C48

The bolt turned and vanished.

By the time I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky, and I saw that it was already ten o'clock. I was sitting up like a carp, but because of my recent fatigue and the fact that I had slept so long, I almost sat down again. I turned to look at the glass. It wasn't there.

When I asked my mother, I knew that Glass had gone out to play after breakfast that morning, and that Wu Rilan had gone home.

I had to find the glass first. His quick mind might be able to help me think about what to do. He didn't know much about our village, and the only people he knew were Jouzi, Uncle Fu, and the leopard cat, so it wasn't hard to find him. So I ate some leftovers and went to the main road, because it was the only way to get to their house.

Even before I reached the road, I could see the glass from a distance, with its back to me, squatting on the big rock by the side of the road, the one I had kicked over the last time. "I listened carefully, as if to say," "Piston! Piston!"

As soon as I heard about the plug, I ran over and patted him on the shoulder. "What happened to the plug?"

Glass jumped in fright. She raised her head to look at me, then smiled and pointed towards the grass on the south side of the road and said, "Look, these two idiots are fighting!"

The grass on the south side of the road was deep and dense, mostly artemisia and wild mint, and there was a narrow path leading up to Uncle Fu's house, which was also the way up the mountain.

I looked into the grass and was stunned. There were two people lying in the bushes. Their bodies were wrapped around each other as they struggled for their lives. Their bodies were covered in grass and mud. Judging by the attire, one of them was the bolt, while the other was pressed under the bolt, making it impossible to tell who it was.

"You're too f * cking stupid, you don't even know how to pull a frame?" I glanced at the glass and kicked at the rock beneath his feet. The glass jumped down and chuckled. "Don't use the same trick on me a second time."

I was so angry with the glass that I couldn't say anything. I pointed at him viciously. Then he jumped into the grass and lifted the plug out. I pulled the plug and kicked it mercilessly a few times as he yelled, "Evil spirit, evil spirit!"

Hearing the word "evil spirit," my whole body jolted. I looked up into the grass and saw that the man was slowly getting up and then squatting on the ground, hugging his head and crying, so I still couldn't see what he looked like. As I brushed the grass and dirt from the plug, I said, "What nonsense are you talking about? What evil spirit!" Then he pointed to the glass. "Come here and wipe the mud off his mouth." The bolt refused to let her go as it shouted, "It's an evil spirit, an evil ghost!" He started to kick me, but I pulled him back.

Glasses walked over. Seeing the drool flowing out of the corner of his mouth and covering his face with it, he hurriedly said, "I won't do it. It's too dirty!"

"Hold on tight!" I shouted, and the glass managed to pull the plug.

I turned around and walked back into the bushes. I squatted down and waved my hand at the man. "Where is your home? Why are you here?" I asked. I didn't expect the man to raise his head and scare me so much that I sat down on the ground.

This man, let me call him a human being. His face was badly mutilated and there was nothing to see. His nose had already collapsed and was pressed against his face. His upper lip had been torn from the middle, revealing a row of white teeth. It was the first time I had seen such a bloody face, and I couldn't help but pat my chest. But I recognized him anyway, the man who had surrounded me at the mouth of the alley yesterday and had followed us through the reeds, because he had a knife scar that stood out on one side of his face.

That person looked at me with a shaky expression and immediately showed a terrified expression. His eyes kept trembling in their sockets. It was obvious that he was extremely afraid. Then the man jumped up, ran out of the grass, and ran west along the road, shouting, "Ghost! Ghost!"

Seeing the man run away, the bolt struggled to catch up, but was held by the glass.

As soon as I heard the man shout, "Ghost, ghost," I was suspicious again. The man said he was a ghost, and when he looked at me he also said, "Ghost," and what was wrong with the village, and why was it so full of ghosts. However, from the looks of it, that person had returned to his previous state of mind. Other than a silly air, he no longer had the killing intent and the attacking force from last night. And the reason why his face looks like this, I think, is because he was smashed by a stone with a single thought last night.

I don't know how I did it, but I felt sour in my heart at this time. Yesterday afternoon was a tall and brave normal person, but he became a fool hiding in Wu Rilan's house for a while. Then, he was definitely manipulated by Huang Xuanlong and turned into something that was neither human nor ghost. This was not the end, and now he was being beaten like this by a single thought. It was too pathetic for a person to go through all of this in a single day, and all of this was caused by Huang Xuanlong. He was the real culprit.

Then Glass giggled. I said what are you laughing at.

"Even a fool would think that he saw a ghost when he saw you. This shows how ugly you are!"

I heard the hate in my heart, but I held it back. Glass is too much of a waste of time. It would be better to let him sleep for a few more days to avoid angering me. However, even though he was angry, some things still had to be said, some things still had to be done. Seeing that the suppository had calmed down, I walked over and asked Glass how she was feeling right now.

