C180 diabolism

I looked at Mr. Zhao and slipped my hand into my clothes. To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that he's a friend, based on his strange tone of voice, I would have also stabbed him.

However, Mr. Zhao didn't have self-awareness and even whispered in my ear, "In winter, one Di Fusheng will be planted, and in spring, the other Di Fusheng will be harvested. Eldest Nephew, you know, he has a seed in his body. "

I shrugged off his hand and asked, "So what are you going to do?"

Mr. Zhao said, "What do I plan to do? Didn't I tell you? I want to bury people. "

I replied, then said to Mr. Zhao, "You have to dig this hole yourself. I'll stand guard on the side."

Mr. Zhao invited me twice more, but seeing that I was still unwilling to dig, he could only give up.

His pit was big and deep, but he still didn't seem satisfied. He kept digging deeper until he jumped into the pit.

Looking at the busy Mr. Zhao, I suddenly had a thought that was growing stronger and stronger in my heart: This is definitely not Mr. Zhao. Although the Mr. Zhao was muttering to himself, it was impossible for him to do such an evil thing.

Or else, this person in the pit was a little kid pretending to be one. Or maybe he was possessed.

Taking advantage that Mr. Zhao was not paying attention, I quietly went to the side of the pit and opened the rolled thing beneath his feet.

It was a broken mat. It was unknown where he picked it up from, but there was a soft stepping stone inside. It felt like a human corpse.

I felt a little scared, but I gritted my teeth and opened the mat. I saw a man lying inside. It's just that the surrounding light is too dim for me to see clearly.

I took a deep breath, took out my cell phone, and pressed it into the corpse's face.

Then I was surprised: This person was not Di Fusheng at all. It was a middle-aged man, a middle-aged man that I didn't recognize at all.

Mr. Zhao shouted from below: "Eldest Nephew, help me pass the dead down."

I replied and used my phone to shake the Mr. Zhao. The light flashed on his face, and I realized that he looked very much like the Mr. Zhao, but there was actually a huge difference.

Without a word, I pushed the body into the pit. Mr. Zhao put away the corpse and jumped up to fill it up.

I took this opportunity to kick Mr. Zhao into the pit.

Mr. Zhao cried out, struggling to climb up. And I pulled the knife out and put it on his neck.

I'm up, he's down. My dagger can cut his neck, but he can't hit me. Thus, he was completely controlled by me and didn't dare to act rashly.

Mr. Zhao let out a hollow laugh, and said miserably: "Eldest Nephew, what are you doing?"

I replied, "If you aren't Mr. Zhao, then who are you?"

Mr. Zhao was startled for a moment, then stubbornly said: "How is it not me, I am."

I pointed my cell phone at his eyes. He couldn't open it. Then I saw that the skin around his neck had a clear line of demarcation, and that the two skins were not the same at all.

I grabbed the edge with my hand and tore at it...

Mr. Zhao's face fell, revealing another face underneath. It was the Zhai Fu.

I looked at him, dumbstruck. "Why are you here?"

Zhai Fu laughed dryly: Why do you think I'm here?

I looked at the body at his feet.

Zhai Fu said, "Who said I killed someone? Did you see me kill anyone? "

I said, "You didn't kill anyone. Why are you burying your body here?"

Zhai Fu said, "Look up."

I looked up and saw a dark mass in the sky. There was nothing. I panicked. "Crap, I fell for his trap."

When I lowered my head, the Zhai Fu was gone, the corpse in the pit was also gone.

I scratched my head. All of them are sneaking around and talking about it. "

I took a picture of the pit with my phone and saw that there was a skeleton inside. I hesitated for a moment before jumping into the pit.

I used the flashlight to look at it and heard a miserable voice coming from under the soil, "You saw it all. You want to avenge me."

I shuddered and scrambled to escape. Who knew that the bone hand would grab my ankle and say, "You're going to avenge me?"

I casually used the dagger to slash at him, but before I touched the bone in my hand, I changed my mind. "I said, don't worry. If you were killed by someone, I will definitely help you."

The moment I said those words, the arm bone loosened its grip. I'm free.

I was silent for a few seconds, then crawled out of the pit. At this point, I felt more and more that the sky above me was not right. Although the sky was originally dark, there was still a crescent moon. Now that the moon had disappeared, the sky had also changed. It was as if he was being blocked by a large hand. Some places were dark, and some places had a little light.

I suddenly became alarmed. "It can't be that they're covering their eyes, right?"

I put my finger in my mouth and bit hard. The taste of blood filled my mouth. I know, I bit my finger. I raised my hand and tapped my forehead.

