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The child didn't even have time to make a sound as the knife cut through most of his neck, leaving only a layer of flesh. The head was like a broken cotton peach, drooping into the pot. A fresh rush of hot blood poured far away. A tender and innocent life was ended by me just like that.

Sometimes, humans and devils were one step apart.

The smell of blood made me sick. With trembling hands, I cut at the skin again. They wanted their heads to fall into the Urn Jar. However, its skin was tough, and it looked soft and soft. I could only grab the child's head with one hand, causing the skin to tense up. With the other hand, I used the knife to cut the skin one by one.

After cutting off the skin, he threw the head into the Urn Jar. Looking at the Non-head Body on the floor, I looked around and saw a larger Urn Jar in the corner. I walked over and lifted the lid. Then, he carried the Non-head Body over and threw it into the large jar.

Water freezes on such a cold day. I don't have to worry about the smell of rotting corpses. He thought that winter was the best time to kill people. He went into the kitchen and picked up a rusty tin bucket. There was still some water in the bucket. When I reached the well in the courtyard, I poured the remaining water from the bucket into the water compressor and used it as a primer. I immediately lifted the lever of the water compressor. "Creak …" He quickly pressed down and lifted it up, causing the water to come out.

I used to live in a city building with running water. It was the first time the well had been touched. It was also when he was at San Geda's house today that he saw his daughter-in-law Chao Xixi using this method. He learned how to use it, and it worked.

Pressing wells in the countryside. The water was poured into the water compressor in advance to make the piston seal better, because the piston itself would not be completely sealed, and with water added it would be possible to make the piston free of air, so that the water could be pumped out of the pipe below.

The principle of drawing water from a water pressure well by means of a piston upward and a negative pressure forming inside the cylinder body to push the water up from the pipe.

I used a bucket to carry the water into the East Room and filled up the two Urn Jar s. Tie a brick around the head and let it sink to the bottom so it won't float up. He then found a heavy boulder and suppressed the Non-head Body within the big Urn Jar.

Finally, I washed the blood off the ground, and a layer of ice quickly formed on the ground. He then went back into the living room and sat down on a small stool by the table. Under the flickering yellow candlelight, he took out a book and opened it to the third page.

I was stunned again.

On the third page, it read: "This time I killed the wrong person!" The next time he saw a ten-year old child armed with a red cannon, he would kill him again! After completing the task, he would flip to the fourth page. If anyone dares to flip through the fourth page of the quest before it is completed, the transaction between us will be null and void!

My head buzzed for a long time. After working for half a day, it was all for nothing. A human life. What a loss!

Motherf * cker!

But this time I was like a mute eating yellow lotus, there was pain unspeakable. He could only lie on the bed and sleep soundly, constantly consoling himself in his heart: "It's alright, kill one or kill two, also kill two! "Don't panic from the anger. If you continue, you're going to blow your own body!" He could not hold it in any longer, so he bit the blanket and started crying. He was so angry that his entire body trembled. The child I killed was very cute. His skin was smooth and his eyes were big, giving off a sense of cleverness. But a short-lived ghost.

While I was lying in bed in a daze, someone banged on the door outside. I suddenly woke up with a start, my heart thumping. Could it be someone from across the street had come to look for the child? I was too frightened to move in bed. But people outside kept banging on the door, and the banging was getting louder and louder. There was even an extra slap on the door.

If this continued, the door would probably be demolished. I pulled back the covers, got up slowly from the bed, put on my shoes and went out to open the door.

There were four people standing outside the door. The two old ones were young. It was clear that they were the child's parents and grandparents. Under the bright moonlight, it was obvious that the four of them were anxious. The pretty woman said, "Who is that? Have you seen our Shuang Shuo?"

I shook my head and said I hadn't seen him.

The young man said, "I, Shuang Shuo, always like to climb the wall and enter this house to play. I haven't been able to find him for a long time. I wonder if he went back home to play again!"

I said, "I've been asleep in my room and I haven't heard anything."

"Who is it? Can you let us go in and find my grandson? "Maybe he's cowering in some corner of the house!" the old man said.

How could I refuse? The moment I refused, it would become suspicious in their eyes. So I forced myself to move away and let them search. I chased them from behind, extremely nervous.

The four of them searched here and there, even under the bed. He once again entered the East Room. The old man was the most anxious. He was the first to rush forward and step on the ice. He let out a cry and slid down. His head hit the vat with a bang, causing his head to bleed from the sparse white hair. The old woman went up to him and covered him with her hand. She said you can't even look at the bottom of your foot.

The young man lifted the cover of the Urn Jar and said: "Why is it filled with water!"

I said eat it.

He said why didn't you move the Urn Jar into the kitchen?

I said that I would clean the kitchen properly tomorrow, and that some places should be repaired, and that I would keep the water for tomorrow and for the mud.

He turned to me. "Do you need me to help you tomorrow?"

I shook my head and said no.

He said, "It's so cold, and the water's frozen. Remember to put a fire under the root of the Urn Jar tomorrow and melt the ice!" His hands loosened, and a 'pa' sound rang out. The lid went back to the Urn Jar.

The beautiful lady walked up to the big Urn Jar, opened its lid and looked inside, but didn't say anything and put it down. He said, "Do you guys smell it? There seems to be a bloody smell in this room!"

"Phene!" Phene! "Phene!" The other three people sucked their noses with all their might, indicating that they could not breathe. It was too cold, so they felt a little cold on their bodies. The young man said, "Is that blood you smell our dad's? Isn't his head bleeding?!"

