Chapter 897

Xia Yuye was very slow when she was working. After she climbed the rope, the boss quickly killed her. Xuangen and I hurriedly pulled the rope up, but when we lifted her into the air, the boss reached out and grabbed the end of the rope below and pulled it down. Your grandmother's, are we as strong as you?

Xuangen and I were almost pulled down from the eaves. Fortunately, Xia Yu solved the problem for himself at the time of this electro-optic flint. She let go of the dead bodies and turned her goal to the boss. Although the grandson is only temporarily controlled, what we want is this short opportunity to lift Xia Yu night to the roof.

The grandson woke up and pulled down the rope desperately. I stretched out my foot and kicked the claw hook off. It's for you. The boss tried too hard, pulled down an empty, and couldn't help falling downstairs. At the moment, the human skin lantern also floated under the eaves. There was a mouth like opening in the human skin, spitting out a long bright red tongue and cruising around.

We found out that the dead tongue came from the lantern. This thing is really weird. It is estimated that the whole inn is controlled by it. Then the root of the lantern corpse is also on it. Although I want to understand this, my friends don't dare to trouble it. If it doesn't trouble us, thank God.

The old boy was lying on the eaves, spitting out his tongue to breathe, but when he saw the tongue puffing back and forth, he asked angrily, "is the roof insured or not? What if they come up?"

Xia Yu is now paralyzed. Lying on the roof slope, he said, "it should be safe. I usually don't read it wrong."

Listening to this tone, I was a little worried. I looked down nervously and didn't dare to relax my vigilance. Now the boss ran up the stairs again. He just stood under the eaves and looked around without looking up at us. Then the human skin lantern moved to the left with its tongue out, and the grandson and the dead bodies all followed. The lanterns floated out more than ten feet away, turned back, and they followed them back. Just go back and forth, not too tired, walking back and forth.

I'm completely relieved. It's like those monsters wandering outside like walking corpses after the protagonist hides in a dead corner in the game.

Xia Yu coughed several times and spit out a mouthful of blood. She only heard her gasp: "I've exhausted my skills and my injury has recovered... I have a relapse. I have to go to the hospital at dawn..." she couldn't go on. She tilted her head and spit blood out.

I watched her hesitate. It was easy to save her. I could prepare healing talisman water at any time. But this woman is a terrible enemy. Am I digging a grave for myself when I heal her? If you don't care, she may not survive until dawn. It doesn't matter if she dies. I'm afraid she won't find LAN Xiaoying and her three girls again.

Xia Yu suddenly spewed out two mouthfuls of blood at night. His eyes closed and he lost consciousness. Xuangen climbed over, touched his pulse and said that he had basically reached the edge of life and death, but for a moment or three. The old boy turned on his flashlight, looked at Xia Yu's pale and haggard face at night, and suddenly sighed.

Just listen to him say: "at least it's also a life. Little man, if you can save her, save her once." Then he turned his head and looked into the distance. His face was in a state of meditation, as if he had changed someone.

The old boy is not for lust this time. Although Taoism is not as compassionate as Buddhism, it also pays attention to helping the world and saving people. At the moment, I suddenly feel that the old boy is not so obscene, but has a bit of fairy style.

Well, then save the woman. Anyway, xuangen has a way to stab acupoints to suppress her special function. I'm not afraid of her biting back. So I turned on the headlights and mixed a bowl of Rune water. She was badly hurt. For fear of poor effect of Rune water, she scraped a little powder on the ghost crystal.

When this bowl of Rune water was poured down, Xia Yu's night pulse gradually improved, and at least he saved his life. I drew several runes to recover my physical strength and gave her a bowl of water to help heal her wounds. Then I adjusted two bowls, and I drank with Xuan Yuan respectively, and soon tired away, and my spirits lifted.

Xuangen looked downstairs. Seeing nothing unusual, he closed his eyes and meditated. He didn't recover from his injury. If he hadn't had a profound Taoism, he would have collapsed. But I always don't understand. The old boy doesn't look so weak. Why is he flat by me without fighting back?

Ask him again when you have time. I smiled and suddenly remembered that I hadn't seen the letter paper found in the cave. He took out the letter paper from his pocket and opened it. It turned out to be a "school certificate". Huang Xiaozhi, eight years old, is from Huangjia village. Please go through the admission formalities for daoshan Town Central Primary School in accordance with relevant policies. It is hereby certified! " But the signature below is not sealed, and the date is actually blank.

This Huang Xiaozhi must be the relative of the man who took away his six toes and ran away. Because these two pieces of stationery are the same, definitely from the same age and time. And the six toes and the man took the talisman again. Through this clue, maybe we can find the talisman!

Thinking of this, I rekindled hope for the resurrection of Huasi. At present, I can't help feeling that if I didn't enter the cave of heads, I wouldn't find this clue. Sometimes trouble is not necessarily a bad thing, but a blessing in disguise. The corpse of Huasi was robbed. Now it seems that there is a divine will. And on the way, I met the successor of painting life, which has already explained that Huasi life should not be lost.

I took a long breath and lit a cigarette. At this time, I looked at xuangen and stayed motionless like an old monk. I was very bored when I was idle, so I climbed to the ridge with a cigarette in my mouth. Unexpectedly, I could see the scene of the village on my way to the underworld. There were lights on both sides. I vaguely recognized that they were all farmhouse hotels. But now it's more than 3 a.m. and it's cold winter and December. I can't see a person.

Speaking of the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, today seems to be the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, right? There are three days to drink Laba porridge, but it's a pity that I haven't picked up my grandmother yet. I'm sorry again.

It's too windy to sit on the ridge. I throw away my cigarette end and want to slide back under it. At this time, I suddenly heard footsteps in the street, so I stopped curiously and looked down. I saw a group of people coming out of the darkness, carrying several coffins and rushing here. I counted six coffins. My heart said who died so many people? Besides being buried in the middle of the night, are you in a hurry to be buried before dawn?

Just thinking, this group of people actually carried the coffin into the inn!

Whose body are they trying to hide? I hurried to the eaves and lay down here to inquire. I saw six coffins in the middle of the patio and opened the coffin covers one by one. At this time, the human skin lantern, the dead body and the boss were not on the second floor. Soon, I saw the boss dragging two bloody dead bodies and throwing them next to the coffin like a dead dog. The group quickly put the bodies into a coffin, followed by the boss, dragged out four more bodies, put them in the coffin one after another, and then sealed the lid.

I vaguely understand something. It seems that the six bodies have just been skinned. Are they going to be carried out for burial? But there are seven or eight dead bodies in one room on the second floor. There must be other rooms. Why don't so many dead bodies be carried away for burial? Why should we take away those just killed?