"Are you asking about my drunkenness?" He stretched, then said, "You're in high spirits now. You've slept all night, and you feel much better. It's just a night of nightmares."

I thought to myself, you're not just fucking sleeping for one night. If you're going to be a normal person, you've been sleeping for three nights. It seems that Mom hasn't told him yet about his soul loss. As soon as I heard that he had had a night's dream, I became interested and asked, "What dream did you have?" I didn't know what kind of dream he was going to have, so I asked, "What dream did you have?"

"I dreamt that I was swimming alone in a big river, and that someone was always dragging my feet and pulling me into the water. As soon as he pulled, I waded upstream desperately, and as soon as I swam out of the water, he pulled me down again, causing me to drink a lot of water. In the end, I couldn't do anything about it anymore, so I kept on yelling for you to save me. " The glass was full of excitement. Just as he was speaking, he heard a voice come over.

"I was wondering why there was no one here so early in the morning, it seems like people are running here."

I looked up to see that it was Uncle Tuozi. I quickly went up to greet him and offered him a cigarette. Uncle Sui Zi took the cigarette and chuckled. "Aiyo, it's Erlang. He's playing with our family's Sui Xiong?"

I said, "Yes, did Uncle Supple eat it?"

"I just came back from the fields. Your aunt has just finished cooking. I'm here to find a plug to go back and eat." As he spoke, Uncle Sui Zi pulled the plug over. "Run around everyday. Come back with me quickly."

Uncle Sui Zi waved to us and was about to leave when I suddenly thought of the white handkerchief that he had given me yesterday. I called out to him. "Uncle Sui Zi, have you seen a white handkerchief taken out by a pin before?"

I've been thinking about it, but I really can't understand just what is so powerful that it could actually break Huang Profound Dragon's evil technique.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Sui Zi's face was filled with doubt. He thought for a moment before replying, "I don't have an impression of what kind of handkerchief it is."

"So big." I gestured. By the way, I saw that the handkerchief was stained with something red, like blood, so I added, "It was white, but it was full of blood."

Speaking of which, Uncle Suo Zi suddenly remembered, "Oh, you said that handkerchief. Yes, there is. What about it? "

"What's on it?"

"It was smeared with blood. It was made by the plug the day before yesterday." Uncle Sui Zi looked at the bolt and asked, "Where did you throw that handkerchief?"

The bolt tugged at the bottom of his shirt and did not speak.

"It's not important where we lost it, but we are curious about the blood on it. Can you tell us what exactly it is?"

"Oh, it's like this. A few days ago, a little black dog was carried from who knows where. We all said that the little dog was too young to be raised, but he was unwilling to throw it away no matter what. Yesterday, when I was driving the tractor to get off the ground, who would have thought that by backing up the tractor, I would be able to crush this little mutt to death. The plug, seeing but not crying, used a towel to wipe off the dog's blood on the ground. I told him I was dirty and he threw it away, but now I don't know where. " After Uncle Sui Zi said this, he cautiously asked, "What's the matter?"

I quickly waved my hand to say that I was fine.

Uncle Sui Zi looked at me suspiciously before leaving.

The saying that black dog could ward off evil had been around since ancient times, so no one knew if it was true or not. In essence, there is no such thing as a correlation between the two things that have nothing to do with each other. However, from a metaphysical point of view, almost everything within its scope could not be explained with science. That was a set of undeveloped theoretical system and thinking logic. This kind of logic far exceeded the scope of human thinking. Therefore, although the blood of the black dog was spread very, very deeply, it had never been verified. A white handkerchief with a bit of black dog blood on it now seems even more unreliable, but I really can't think of any other reason. Perhaps the truth of the matter was that black dog blood could indeed ward off evil, and it did not need to be poured into a big bowl like the legends said. Where would one get so many black dogs?

This question didn't really matter, I just happened to meet Uncle Sui Zi so I casually asked him, even though he hadn't given me a satisfactory answer yet.

"What handkerchief? What blood?" Glass asked with a blank expression.

This question would probably become unclear in a short period of time because it involved a lot of matters. But I felt it was necessary for me to tell him about it, but time was short, and I could only give him a brief account of what had happened. Of course, I did not mention the matter of me falling into the shadows of my dreams. After all, the glass was glass, and his brain reacted quickly. As soon as he finished speaking, he had a general idea of the situation.

The glass did not act out like many television shows, asking in surprise if this was true and then pretending to be very surprised. Without any expression, he just stood there, not saying a word. Perhaps from his point of view, what had happened already happened, there was no need to vent his emotions. He chose to think. Glass thought for a while and then began his reasoning.