C42

The man with the jars stood a few meters in front of me, and I stopped in my tracks. I don't know what he wants. He stood where he was for a while, slowly raising his hands to remove the jar.

"Second Uncle!" I couldn't help but exclaim.

But I immediately realized that he wasn't my Second Uncle. My Second Uncle was already dead, and I saw his body with my own eyes, lying on the bed. When I left my maternal grandma's house, his corpse had already been dressed in birthday clothes.

"Jin Shi!" The man opposite me shouted at me. His voice sounded exactly like my Second Uncle's.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, fighting back my fear.

"I'm your Second Uncle, don't you recognize my face?" The man held the jar in one arm and pointed with the other to his face.

"But my Second Uncle is already dead! Could it be that the person who died was not my Second Uncle? You are? " I suddenly felt a surge of hope, that my Second Uncle was still alive, and the one who died was someone else. After all, there are very few people in the world who are good to me. Second Uncle was one of them.

"NO!" The one who died was your Second Uncle! I am also your Second Uncle! " the man across from him said.

"That I don't understand!"

"You will understand sooner or later!" And with that, the man on the opposite side of the table strode toward me.

"What the hell do you want to do?" I shouted. He bent down to pick up a broken brick from the ground and raised it high in preparation to throw.

"Don't be afraid, I'll go attend your Second Uncle's funeral!"

I stood on the curb, watching the man warily. He pulled the jar back over his head and passed me. He was heading to my grandma's house. I wanted to go with him and see what he was up to. But when I thought about my grandmother's family's cold attitude towards me, my heart went cold. I couldn't be bothered to care about all that anymore. Seeing that the sky was about to turn dark, he quickened his pace towards home.

As I passed a fork in the road, I suddenly thought about the old willow tree that had been struck by lightning. I wanted to see the thing in the old well. It's my friend after all. Thus, he turned away from the direction of his home and headed towards the north. When they reached the old willow tree, which had been burned down to a bare, charred trunk, they saw a man standing by the well, drawing water, with a bottle of pesticides and a sprayer at his side.

It was an old man in his sixties. I said why aren't you coming home at this late hour? He said he planted an acre of green onions and gave them medicine. I went to the well and looked in. It was so dark I couldn't see anything. The old man asked the boy what you were doing here. I didn't say anything. His eyes were wary as he said, "You aren't here to steal my spring onion, are you?"

I said I don't know where your green land is. When the old man said you didn't know, I wouldn't tell you. I said that since you're here fetching water, it must be in this area. Annoyed, the old man glared at me and scolded, "If you dare steal my onion and let me catch you, I'll beat you to death!" "Look at your small body, I lifted you up and you fell to your death!"

I said, "What are you in a hurry for? I also have spring onions, who would want to eat your spring onions! "

"Then get out of here, don't get in the way!"

I said, "You only dare to be mean to me when I'm weak. If you were a strong man, you'd definitely be so scared that you wouldn't even dare to fart!"

"Pah!" The old man slapped me hard on the back of the head. I fell forward and almost fell into the well. I was furious, saying that I don't want to bully an old bastard like you, but you actually attacked first. He punched him in the face. Smash his nose until it bled.

"Wow!" Grandson, you dare to hit me! Just you wait, I'll call someone! "You won't be able to leave today …" As the old man wiped the blood from his nose, he took out his cell phone and began to scream.

I looked around and saw no one else. Gritting his teeth and blinking his eyes, he suddenly threw himself forward and pushed the old man into the well. Gulp! A muffled sound of water splashing could be heard from the well. I stood there for a moment without hearing the old man's cry for help from the well. Silence returned to the well. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a shout: "Wait!"

I stopped and looked back. It was a woman. Judging from his age, he seemed to be around twenty years old. Her figure was not bad, her face was pretty good, and her clothes could still be considered foreign.

"What for?" I asked.

"Did you see my grandfather?" the girl asked as she approached.

"No!" I answered simply.

