C183 horse face

Zhai Fu and Zhai Mai were talking softly again. Their voices were very vague and only faintly audible sobs could be heard. They didn't know the exact details.

I walked a few steps against the wall until I reached the door of Xia Xinyan's room. I turned the knob and the door opened.

I looked in. The bed was empty, and Xia Xin hadn't returned to the room.

Actually, I know in my heart that Xia Xin can't possibly be inside. But I still wanted to confirm with a little bit of luck.

Xia Xin wasn't here, so I walked to the door of Mr. Zhao's room. I nudged the door and heard a snore. I was stunned and peeked inside. I found that Mr. Zhao was sleeping on the bed.

For a second or two, my brain froze. Mr. Zhao did not encounter any danger? He didn't go and save Xia Xin? Was he sleeping well? So what's with my text? Is he playing with me?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through my mind. I took a deep breath, opened the door gently, closed it behind me, and walked over to the bed.

At this time, Mr. Zhao smacked his lips and turned around. I used my phone to look at his face and was immediately stunned.

This man was not Mr. Zhao, but Hu Dali.

Hu Dali was awoken by my phone, he opened his eyes, and was at a loss for a while before he saw who I was.

I was surprised. I looked at him and said, "You... Didn't you get taken away by the police? "

Hu Dali said, "What capture? I was taken to ask a few questions. "

I said, "Yeah, I took you away. Didn't you go to Cypress City? Why are you here? "

Hu Dali said: "When I get to the police station, I will speak nonsense with them. They didn't know what was going on with the Hu Village, so they called me an idiot and released me. Oh yeah, I heard they said that they wanted to define why the Hu Village was poisoned collectively, like a landslide or a mudslide. "

I replied, "I know about this news too. And I know you were let out. Didn't I call you? Let's let you go to Wuzhong to look for Ma Ke, and stay in their dorm for two days first.

Hu Dali scratched his head and muttered: "Wuzhong, I'm a student. I have a high school education, and I know a foreign language.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The students of the Wuzhong also seemed to be well-educated in front of someone like Hu Dali.

I asked Hu Dali, "Then how did you come back?"

Hu Dali said: "I don't know either, I will just tell Ma Ke, I want to return to the Hu Village, I am from there. So Ma Ke found me a car and brought me back. "

"I saw your van on the way, so I asked around. I heard that you guys were together with Di Fusheng, so I came to their house. Di Fusheng's father was very polite, he let me eat, and also let me sleep on the bed. Ah? Didn't they tell you I was here? "

I shook my head. "No."

Hu Dali rubbed his eyes and said to me: "Ninth day, do you know where Mr. Zhao and Xia Xin are?"

I said, "I don't know. I'm looking for them."

Hu Dali's face revealed a complacent look, he laughed: "You don't know? "I know."

I looked at him in surprise. "You know?"

Hu Dali nodded, "Mn, I understand. I just saw them. Do you want to go? I'll show you. "

I was overjoyed and immediately nodded in agreement.

Just as Hu Dali was about to open the door and go downstairs, I hurriedly grabbed onto him. "Be careful, don't alert the enemy."

Hu Dali looked at me strangely: "What do you mean to alert the enemy?"

I didn't know how to explain it to him, so I let him. We have to go downstairs to look for the Mr. Zhao, the stairs are a must. Since I have to face the Zhai Fu no matter what, then I will bite the bullet and go down.

When we went downstairs, Zhai Fu asked, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Hu Dali said: "Go out and take a breather."

Zhai Fu nodded his head, but did not say anything.

I followed Hu Dali to the inner part of the courtyard, and after walking around the house for half a circle, I discovered that there's a backyard at the back of the house.

There were also flowers growing in the yard, but they were very different from the flowers in the front yard. Most of the flowers here had already withered away. Even those that were barely able to hold on had withered their leaves and become yellow, looking like they were malnourished.

I sniffed and smelled something like manure. In other words, these fertilizer flowers were sufficient. Why did they grow so poorly?

I muttered to myself, then Hu Dali said: "I know why."

"Why?" I asked.

Hu Dali said: "I heard it while Di Fusheng and the rest were chatting. He said the front yard couldn't get fat, because it was too smelly and shameful, so he had to give it to the back yard. The flowers in the backyard have actually given all the nutrients for the flowers in the front yard. "

Hu Dali scratched his head and said, "I don't know the meaning either. Anyway, the flowers in the backyard are absorbing nutrients, but it's not for them to use, it's for the flowers in front of them. "

I nodded and thought, "The way these flowers grow is exactly the same as the thing inside Di Fusheng's body."

