Chapter 679

I shrunk to the side of the window because there was no glass on it. It was a completely empty frame. Looking out, I saw a dark shadow in the night and limped towards the door. Sure enough, it's the old grandson. He must have followed my trail. It's not a good thing to go out and fight head-on. He came prepared and was on his territory. It's better to hide.

With this in mind, I crept into the inner room and hid under the windowsill. If he finds out, I can escape from the top window for the first time.

Just after hiding, there was a creak at the door, a gloomy sound of opening the door, and a dark shadow came in shaking. I was a little nervous at the moment. I put my right hand into my bag and clenched a masonry cone. I was ready to fight with the old grandson in case I couldn't escape.

When he came in, he stopped and seemed to be observing the situation in the room. Then a light came on and turned on the flashlight. The old grandson's face looked very gloomy and like a ghost under the light below. Fortunately, he just turned his head and looked at the house in his eyes. He didn't turn on the light, and then walked forward.

It's not like you came to me. What are you doing here in the dark? Curious, I leaned out half of my body and looked outside. I saw the old cripple go to the square table, squat down, reach out and remove the urine can. I wonder if there's anything hidden under the urinal?

Because the distance was a little far away, he blocked half of his body. Even if I stretched my neck, I couldn't see what was under the urinal. Then there was a fire in his hand, which should be a fuhuo. He shook his hand and patted the fuhuo on the ground. Suddenly there was a strange cry of "squeaking".

This sudden cry, which was in the extremely mysterious old house, looked very terrible. My scalp was numb in an instant. But the sound sounds familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere. Suddenly I think of Shashan town. Yes, this sound is like a ghost monkey.

My God, why is this thing in this village? No wonder the wooden building is so evil. It must be the old lame who raised the ghost monkey and arranged it on one side of the wooden building. Suddenly, I vaguely thought of the meaning of the name Northeast Village. The wooden building has absolutely something to do with the black sand demon soul of Shashan town. Therefore, the direction in the village name takes Shashan town as the axis, so this building should be called the Northeast building!

Fortunately, duyang powder was painted on his forehead in advance. Although the ghost monkey came out, he couldn't feel that there were others in the house for a while and a half. The old cripple didn't come for me, so don't rush to do it until he left.

In the squeaking sound of the ghost monkey, I only heard the old lame laugh twice, raised a bloody finger of his left hand, and could clearly see the mysterious and ferocious smile from his side face. My heart suddenly jumped. It was difficult to determine whether I was feeding the ghost monkey blood or whether my fingers were stained with ghost monkey blood.

He took out a knife, scraped the blood on his finger into a plastic bag, and then put the urine can back in place. I didn't feed blood, I came to get blood. He put the bag containing this blood into his cloth pocket, then got up and looked at the house. I hurriedly retracted myself. He turned off the light and limped out of the door.

I got up slowly, turned my head and looked at his shaking figure in the night. Finally, I disappeared by the wall, so I took a breath. But I didn't dare to go out right away. I must be careful about this old guy. It was not until I waited in the dark for four or five minutes and saw no movement outside that the light was on.

Then he went to the square table and squatted down, wondering why Mao wanted to hold the ghost monkey with a urinal? I see. Urinals are filthy. It's right to suppress them. Then he took out a fire from all directions, pushed and shot around the urine can, chanted and burned a ghost charm, and then stretched out his hand to uncover the can.

I was stunned. There was nothing under the jar, but a neat and clean green brick. A black brick is engraved with a mantra. It is a forbidden talisman after careful identification. Is the ghost monkey pressed under the green brick? Just thinking, the fuhuo burned on my finger. I grinned and threw it away.

Pull out the masonry cone from the bag with your backhand and pry up the green brick. Suddenly, a black gas came out from below, but I met the ghost talisman that had just burned into ash and squeaked a few times. I then lit a lighter and lit a fire in all directions. The flame quickly formed a circle to make the black gas show its original shape.

Yes, it's a ghost monkey, but it's quite small. It's as big as a palm. It's a pocket type. And it is not exactly the same as the water lion ghost in the Heisha river. The whole body is green. At first glance, it looks like a big green bug. There are no feet below, dragging a pointed tail. Only the upper body is the original appearance of the ghost monkey.

After it was surrounded by the ground fire, it looked timid. It couldn't help shivering under the green brick. A pair of small eyes were full of fear. Under the green brick is a concave hole about the size of a foot. There are green bricks on the four walls and a hole with a big fist at the bottom. I turned on the mobile phone light and shone into the hole. There was no bottom below, and there was a wisp of cold.

Eighty percent of the ghost monkeys live in the cave and are suppressed by urine cans and forbidden spells. But I don't understand. What's the use of the old lame coming to get his blood? Won't you hurt people again? Thinking of this, I was worried. Then he chanted a curse and urged the fire to burn this thing. Unexpectedly, the ghost monkey slipped into the hole below and disappeared in an instant. Then he looked down to see what was going on in the hole and puffed a smelly liquid out of it, splashing my face.

I don't know whether it's the urine or feces of a ghost monkey. It's disgusting. Take out a paper towel, wipe your face clean, cover the green brick, and buckle the jar back in place. The heart said that after I stop the old lame from harming people first, I'll clean up your little boy later.

Hurriedly turned out the wall of the yard, blew out the lights, and rushed to the north of the village along the East path of the village. But when he came to the door of the old cripple, he found that the door was locked and looked into the yard. There was no light in the dark. He should not be at home. Where will the old grandson go?

I was wandering without timing when I suddenly found a light beam shaking in the West. I first hid behind the old locust tree and peeped. From a distance, I saw a man walking West with a flashlight. From the perspective of light shaking, it's probably an old lame. He walks unevenly, and the range of light fluctuation is relatively large.

When it was confirmed that it was him, I immediately chased him around the waist. He took a few steps to hide. It seemed that he didn't find anyone following him. He went all the way to the desolate field in the west of the village. Under the light, a rugged grave appeared in sight.

I couldn't help but be stunned. The old lame took the ghost monkey's blood, didn't hurt people, and came to the cemetery to dry wool?