The little boy was still screaming in defiance.

Then a cold light suddenly flashed through the void.

Gu Juan didn't have even a word of superfluous nonsense, and after feeling the cold and cold oppression again, he didn't hesitate, closed his mouth and slashed at the little boy's head with an axe.

Click!

The axe sank into the boy's skull like a watermelon, and the red and white splashed in all directions, spreading a layer of bright color on the ground.

The double-bladed axe smashed into the ground without losing its momentum, smashing a freshly piled sand castle into a cloud of powder, covering the red and white patterns that had just been made.

"Look, that's what makes noise regardless of the occasion. ”

After doing all this, he stood there and waited for a moment, and then with an axe he struck open the hidden door of the hut.

Broken wood chips were flying everywhere, and a strong musty smell emanated from inside.

The furnishings inside the wooden house are very simple, even very basic.

There was only a dirt bed covered with dust and cobwebs, a bench with a missing leg, a black stove, and a pot and two bowls, and not even a table.

A gust of wind blew in through the open door, making a terrible whining sound, stirring up the dust inside, scattering it in all directions, and it was impossible to see anything clearly.

Swish!

The double-bladed axe rose again, splitting a black shadow that suddenly rushed towards the door in two and cutting it into two pieces.

Gu Juan squinted his eyes and looked down, only to find that it was a skinny, skeleton-like black cat, with a pool of dark red blood stains on the ground, and his two eyes were wide until he died, flashing with a cold and turquoise light in the darkness.

In the dark night, there was a dilapidated wooden house standing beside the straight road, inside and outside the house were two corpses of a man, a cat and two corpses, drenched in blood, scattered flesh and bones, and in the middle of them was a figure carrying a cold axe, which at first glance looked like a bloody crime scene that had just formed.

A quarter of an hour later, the entire roadside wooden house was in a pile of tatters, and it was completely discernible that it had once been a house.

Gu Juan returned to the road, sitting cross-legged on the carriage in front of the carriage, silently observing and waiting for the change to appear.

But as time went by, he was a little disappointed.

The wooden house that had been demolished showed no signs of reorganization, and not only that, but even the bodies of the boy and the black cat were still lying on the ground in their original state, without moving from beginning to end, and no other strange situations occurred.

In addition, the axe handle was still hot, and he didn't feel the trembling experience of the double value bonus, as if he really just killed a person, a live cat, and demolished a house.

After waiting in silence for a while, Gu Juan finally decided to leave here and continued to pull the carriage forward.

But before he actually left, he decided to do one last thing.

That is to fill the corpses of a man and a cat on the ground with a few axes, and then let them be buried in the ground.

After tea time, he put the reins on himself again, took one last look at the ruins of the wooden house beside the road, and the two earthen bags standing there, one large and one small, and walked forward.

After leaving the wooden house, it seemed that he was the only one left in the whole world, pulling a big cart and walking alone in the dark, only his own shadow following step by step.

This feeling was very strange, and it reminded Gu Juan of a certain experience when he was young in the last time and space.

It was one of the few times when he was playing crazy outside, and then he went home alone in the dead of night, whether he was walking in a dark alley or entering the stairwell of an old-fashioned tube building, he would always feel that someone was following him in the corridor, or someone was watching him, silently, but as if he would not leave an inch.

Especially when he returned to the door of his house, the sensor light in the corridor suddenly dimmed when he took out the key, as if something was really about to rush out of the darkness and pounce on him.

It was a fear that made people tremble and it would be difficult to breathe.

And at this moment, although he no longer had the feeling of fear he had at that time, walking on such a road, it was as if he was in the same environment again, and he had always faintly felt that something would suddenly rush out from the depths of the dark night around him and pounce on him.

It's a pity that until he saw a new figure again, he didn't encounter the kind of situation that might have occurred in his imagination, and I have to say that there was a little disappointment.

Gu Juan stopped, watched the rickety figure in front of him slowly approach, and finally stopped in front of him.

It was a white-haired old woman, wearing a patched cotton shirt and cotton pants, and carrying a basket made of bamboo strips in her hand, her eyes cloudy and a slightly anxious expression.

"Young man, do you see my grandson?"

She asked, her voice hoarse, and it sounded like a strange cry.

Gu Juan was silent for a moment, and said expressionlessly, "What does your grandson look like, and where did he get lost and couldn't find it?"

The white-haired old woman first briefly described her figure, and then said, "He was playing in the sand at the door of the house, and I was cooking in the house, but after cooking and calling him to eat, I found that he was no longer there. ”

"Where is your home?" Gu Juan hid his right hand behind him, rubbed the handle of the axe that had been heating all the time, and asked casually.

"On the way to the guest officer, there is a separate wooden house on the side of the road, and the guest officer should have an impression all the way. ”

Gu Juan was silent again, and after a few breaths, he turned around and pointed in the direction behind him, "It's good for you to go home, he will wait for you at home." ”

"Did the guest officer see my grandson?" the white-haired old woman suddenly looked overjoyed, and asked repeatedly.

"I saw that he was still playing in the dirt, and he had a lot of fun, because there was sand everywhere, so he didn't have to worry about not having to play. ”

"The old woman is going home soon, thank you so much. ”

She thanked her one after another, almost trotting all the way forward, and after crossing the carriage, she turned back again, took out two steaming things from the basket and handed them to Gu Ju's eyes.

"The guest officer pulled such a big car overnight, he must be tired and hungry, the old woman just has steamed steamed buns, you can take two for the guest officer to satisfy his hunger, and it can be regarded as a chat to express gratitude. ”

Gu Juan narrowed his eyes, didn't reach out to pick up the two steamed buns, but didn't refuse directly, but sighed low and said, "Such a plump and big steamed bun, you must use a lot of noodles to steam it." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, his face suddenly changed, his throat was sweet, and a wisp of Yin Hong's blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

It's like a monkey getting into it, stretching its legs and feet in it, and turning eighteen times in the back.

He gritted his teeth tightly, and said with an inexplicable and strange smile on his face, "Old woman, why do you have to turn back?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to just walk away?"

Swish!

Another cold light suddenly flashed, as if it was cutting through the void.

The white-haired old woman, who was still raising her hand to hand over the steamed buns, was suddenly stunned, her expression stiff and motionless.

As a gust of wind blew, her whole body suddenly cracked to both sides, and with a snap, each fell to one side, and the blood and internal organs flowed to the ground, and soon the ground was soaked in a large dark red color.