I wanted to get around the flowers, because I didn't have to think to know there was a lot of shit in them. If he stepped on it, it would be disgusting.

But Hu Dali insisted on walking through the flowers, saying that he could take a shortcut. I was a little puzzled. Was it really necessary to take a shortcut to such a small courtyard?

Wherever he went, I saw the path of the flowers break, the petals fall, and the soles of his shoes sink into the earth. There was only one word in my mind to describe the scene: cruel.

I used my phone to illuminate the place and carefully avoided the dirt on the ground. I walked very cautiously and after about two minutes, Hu Dali stopped and said to me: "We are here."

I looked up and saw a moon door in front of me. Behind the moon door was a stone table and several rooms.

I asked Hu Dali in bewilderment, "Are they beside here?"

Hu Dali nodded: "Yes, yes."

I asked again, "Why didn't you see this door just now?"

Hu Dali said: "It's been blocked out by the flowers."

I looked back. The flowers were really tall. Hu Dali stood at the door and said to me: "Quickly go in."

I said, "You take the front. I'll follow you."

Hu Dali yawned and said: "I still have to sleep, you go ahead."

"Yes," I said, and headed for the Moon Gate. As I passed him, I quietly took the dagger out and stabbed him in the ribs.

Hu Dali screamed, and this sound made me feel guilty. I didn't see any souls being forced out of his body. There was no change in his eyes.

I was a little flustered: had I misjudged him?

Even though I had this thought, I didn't take the dagger away from him. Instead, I moved it up and placed it against his chest.

Hu Dali glared at me and asked: "Ninth day, what are you doing?"

I said, "You're not Hu Dali."

Hu Dali said: "Are you joking? I've only been gone for two or three days, and you don't know me? "

I shook my head and said to Hu Dali: "You are not Hu Dali. Although you are trying your best to act dumb, I can see that you are not really dumb."

Hu Dali was silent for a while, then he suddenly laughed sinisterly, which made my hair stand on end.

He said to me, "That's right, I am indeed not Hu Dali."

I stared at him. "Who the hell are you?"

He reached out and touched his face. I saw his face melt like a block of ice under the sun, but when it did, another face appeared.

This face was very thin, very long, like a horse's face.

He said faintly, "I'm Horse-Face."

I subconsciously thought, "Ma, this surname is also not bad. Isn't it too unpleasant to be called Horse-Face? "

It wasn't until two seconds later that I reacted. Horse-Face was the Horse-Face of Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

Looking at his face, it really did look like the face of a horse.

Horse-Face sighed with a friendly face, but this kind of kindness made me feel even stranger.

He faintly said, "You should have guessed my identity by now, right?"

I nodded. "You are the Nagzul?"

Horse-Face made a sound of acknowledgement, "Hu Chujiu, your time is up."

I see a lot of names written on it, but I can't see anything about anyone except my own.

I saw a list of dates on the back of my name. It was tonight, right now, not a minute late.

I felt some despair, and the dagger in my hand slowly drooped down.

I asked hesitantly, "Did you also take away Mr. Zhao and Xia Xin?"

Horse-Face said, "I didn't take them with me. They were taken by Ox-Head."

I smiled bitterly. "I really didn't know that our relationship was so good. We don't wish to be born on the same day of the same year, but we do wish to die on the same day of the same month of the same year. "

Horse-Face said faintly, "The three of you are often together. Who knows how many evil and wicked things you have done, so your lifespan is running out quickly. What's so strange about dying on the same day of the same year? Look at those bandits, grouped in groups of three or five, gathering in the Howling Mountains. If they were apprehended and brought to justice, wouldn't they die on the same day of the same year? "

I said unjustly: "The three of us together, have you done anything heinous? When we were in Hu Village, Hu Dali was saved by us, right? Were we the ones who let the souls of the villagers go? Ghost Prison … Forget it, don't mention it. When we were in the Cypress City, we were in the Rain City, so we saved Dou Jiang, right? Was the Little Tang Wei saved by us? "And …"

I wanted to take credit, but Horse-Face interrupted me.

He blandly said, "Why did you save these people? Who allowed you to save these people? "

I was at a loss of what to do as I said, "I saved them and did a good deed for them."

Horse-Face laughed coldly and said, "Some of them deserve to die, while some should go to the underworld. This is the Heavenly Dao. You look like you're saving people, but you're actually acting against the will of the heavens. This was called 'Heaven Piercing'. What if you save one person, and once this person returns to the human world, you accidentally kill the other person? Wouldn't the people who were killed be innocent? This was what it meant to be wicked. You still dare to say that you didn't do anything against nature? "