Sure enough, it's a spirit.

It's just that this spirit is also strange - generally speaking, the spirit eats people, sucks essence, and at most turns people into dry bones and into ashes.

Evil fire, scales, that cold, slippery, boneless touch.

What's that?

A small figure hugged my legs: "Uncle...... You avenge my father, you avenge my father! You want money, I have it! ”

The voice is still immature, but it is unexpectedly strong.

As soon as I looked down, the kid didn't know when, he had already wiped away his tears and snot, and his thin little breasts rose and fell violently, holding a small jar.

The small jar was a fat pig pinched in clay, a piggy bank, common on the stall, five cents a piece.

As soon as he raised his two hands and threw them hard, the fat pig fell to the ground and shattered into eight petals.

Among the fragments, a lot of shiny coins rolled out.

I can't make up ten or eight pieces in total.

"My father worked every day, saying that if he didn't work for a day, he would have no food, and he would unload a cart of wood for people for half a day, and people would give eighty. I'm going to scrape together eighty dollars...... But I haven't been able to get it together. ”

The child picked up the coins, Cheng Xinghe held his hand and picked it up for him himself-afraid that he would be scratched by the debris: "Do you want to save enough and let your father play with you for a long time?" ”

"It's not." The child rattled his head: "I don't want to ask for a whole day, half a day is fine, I just want my father to rest for half a day." ”

My heart pounded.

As he spoke, he clenched his little hands, wanted to cry but endured it, and looked at Cheng Xinghe with some nervousness: "You have to pay wages to work, do you have so much money to unload wood when you work for people?" ”

Cheng Xinghe sighed softly and rubbed the soft hair of the child's head - the child was afraid of malnutrition, and his hair was yellow and thin: "Don't worry, keep accounts." ”

The child pursed his lips: "My father used to say that you can't keep accounts easily - I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it back in the future." ”

Cheng Xinghe hugged his neck tightly and patted him on the back of the head: "It's okay, let's wait." ”

I looked at Cheng Xinghe and rushed to this account - you have to live to be twenty-five years old.

"If you want to cry, you can cry."

"My dad said that men don't flick when they have tears......"

It's a good dad, but it's a pity......

All we can do is try to prevent this from happening again.

I still wanted to comfort the child, but seeing that the ashes of this figure were here, I couldn't ignore them, and just as I was about to speak, the boy turned around and brought a small jar over to collect the ashes.

It seems that this kind of "ghost fire self-immolation" has been common in the local area recently, and he has been mentally prepared.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a gust of night wind swept in, blowing the dust on the ground open.

it?

I immediately stepped forward to block the wind, and when I looked back, it was the black plaster that had come in.

The black plaster glanced at the ash, his eyes lit up, and he even saw it with a little joy: "Dead again?" ”

Death to your uncle.

Cheng Xinghe turned his head and glared at him: "What are you doing here?" ”

The corners of the black plaster twitched, and he said with a stalk around his neck: "I saw that the two of you were sneaky in the middle of the night, not like you were doing any good things, so I just followed and took a look, I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door if you don't do bad things, what's wrong, your heart is weak?" ”

There's nothing terrible about a real ghost knocking on the door, I'm afraid of a living ghost like you.

I knew in my heart that he watched us get up in the middle of the night, for fear that we would go to the proprietress and follow him.

The stinking smell may have also made him smell it for a while - when he came out, we and the proprietress were not there, and according to his heart, he didn't know what to think, so he naturally followed from afar.

The black plaster also knew who the dead person was, and he didn't have a backache when he stood and talked on the side: "Don't say it, this person really has retribution - this thing beat me during the day, and he was unlucky at night, so fast!" ”

You have done evil deeds yourself and do not believe in retribution, and when others beat you, you began to believe?

The child stared at the black plaster.

Black plasters have always bullied the soft and feared the hard: "What are you staring at?" I'm telling you, your father deserves to die - or if so many people don't die, your father will be burned by a ghost fire? A slap doesn't make a sound......"

