"Woo woo woo ......"

Feng Zaolou whimpered and cried, and knelt in front of a grave with a few fresh wild fruits on the head, but there was not even half a pillar of incense. He was only fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing patched clothes, and he looked like a child of a poor family.

"Daddy...... Daddy......" Feng Zaolou wiped his tears, snorted and said, "Dad, today is your sacrifice day, you must eat the fruit I gave you, there is nothing left at home, only a few wild fruits I picked." ”

"My mother is sick and lying in bed, dad, don't blame my mother for not coming to see you today." Feng Zaolou bit his lower lip, and immediately wiped away his tears, "I don't cry, I must not cry." Dad said that a man stands up to the sky and the earth, and he must not cry. ”

But as he spoke, tears began to fall.

"In a few days, it's time for the dog to come and collect taxes, there is only half a bucket of rice at home, and it won't be eaten for a few days, and I don't know if I can survive until my mother's illness is cured, where will the taxes come from for them now?" Feng Zaolou looked at the sky and sighed, "Dad, why is your grave so far away?" Are you afraid of being dug up by dogs...... Woowoo woo ......"

"It's taken me two hours to come here, and if I don't go back, my mother won't be able to drink evening porridge. Dad, I'm going back, and I'll come to see you later. ”

Feng Zaolou stood up, wiped his knees, and then wiped his tears while walking out to a path full of thorns, he walked a few steps, went back, picked up the wild fruits in front of the tombstone, and whispered: "Dad, I'll take these wild fruits anyway, you eat its soul, right?" I took it back to my mother. ”

This is indeed a very secluded place, in the weeds, scattered one after another low graves, this is actually a mass grave.

"I'm afraid my mother is worried about me." Feng Zaolou stuffed the wild fruit into his torn clothes, stuffed it bulgingly, and then reflexively added his pace, and trotted out all the way.

There was still about half a distance from the way home, Feng Zaolou wiped the sweat on his head and said anxiously: "It's fast, it's fast, it's almost home." ”

He glanced up at the sky, and in a few moments, the red glow of the setting sun would be sprinkled all over the land.

"Ouch!"

Feng Zaolou suddenly seemed to have tripped over something, and fell to the ground hard, his chest was knocked by the fruit, not to mention, his face hit the ground directly, and he had a nosebleed.

"Strange, I don't remember a big rock here!" Feng Zaolou touched his nose and sat up with tears in his eyes, only to find that his feet were soft and soft, and there was a pungent smell of blood that had penetrated into his nose.

Feng Zaolou couldn't help but look happy, and exclaimed: "Could it be that there was a fight between beasts, and the corpses that were thrown away had meat to eat!" ”

He looked back excitedly, his face turned pale, he screamed in horror, and quickly got up and ran on the way home.

"O dead man! O dead man! ”

Feng Zaolou ran out in horror, and he still had the terrible appearance of the "corpse" in his mind, which looked like it had been torn apart by a wild beast, his flesh and blood were blurred, his entire bloody back was exposed, and his clothes were uncovered.

Looking at the curves of that body, it seems to be a woman.

"If I don't run again, maybe the beast will come back and tear me apart?" Feng Zaolou ran to himself in horror, his speed suddenly slowed down, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and whispered: "It seems that there is a village around us, what if the woman is from the village?" ”

Feng Zaolou Huo Di stood still, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "If it is really a person from the village, I can't let her lie outside like this, otherwise she will be completely dragged away by the beast at night and eat her body, what should I do?" ”

"Huh......" Feng Zaolou took a deep breath and walked forward, for fear that a wild beast would suddenly jump out of the thorny grass and push him down.

However, he made it back to the "corpse" without incident, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils again.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, crouched down cautiously, and then reached over with trembling hands, turning the woman's face, which was also covered with blood, but vaguely recognizable.

"Not from the village." Feng Zaolou patted his chest, stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good." ”

Thinking so, Feng Zaolou had to reflexively go home.

But it was like a pair of empty hands, grabbing his feet, so that he couldn't take a step, his heart beat wildly, gritted his teeth and said: "It's all back, even if it's a woman you don't know, you can't let her be dragged away by the beast, right?" ”

Feng Zaolou clenched his fists, and then squatted down again, and the ghost almost stretched his index finger under the woman's nose, cold and cold, without any breath in and out, is it really dead.

In vain!

The woman suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed Feng Zaolou's hand with one hand, and was so frightened that Feng Zaolou lost color and exclaimed: "Ghost, ghost! Help me! Let go, let go of me! ”

Feng Zaolou Huo Di kicked heavily on the woman's head, and the woman muttered weakly: "You ......"

Then the woman fell unconscious again......

Feng Zaolou saw the woman's eyes in a trance, which were a pair of clear ice eyes, but the eye sockets were full of blood, clouding the eyes.

"Isn't she dead? Just fainted? Feng Zaolou shook the hand that had been grabbed by the woman, it was so cold that it was terrifying, and his hand was almost frozen, like the part exposed to the air in the dead of winter, and he was almost unconscious.

"Is it a human or a ghost?"

Feng Zaolou was about to cry, but after struggling for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind, so he squatted down and flipped the woman's body over, and the woman's clothes slipped down with Feng Zaolou's movements, almost sliding down the plumpness.

Feng Zaolou's face turned red, and he hurriedly grabbed the clothes gently, and after making sure that he covered them, he grabbed the woman's hand, carried her on his back, and walked home.

Although Feng Zaolou is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and his body is thin, his height is already more than one meter seven, and although it takes some effort to carry the woman on his back, it is not difficult.

"It's cold...... How could it be so cold, if I hadn't woken up once, I would have thought she was dead. Feng Zaolou shuddered, and his lips began to turn white.

Along the way, the woman's blood kept dripping to the ground, and Feng Zaolou kept putting down the woman, and after confirming that he did not offend the woman, he hurriedly trotted to the side to warm his body, and repeated this several times before carrying the woman to the door of the village.

By this time, it was already dark.

"Zaolou, why did you carry a dead man back?" A middle-aged woman looked out, but screamed in horror.

"She's not dead!" Feng Zaolou shouted: "Quick, do you have any cloth, clothes or anything, put it on her first!" ”

"Oh, you're not dead?" The middle-aged woman nodded hurriedly, and without any further doubts, she took a piece of raged cloth from the hanger next to her and draped it on the woman's bare back.

The open space in the village soon became crowded with people, all dressed in tattered clothes.

"Mother!" Feng Zaolou suddenly put down the woman and was about to run home.

The middle-aged woman said, "I see that you haven't come back so late, and you have already taken care of your mother for you!" ”

"Thank you, sister-in-law!" Feng Zaolou said gratefully, then scratched his head and said, "I don't know how to place her, I can't bear to see her lying outside, about to be dragged away by the beast." ”

"Zaolou is such a good boy."