Seeing someone approaching, the crying woman who was burning paper stopped talking to herself, threw all the yellow paper and paper money around her into the fire, and stirred it twice with a dry branch.
Suddenly, the flames became brighter, releasing light and heat in the darkness, illuminating the surroundings.
Only then did Xiao Yi realize that the woman was dressed very simply, her skin was tanned by the sun, her hands were very rough, and her eyes were full of sadness and simplicity.
Suddenly, someone not far away coughed lightly, and Xiao Yi then saw that there was actually someone sitting not far away.
A man, illuminated by the firelight, also looks simple.
"Mother of the child, he will go back after the burning is over!"
"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, it's the seventh day since the child died, wait until he's full, then we can leave... Woo woo woo... Take more paper money so we can start our journey..."
As she spoke, this simple woman burst into tears and was extremely sad.
The man glanced at Xiao Yi, then took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked it hard. A red light appeared and disappeared in the night.
Look at the ground, it's full of cigarette butts.
The yellow paper and paper money burned very quickly, and the flames gradually died down.
Otoshi Ogawa stared quietly at the ruins in the dark and did not notice the pair of red eyes again. Just when he was thinking about whether to go deeper into this uninhabited area, the man sitting on the concrete block crumpled up the big red cigarette box and threw it on the ground, then stood up suddenly.
"City kid, my Da Mao just passed away. It's the seventh day since his death. You're disturbing the dead soul by hanging around here!"
As he approached step by step, Yi Xiaochuan discovered that although the man was not tall, his arms and legs were extremely strong. Under his honest face, he had a pair of bloodshot eyes.
"Brother, my Teddy Bear ran in here... Ouch! Brother, let go..."
The man's hands were rough and very strong. He clamped Xiao Yi's arm and pulled away.
Xiao Yi's strength was no match for the migrant workers working on the construction site, so he was immediately dragged away.
With the push and the release, Xiao Yi almost fell on his butt. When he looked down, he saw that his wrist was slightly bruised and aching slightly.
"Go, go, go. If you don't go, I'll beat you up."
At this moment, the woman who was burning paper came running over in a hurry, her face full of fear, and she stammered, "Child...child's father, I...I...just saw...saw Damao..."
He was panting heavily, and his expression was particularly distorted in the night, with panic and fear...
"I heard from the old people that on the seventh night of the return of the soul, the wrongs will be settled and the debts will be dealt with. Damao has really come back..."
After getting rid of the woman's hand that was tightly grasping him, the man lowered his head, with an unknown expression on his face. After a long while, he raised his head and said, "Fuck, you are tired! I have booked a car for tomorrow! After tonight, we will go back and never come out again. We will work hard to farm and train Ermao well, so that he can go to college... Hmm? Where is Ermao?"
"Well, where's Ermao!"
The woman also realized that her child was missing. At that moment, Xiao Yi saw that the couple was really panicked.
"Ermao..."
"Ermao... where are you?"
"Ermao, the master is here! Ermao..."
The shrill and desperate cries echoed in the empty ruins, but there was no response at all.
Xiao Yi thought of the pair of red eyes from before and frowned tightly.
The strength of the water ghost in the school river is obvious to all, so how strong is the owner of these red eyes
If it was just a ghost that killed people with magic or terror, Xiao Yi wouldn't be afraid, but if it was a fight between the flesh and the strength, Xiao Yi would feel uneasy...
Seeing that the couple was so panicked that they were about to collapse, Xiao Yi calmly took out a high-power flashlight.
How can you work at night without buying some equipment? A strong flashlight and a high-voltage stun gun are essential. Even if you are discovered by the police, so what? It is not illegal.
The flashlight is very bright, after all, it costs more than 800 yuan!
In this regard, Xiao Yi is not stingy and buys the more expensive ones.
After searching carefully at the place where the blood-red eyes were found before, Xiao Yi took out a sandal from the ruins. It was probably the shoe of a ten-year-old boy.
"Brother, come and take a look, are these your son's shoes?"
“It’s… it’s Da… Ermao’s shoes…” The man’s palm holding the shoes began to tremble unconsciously, and even his upper and lower teeth were chattering. He felt as if all the strength in his body was drained, and his face was pale, without a trace of blood.
The woman also ran over with tears on her face. When she saw the sandals in the man's hand, her eyes rolled back and she fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Yi Xiaochuan swallowed unconsciously, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Whose shoes are they? Da Mao's shoes?"
"Impossible, impossible, how could these be Damao's shoes? Damao is dead, and today is his seventh day of mourning... Where's Ermao? Ermao, come back, let's go home..."
The man was completely panicked.
Although Xiao Yi didn't know what had happened to their family, from the information he had obtained, it seemed that Damao's death was not simple.
Looking around with a flashlight, there were no clues. As for going deeper into the ruins, Xiao Yi was skilled and brave, but he was still ready to call the police first...
“Hello, is this 110? A child is missing in the demolished ruins of Xiagou Village. 48 hours? No, no, he just got lost. It’s said that this place is haunted! The child’s parents are getting really worried. Okay, you better send more people. Beep, beep, beep…”
"Did you call the police?"
The man was breathing heavily, his eyes wide open, carrying a piece of wood full of nails...
Xiao Yi's heart skipped a beat. Is this a plan to kill people to silence them
Just as he was about to turn around and run, a little boy's voice rang out: "Big brother, take your brother home! Your brother said he is hungry!"
The man turned his head suddenly, and in the darkness, two figures, one big and one small, slowly walked out. Under the moonlight, the big one was covered in mud, and the small one was not much clean either.
The man stood there stiffly, his mind was blank, his eyes stared at his two sons, his mouth making noises but unable to utter a word.
Before Xiao Yi could make any move, the man roared, rushed towards his two sons with the wood as thick as his arm, and smashed the older boy with all his strength...
"Da Mao was in a car accident while rescuing someone. Who the hell are you? How dare you pretend to be my son... My son is a little mentally retarded, but that is also my pride... You are a despicable thing. You seduced Er Mao and pretended to be Da Mao... I will beat you to death... I will beat you to death..."
Watching this scene, Xiao Yi was a little confused, as if the development of the plot was a little beyond his judgment.
Sure enough, as the man smashed and smashed things, the older boy finally roared and his appearance suddenly changed. He was no longer a resurrected human, but a rotten corpse.
The stench of rotting corpses.
The nails on the wooden stick brought out green juice, and the smell was suffocating.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
After a lot of beating and smashing, the head of the corpse looked like it was turning into a rotten watermelon.
"You can only cast illusions... Hey, you evildoer, my brother Xiao Yi is here, big brother, hold on..."
With a roar, Xiao Yi also joined in the action of whipping the corpse, and by the way, he started absorbing energy...