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Xinghe slapped the black plaster on his face, and spun him in place for three and a half weeks, and he was stunned before covering his bulging face: "You ......"

Cheng Xinghe looked at his slap: "Eh, I'll wipe it, isn't it a loud slap?" If you don't believe ......"

The clear Erlang's eyes showed a fierce light: "Another slap?" ”

Where did the black plaster dare to talk nonsense, covered his face, and hid aside: "Bully the soft and afraid of the hard, have the ability, say hello to that monster and ......"

As he spoke, as if he had reacted, he suddenly looked at the child and smiled evilly: "Rabbit cub, you said that your father is fine, as soon as these two outsiders come, your father will be cremated - eighty percent has something to do with the two of them!" ”

The child glared at him: "You know a fart, I, I saw ......"

I suddenly came to my senses: "What do you see?" ”

The child took a breath: "I saw something that hurt my father!" ”

It turned out that the child was lying in bed when he heard a sound of rustling, which woke his father.

When his father heard this, he told him not to move, and he took a pole from the top door to see what was coming.

As a result, he heard a sound of fighting outside, and his father was together, and the window clanged, and a white flower thing was wrapped around his father.

His father shook his body, and he got up.

If I hadn't thrown that thing into the window, wouldn't the boy have died?

This thought made me feel sick for a while.

The mouth of the black plaster may not hurt anymore, I didn't miss this opportunity, and immediately added oil and vinegar to tell me about the process of throwing that thing in, and wanted to provoke the child to turn against us, but the child stalked his neck and said: "Don't worry about it, they are good people!" ”

After such a commotion, the people nearby were already patrolling and alert, and it didn't take long for many people to come, and when they knew what was happening, their expressions became more and more ugly - everyone was in danger.

The deaf and dumb old man who sold the buns also found out about this, so he beckoned to the child to stay with him for a few days.

The child cried out and fell into the arms of the deaf and dumb old man.

When the black plaster thought of his buns and someone fighting with him, he couldn't help but be very dissatisfied: "The old man is a fly, if he has nothing to do, he will make up for it, and he wants to raise a child with a shy face, you are also worthy, don't look at how many grains of rice there are in the jar." ”

Cheng Xinghe moved his wrist and glanced at the black plaster: "Your tuba is useless, and you can't raise a trumpet anymore?" ”

The black plaster immediately covered his face and took a few steps back: "Where do civilized people have a hand, barbaric." ”

When we left, we sighed together to see the child arranging the funeral with the help of the neighbors.

Children without fathers are like grass, we both know best.

Returning to the small hotel, the pretty figure of the proprietress flashed from behind the door and greeted her: "Where did you two go in the middle of the night, but I'm worried about killing me - something really happened, I can't afford to open a hotel!" ”

The golden retriever also ran out of it and lay on the instep of my foot, habitually sticking out half of his tongue.

As soon as the proprietress saw the golden retriever, she couldn't help but take a step back.

Dumb Balan and Xia Mingyuan also ran out, blaming us for acting without taking them.

The proprietress smiled and pulled us to sit down, turned around and went to the kitchen to get us breakfast: "We are a small place, the food is rough, and a few will order ......"

This is modest - lotus leaf cakes, fried cakes, Bazhen side dishes and old soy milk, all of which are full of color and flavor, and just looking at it makes people appetize.

The black plaster devoured and ate it: "It's good, it's just too vegetarian - it's not good to open a hotel too hard." ”

You didn't spend a penny, and you're still too vegetarian.

The proprietress ignored him and smiled at me. Let me taste it.

She was still wearing a red dress today, but it was different from yesterday.

Yesterday it was a short knee-length skirt that framed the silhouette, and today's skirt is a loose oversized skirt that goes all the way to the ankle.

Cheng Xinghe made a look at me.

I saw that an evil wind blew, lifting the corner of the proprietress red dress, revealing the proprietress smooth and white calves.

And on her calves, there are some strangulation marks - as if they have been dragged out by ropes.