than a dozen black-clothed people wielding steel knives again, and they all fell to the ground.

At the same time, the little worm also saw the old man Cao Bing grab a handful of bamboo sticks from his sleeve, he suddenly turned around and shook it, and the bamboo sticks in his hand flew out. And, rubbing the raindrops and the wind, emitted emerald green flames, with a brilliance like shooting stars, and shot at those who continued to catch up with the steel knives behind them, and also at those who lurked in the thick branches of the trees in the orchard.

Suddenly, all the people in the courtyard who were carrying steel knives had their necks pierced by a sharp bamboo stick, and even those who were hiding on the dense branches of the fruit trees covered their throats with their hands and turned them over. This time, Cao Bing didn't look back or stop, he walked straight back to the corridor of the attic.

Later, the worm also hears the sound of the gate closing.

The rain was still heavy, the thunder was still loud, and the lightning was still flickering and dimming. It's just that the dead bodies that fell to the ground in the yard are becoming more and more weird and terrifying, and they seem to make the insects feel more frightened than when they were alive!

This night, the worm was in no mood to fall asleep, and he suddenly felt how pleasant the snoring of the woman on the bed was, it was simply a beautiful song, and accompanied him to spend such a terrifying and lonely night.

The next day, the sun came out, and all kinds of cheerful birdsong still chirped in the orchard as before. And now, the little worm did not dare to go downstairs, because the courtyard was full of dead people's corpses. However, he heard Nanjian and Hanyu talking in the corridor of the attic.

"What a charming morning sun!" said Huayu, "Look, one by one, it's like a ribbon floating out of the clouds, it's so beautiful, it's beautiful!"

"The bird's song is also good!" he heard Nan Jian say again, "There is no one in the world whose song can compare to the song of the bird in the morning!"

The worms wondered, weren't they afraid to see the corpses in their yards? At that moment, the snoring of the woman on the bed stopped abruptly, and she woke up, which meant that a new day's work had begun. When she saw that the little worm was still lying in the room, she was very upset, "You are up, what are you doing on it!" his mother-in-law yawned, blinked her sleepy eyes, looked mentally tired, and said grogily, "I can't go down to do things, has the door of the chicken kitchen been opened, has the pigsty been cleaned, ......has the pigeon been fed?"

The little worm couldn't be scared anymore and snatched the door.

Seeing her man go out of the room in a panic, the woman smiled proudly, and she said while laughing: "People are in charge of thousands of troops, but I am in charge of a useless man like you!"

When the little worm walked to the door, he saw that there was a dead man somewhere! The ground had already been dried by the sun, and the traces of blood and water were no longer visible, and the grass on the edge of the yard was as green as ever, showing him a thriving vitality. However, the branches of a few peach trees were broken in a messy manner, as if they had been broken by a strong wind. However, Xiao Worm knew that it was the branch that was broken when a few black-clothed people who were hiding on it last night were shot down by Cao Bing's bamboo sticks.

"Ah, did it rain last night?" said his woman, standing behind him, looking at the broken branches, and exclaimed in amazement, "Why, the trees have been blown off!"

Under the porch outside the door, the old man Cao Bing was still sitting on the small stool, using his knife and carrying a bamboo stick. Looking at his silent appearance, it seems that everything that happened last night has nothing to do with him. It was as if there had been a rainstorm last night, and nothing else had happened.

His wife was still sewing the tops, but yesterday she was holding a few gray rags in her hands, and now she was holding half of the uppers that were about to be formed. As for Nanjian and the words, he was still in the attic appreciating the scenery of the manor in front of him with great interest.

At that moment, it was as if everything the worm had seen last night was a nightmare—a nightmare about the murder of the old man Cao Bing! )