"What are you doing here?" she asked again, looking at me with a kind of scrutiny in her eyes.

"I came to see if anyone was occupying the well and planned to water it tomorrow. There is a watermelon seed growing in the corn! " I lied. Now that the corn is almost ripe, waiting for it to dry up, and no one is watering it, I say that there are still watermelon seeds growing in the corn.

The girl exclaimed with a strange expression on her face. "Where can my grandfather go? There are pesticides and sprayers on the side of the well!"

I say, did your grandpa shit in the cornfield? Just wait a bit longer and he'll come out. The girl stopped talking. Just as I was about to leave, the old man's shout came from the well, "Qing Qing, don't let that pot of rice run away, he was the one who pushed me into the well!"

The girl started and rushed over to grab me. I was five meters away. But her legs were long, mine were short. She caught up to me after running for less than 30 meters. She knocked me down in a few hits and pinned me to the ground. She took out her cell phone and was about to make a call. It was my turn to be lucky today and always pick up bricks. He then touched a broken brick on the ground and smashed it into the girl's eye sockets.

The corner of the brick caught her eye. One of his eyes was badly mangled and he was afraid he was going blind. It was so painful that the girl covered her face and rolled on the ground, crying and howling. I don't know which of my tendons went wrong today, and I've been extremely ruthless over and over again. Afraid of leaving behind any future troubles. Like this girl took the police to my house and put me in jail or something. Killing intent surged in his heart. He might as well not do it. He swung the brick and smashed it on the girl's head.

It was unknown how many times it hit. My hands were covered in blood. The girl on the ground had stopped screaming long ago, and with another sniff of her nose, she was no longer breathing. His head was like a bloody gourd. I dragged her body to the well and shouted into it, "Old thing! Now you're happy, I killed your granddaughter! I'll accompany you in death! " He then lifted the corpse into the well.

Then he heard the old man's crying.

I saw that there was a bottle of pesticide lying by the well. It felt heavy in my hand. He then shouted into the well, "Poison you, you old thing!" He then poured a bottle of pesticides into the well. There was a strong, pungent smell coming from the well. I immediately regretted it again, because I remembered that the thing was still hidden in the well, afraid that the pesticide would poison it again.

The sky turned dark. I left the well. He went to a river and jumped into it. He washed the blood off his body. His heart was in turmoil. [Why can't I hold back my impulse when I'm blaming myself!] What was the point of bickering with an old man? How much time had passed? Two more people had died.

I was alone in the river for at least four hours. He went ashore and dragged his wet body back to the village. The street was empty. When I arrived at my house, I pushed on the door, but I couldn't move it. The door had already been moved up from the inside.

After knocking for half a day, Yang Dabao's voice came from the courtyard: "Who is it?"

"I, Jin Shi!"

"You don't have a share in this family, get lost!"

"Yang Dabao, my ass! Do you dare to open the door for me?! " I was so angry that I wanted to chop him to death with a kitchen knife.

"F * ck." My mother? My mom is your mom, you must be f * * king stupid! "

"Do you dare to open the door for me?" I shouted and punched the door again.

"If you have the guts, flip over the wall!" Yang Dabao seemed to be afraid.

I sat down in front of the door.

It was late at night by the time he sat down. Leaning against the door, I was dozing with my head on the floor. A sudden stab of pain sobered me up. There was something squirming in the hump. Something was trying to get out. The pain was so intense that I couldn't help but groan. He began to chant and sweat profusely.

After a while, I felt the skin on my back crack open, and sure enough, something was slowly coming out of the hump. I threw myself forward in pain and fell to my knees, trying to straighten my chest and my neck, and I began to scream.

The pain from the heart-piercing pain lasted for about an hour. Only then did quite a few of them disappear. I reached back and found two hard, sharp objects stuck out from the edge of the hump. They looked like bones, about three inches long, about the width of a finger, thick as a tooth in the middle, and stained with blood.