Chen Bin had a shadow on these things, and suddenly saw a large group, and his hands and feet went numb with fright.
"What's the situation? This is!"
"They were talking about sewing dolls just now, right?" Yu Wen hid behind a tree trunk and stared over there: "We didn't do anything, isn't my brother the only one who sews dolls this afternoon?!"
He whispered: "Those things are looking for my brother! He must be there!"
Lao Yu suddenly understood what You Huo meant by "preparation".
No wonder he sewed up dolls...
Dare to love is to plan ahead, mark yourself first, just in case ghosts come to find it.
He also thinks that one movement is not big enough, so there are sixteen at once.
Is this taking a monster as a dog
Oh no, not just dogs.
Or a ready-made excavation team...
The excavation team is full of emotions and extremely efficient.
The light of the knife flashed into pieces in the night, and I didn't know how tired I was when I swung it up, and the wet mud was turned upside down with a few swipes.
Everyone was stunned.
Fortunately they didn't stay in the end.
Lao Yu grasped the hemp rope, looked at the knife and swallowed: "That's my nephew, I can't stand like this. You... I don't force it, but I'll get on it later... "
"And me!" Yu Wen said.
Chen Bin looked over there, and every time the knife light moved, he would tremble.
He patted his face and said in a low voice with courage, "Although I... Although I don't always act collectively, I'm not black-hearted. With so many monsters, how can the two of you resist, don't put me down? It doesn't count. Take me for someone..."
The crowd complied.
Lao Yu nodded: "That's fine! We'll be like this for a while—"
You will definitely not be able to fight hard, and you will be outnumbered.
Besides, as the saying goes, "horror is afraid of death", those hands, feet and feet are dead at all, how crazy they are when they kill them.
Lao Yu took out his old skill and used hemp rope as a cover.
"Do you still know this?" Chen Bin was surprised.
"Don't think I'm an alcoholic now, I practiced it twenty years ago." Lao Yu smiled.
But he has been drinking for many years, and his fingers are no longer dexterous, and they are very clumsy when knotting.
"Come on, stop blowing, your belly is about to be bigger than Sister Yu Yao." Yu Wen was the most annoying when he heard his father lift the wine, he grabbed the remaining twine and quickly twisted it.
Obviously the fingering is the same, but he is much more proficient than Lao Yu.
"You too?" Yu Yao asked softly.
"I taught it!" Lao Yu was a little proud and a little emotional: "I taught him when he was a child, and he didn't lose it."
Yu Wen rolled his eyes.
He made a knot for a few seconds, and quickly finished all the hemp ropes.
"Here, take this one and throw it over. Have you watched TV?" Yu Wen tried it, and handed the rope to the others: "You have to be a little bit accurate."
This classmate does not do his job all the year round, and he fails in the exam, but the darts, slingshots and balloons get back high scores. When I was a child, I played tricks with Lao Yu, who was not fat.
He was able to fall in love early in high school, except for his face, basically relying on this.
Lao Yu took the rope and weighed it: "I'll put those legs on first, the center of gravity is unstable, and one set will fall. Anyway, it's terrible to have no hands..."
Yu Wen muttered: "Why don't you come with a few heads, put on a round ball and smash it."
"… "
While discussing, everyone was collectively silent for two seconds.
Because they suddenly found out... they were actually discussing how to type questions.
"It doesn't matter." Lao Yuyi gritted his teeth: "Take a step and see a step. If it's a big deal, run!"
…
In the blink of an eye, the lid of the coffin above You Huo's head slammed.
He knew that the soil had been turned over and the blade had fallen.
More than a dozen machetes fell on the coffin lid like a torrential rain, and sawdust thumped down.
The coffin nails wedged into the four corners were loosened in an instant, and the coffin lid was overwhelmed, cracking one after another, and fresh air leaked in.
You Huo moved his neck, hands and feet, and turned it over halfway.
He slashed a beard and a knife twice, ready to carry it hard. As a result, the ghosts who rushed up stopped halfway, and the machetes waved empty one after another.
Youhuo took a closer look, only to find that they were all covered with hemp ropes.
The other end of the hemp rope was being pulled tightly, which prevented them from going mad.
"Brother!!" Yu Wen and the others jumped out from behind the tree.
Youhuo grabbed the rope, took advantage of the pale hands and feet, and tied them tightly, and all the murder weapons were seized.
…
The turning point is but a split second.