At that moment, my body shuddered and I suddenly shivered. Everything around me lit up. The dark sky above was gone, and the moon was shining again.

I looked to the side and saw that I was sitting next to the pit. The Mr. Zhao held a shovel in his hand and was digging.

He turned his head and looked at me with a strange expression on his face. I also looked at him strangely.

A moment later, Mr. Zhao was the first to speak: "You woke up from your sleep?"

I said, "You woke up from your sleep and dug this pit?"

As I spoke, I used my phone to look at Mr. Zhao. There was a shadow around him, or at least proof that he had a body. I looked at his face again, and it didn't look like he was wearing a mask.

Actually, it's just to reassure myself. Actually, I am more certain that the current Mr. Zhao is the Mr. Zhao. Because the ghost had been driven away by the blood from my fingertips.

Mr. Zhao squinted his eyes and said to me: "You don't need to take the photo, I'm serious."

I was found out and awkwardly put my phone away. Mr. Zhao sat beside me and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

I took the small notebook and saw that it was a driver's license with a name vaguely written inside: Ma Changgui. There was a picture next to the name, but the picture was no longer visible.

I asked the Mr. Zhao, "Where did this come from?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Didn't you give this to me?"

I curiously asked, "I gave it to you?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Yes. He said that the two of us would chase after Di Fusheng together, but in the end, you ended up turning into a demon at the back. I kept groping at the trees in front of me, vaguely as if I could hear footsteps. That kid should be right in front of us, but when I look back, I realize that you're gone. "

"This place is really weird, I was afraid that something might have happened to you, so I turned around to go back and look for it, only to see that you had found a broken iron shovel somewhere, and you were digging a hole while mumbling to yourself: If you plant one Di Fusheng in the winter, you can harvest another one in the spring. "You said that if you plant one, you can take another one. Isn't it just a waste of effort on your part?"

I grinned and thought, "Why is what Mr. Zhao saw the same as what I saw?"

"And then?" I asked.

The Mr. Zhao pointed at the pit and said, "Then you dug out a body. He then took out a small notebook from the corpse and said to me in a strange manner, "Help me take revenge."

"I saw that you seemed to be sleepwalking and didn't dare to wake you up, so I left you by the side. As for me … I'll dig again and see if there's anything else on the dead man. "Yeah, you woke up before I could dig."

I said to Mr. Zhao, "I am not sleepwalking, I have been blinded by ghosts."

Mr. Zhao looked at the pit: What's inside?

I nodded.

Mr. Zhao said, "Impossible, I just looked at it. There isn't a soul inside."

I said, "How can there be no soul? Not only can I see the face of the dead, I can also see the murderer.

The Mr. Zhao said, "I reckon you are dreaming. I just said that there's something wrong with the Zhai Fu and you dreamed that he killed someone. "You're daydreaming and daydreaming."

He wrapped up his clothes and said, "However, the chilly wind in this small forest is indeed quite evil. Even if there are no ghosts, it would be easy for Feng Xie to enter into your body and see some strange things. "

I said, "I really saw it."

I walked over to the pit and shone my cell phone on the bone, exactly as I had seen it. Just when I was about to call Mr. Zhao over, I accidentally dropped my phone into the hole.

I scratched my head. "This is going to be troublesome."

The pit was so deep that I couldn't pick up the phone even if I was lying on my stomach.

I had no choice but to slowly slip into the pit, grabbed my phone from afar and was about to leave. Who knew that with a flash of light, I saw something else.

I said to Mr. Zhao: "Second Uncle, there's something wrong with his corpse. Come down and take a look."

Mr. Zhao stood on the ground and refused to come down: "Is there a problem? Tell me about it. "

I used my phone to look at the pile of bones and said, "His wrist is red. Hmm, the ankle too, hmm, there are some on the neck as well. "Huh? Especially the side of his mouth. It looks like it's stained with blood."

When the Mr. Zhao heard this, he immediately jumped down. He examined it and said to me, "This is not blood, this is cinnabar. After killing someone, he poured the cinnabar into his mouth and hands and feet. He would be able to trap the soul within the corpse. No wonder I didn't feel a soul just now, this soul is tied to the body, it can only be found if you get closer. "

I said to the Mr. Zhao, "Forget about killing him, you even need to pour cinnabar into his body to trap his soul. Isn't this a bit too cruel?"

Mr. Zhao was silent for a while, then said to me: "You just said that you saw the murderer is Zhai Fu? Then he's definitely not as simple as we look. This was because this method was not something an ordinary person would know. He may be proficient in some kind of sorcery. "