I feigned dissatisfaction. "Sister-in-law, what do you mean? Could it be that you suspect that I killed your child? "

"Let's go!" Not here! "Don't delay any longer, let's go search elsewhere!" The young man urged.

Thus, the four of them left the house. I heaved a sigh of relief, closed the door, and went back to sleep.

He slept until daybreak. I got up and went out into the yard.

The winter sun was warm. The branches of the trees were bare. Some wind blew. I was thin and still cold in the sun. He then rummaged through a few cabinets and put on the clothes he had found. Several pieces of clothing were worn together, they were thick and tight, acting as protection against the cold. It's just that I'm way too tall, with long arms and legs and a belly. Wearing these clothes revealed half of his calves, forearms, and stomach.

The place where he couldn't hold it anymore was freezing cold!

I couldn't help but mutter, "Why did you grow up to be such a tall bastard? It's not as good as being short! There's no need to make clothes! "

He had nothing to do anyway. I gathered myself together and squatted at the base of the wall to warm myself. He could hear the cries and screams of the neighbors across the alley, because the child was gone. I'm afraid that I'm afraid of losing my composure and not daring to go out.

A while later. Someone had knocked on the door. I went over uneasily and opened the door. The one who came was San Geda. He asked me what I was doing at home, and why I hadn't seen a joke. I told you what a joke. He said that the children of the Niu Dewang family had disappeared and the family was sitting on the ground crying and making a ruckus. Let's go and take a look.

I rolled my eyes at him and said unhappily, "Third Uncle, it's a tragedy that their child disappeared. It's a joke! "

San Geda gave a silly smile and said: "Everyone in the village, as long as it does not concern you, who cares about your family. Even if your entire family is burnt to death, to others, it would be a joke! On the surface, he said he felt sympathy, pity, and even cried in front of everyone. Who knew how excited he was! They were afraid that the villagers would live too peacefully, without any problems for a long time, without any jokes or tongue to chew, which was what was called boredom!

Why do people always get together after tea? Isn't it all just to ask about something explosive! He would find someone else to brag later on! The villagers, after all, are all farmers. They can't show anyone's actions, but they can speak for themselves! "

I hugged myself again and squatted down, saying, "I'm not going to watch a joke! Seeing them cry makes my heart ache! "

"You're such a good person!"

I asked again, "Third Uncle, what are you doing here? After all, you can't possibly tell me to go and watch a joke here! "

The San Geda said, "Today is Saturday, and it's the new year. I reckon that your Second Brother will be back today! He used to come back on Saturday! I'll wait for him at home with you! " Saying that, he knelt down beside me with his arms around his body.

"Does my Second Brother come back to drive?" I asked.

"Open!" Open a green jeep! The car's name was 212! How domineering! When he arrived, everyone in the village was circling the car! "

After a while, the San Geda could no longer hold it in and stood up, saying, "I'll go see him cry first. When your Second Brother arrives at the village, when the horn sounds, I'll go look for him on the street. Every time he parked on the street, he thought the alley was too narrow for him to drive in and scrape the car with! If you hear the horn, go out into the street and help him carry his things! "

I nodded and said I understood. You can go now.

Another hour passed. I crouch against the wall, squinting and falling. Suddenly there was a long car whistle, which startled me and dispelled my drowsiness. He thought to himself, "Second Brother is back. This guy can do whatever he wants!" He stood up, tidied up his clothes, wiped his hair with his hand, and went out into the street.

Even the people who were just standing next to my door and joining in on the fun came out. They all ran out into the street, saying that Er Nengdan was back, and went to take a look at his car.

In the street I saw a brand-new green jeep parked beside a tree. There was a guy wearing a new and neat gray Chinese tunic. He had combed his oily hair and was standing straight next to the jeep with a complacent look on his face. Presumably, he is my Second Brother.

"Er Nengdan is getting more and more blessed!"

"This looks like twenty to eighty thousand gold coins!" However, they have the qualifications to do so! "

"Er Nengdan, did you bring the cigarettes?"

The smile on that guy's face reminded me of Zhou Run Fa's God of Gambling. He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and sent them out one by one. There were so many people surrounding her that a box of cigarettes was not enough. He took out another box and tore it open. In the end everyone had one or two cigarettes. Women and children too. If he didn't know how to smoke it, it was for her man or her father to steal it.

Everyone was curious for a while before dispersing. Don't stop Er Nengdan from walking!

There were several empty cigarette boxes on the ground.

San Geda pulled me over and introduced me, "Er Xiao, this is your brother who has been missing for eighteen years, he has returned!"

Er Nengdan sized me up a few times, then gave an "oh" in an indifferent tone, not at all enthusiastic. I was also a proud man, and when I saw that he was not enthusiastic, I showed indifference.

"Come here and pick up your things!" he said. He opened the door of the car and picked up a child. The child was dressed in very foreign attire and wore small shoes on his feet. Her chubby white face and red lips made her black eyes roll around. With a single glance, she could tell that she was a child that could easily keep up with other people.

My eyes went wide when I saw the boy holding a red cannon in his hand.

"Er Xiao, whose child is this?" San Geda asked.

"It's from the county's office!" He insisted on following me. The county magistrate has also agreed to let him accompany me to the countryside for the new year.

"The child of the county governor!" How rare! His looks were really attractive! How old is he? " San Geda could not stop laughing.

"Ten years old!"