Although the result was a big win, they were more or less out of luck.
Yu Wen and Chen Bin didn't have enough strength. When they were fighting the ghost hand, they rolled all over in mud, and their cheeks and neck were scratched by branches and bushes.
Lao Yu hit his arm against a tree and twisted his socket.
You Huo walked back with the rope, and Yu Wen called out worriedly, "Your hand!"
The dark red blood dripped from his forearm to the back of his hand, and then dripped to the ground along his fingers.
Shocking at first glance.
"It's okay, just scratch."
You Huo shook his hand, and blood splashed on the ground.
The wound was not deep but very long. It should have rubbed the edge of the knife just now.
He took off his muddy coat and wiped the blood with the lining.
"Why are you like this! At least deal with it." While straightening his arms, Lao Yu grinned and persuaded to persuade.
In the cold winter, the temperature was low, and the blood oozing from the wound quickly coagulated into a line.
"The bleeding has stopped." You Huo stretched out his hand and gave him a look, as if he didn't want to care.
Lao Yu: "… "
After wandering, my uncle was about to walk away, but when he raised his eyes, he met the invigilator's gaze.
"What are you looking at?" You Huo asked.
He had just been suffocated in the coffin, there was a little blood, and his face was whiter than usual. The firelight failed to warm the tone, but projected it on the earrings, which was dazzlingly bright.
Qin Qiu's eyes seemed to have just moved away from his arm and swept over the earrings.
He lifted the scarf in his hand and said, "It's nothing. I wanted to take care of the candidates. I borrowed you a temporary gauze, but it doesn't seem to be useful now."
Youhuo's lips moved.
But he hadn't figured out what to do, Qin Qiu had already put the scarf back on.
Wandering eyes swept across the front of his shirt.
In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, the cold wind slashed his face, but his shirt collar had two buttons open.
He watched Qin Qiu tuck the scarf into the collar of his coat and close it to his Adam's apple, and thought that this person was really weird.
After a few days, he knew that Qin Qiu was not afraid of the cold at all, but always liked to wrap a scarf.
The wrapping is not well wrapped, and the front placket is only symbolically covered.
Wandering muffled for a moment, he looked away from the scarf: "The coat can be thrown away, but if the scarf is stained with blood, I have to wash it for you. Don't you know how difficult it is to wash with blood?"
Qin Qiu smiled and said, "I don't really know how to hang this kind of color."
Confused: "… "
This is really provocative.
With a frozen face, he turned his head and was about to leave. Qin Qiu suddenly asked, "Did you make up your mind to save a card for the system? What would you do if these monsters came later, suffocated?"
You Huo Xin said that I am not mentally retarded.
But he made an "oh" and said, "Guess."
…
That night, they gained a lot because they couldn't answer the questions.
This time, they didn't miss the opportunity again, and walked a large group of arms and legs into the depths of the woods.
The forest was still foggy, but they were already prepared.
There is refreshing old tea in the black woman's house, and everyone grabs some and chews it empty.
Although the taste is not very good, it can at least relieve the dizziness.
After about half an hour, those running hands and feet finally slowed down.
They banged on a clearing surrounded by weeds, wriggling and digging through the black mud, trying to get in.
Under the light of the fire, something deep in the black mud glowed with a dull luster.
"what is that?"
"It feels like a stone tablet?"
The crowd approached cautiously.
You Huo used his feet to dislodge the mud and squatted down.
"What about the fire?" he said.
Yu Wen and the others approached with torches, illuminating the thing.
It was a tiled tombstone with a photo of the deceased, the cause of death, and a line of addresses.
The reason they can see it so clearly is because the words on the tombstone are in Chinese.
Name: Zhao Wentu
Admission ticket number: 860511-12091327-745
His friend the villager Ding misses him and erects a monument for him. May he rest in peace.
At the bottom of the tombstone is the information of the person who erected the tombstone:
Ding
Address: No. 4, Chasu Village.
In the woods, the damp cold wind passed through, making a clear whistle.
Everyone's face was blank, and there was a dead silence.
On the tombstone, the deceased candidates in the photo have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and they are in high spirits. But if you look closely for a while, you can find a vague sense of familiarity.
If he gets stubble, his hair grows a little messier, and he puts on dirty, smoky clothes...
That is exactly the same as the crazy villager in the village who said he had seen Qin Qiu.
And Chasu Village No. 4, the address of the villager Ding on the tombstone, happens to be the home of the madman.