"Anyone?"

The ghost cried and pushed open the door of the hall.

The hall was empty, but it was clean and tidy. A large square table is placed in the center, facing the wall at the door, where a wooden row spirit seat is placed, and a small tripod is placed below, and incense is still burning in the small tripod.

Walk through the hall to the kitchen.

In the stone stove of the kitchen, the flames were blazing. In front of the stone stove, there was a small stool, and behind the small stool, against the wall, was a pile of dry wood.

Just now, it was clear that someone was cooking here, but now, there was no one to be seen.

The pot was mixed with water and a steamer was placed on top. Ghost Cry walked up and lifted the lid of the steamer, where there were several large steamed cakes.

"Anyone?" Ghost Cry asked, still asking.

Still no one responded, but there was a noise behind them.

Ghost Cry opened the back door and walked out, behind, there was a bullpen, a cow slowly raised its head, chewed in its mouth, and looked at him indifferently.

Inside the cattle pen, the trough was filled with water and there was a pile of grass for the cattle to eat.

The big black horse also walked in at this time, and when he reached the kitchen door, he stuck his head in and watched the ghost cry.

Ghost Cry turned around and said with a smile: "It seems that the villagers in this village are shy, but they are also hospitable and have prepared meals for us." ”

Devil Cry took the steamer to the hall with his own hands, found the jar again, and took out the pickled vegetables from it, but after all, there were some less.

Those steamed cakes are enough for an ordinary family to eat, but Ghost Cry can eat them alone, just enough to fill their stomachs, and the big black horse hasn't eaten yet.

"After all, you have to do it yourself. ”

The ghost cried and laughed, and ate a steamed cake with pickles, and fed the rest to the big black horse, and after the big black horse finished eating, he licked his teeth and snorted, a little dissatisfied.

Ghost Cry ignored him, walked to the yard, looked at the group of chickens looking for food all over the ground, rubbed his hands, and rushed up.

The rooster screamed "oh oh", but he couldn't escape the clutches of the ghost cry, and the ghost cry threw out his big mouth: "Get more firewood." ”

Then, carrying the chicken, I went to the kitchen.

The big black horse's eyes lit up, and he followed behind Ghost Cry.

"Is there anyone?" Ghost Cry shouted again, "I'm not welcome if there's no one." ”

Still no one answered, and Ghost Cry had to smile and say to himself: "It seems that although the villagers here are shy, they are quite good-looking, and treat us with such a big rooster." ”

The big black horse nodded repeatedly, stuck out his tongue, and drooled in agreement.

Killing chickens and bloodletting, boiling hot water and plucking chicken feathers, the big black horse also ran out smartly, found some mushrooms and bamboo shoots back, and diligently helped Dazui collect firewood. Seeing that there was no water in the tank, he took the initiative to go to the well with a bucket to fetch water.

For so many days, I ate Bigu Dan every day, and it was almost vomiting when I ate it, and now I can eat chicken, of course it is very happy.

Four or five pounds of big roosters, stewed in a pot of soup, and after it was done, it was already morning, and in the morning, the cicadas outside "knew it" and crowed, and the sound was very neat and drowsy.

"Master's house, if we don't come out again, we'll eat. ”

Still no one answered, Ghost Cry and the big dark horse had no choice but to start.

When they had filled their bellies, the big black horse yawned, lay under the eaves and fell asleep with his tail flicked.

And Ghost Cry took a shower, and when he didn't see anything outside, he found a linen dress and put it on his body, and also found a pair of half-worn cloth shoes, which fit just right on his feet.

But after a while, the ghost cried back to the hall, and suddenly realized that the mess on the table was gone, and a cup of tea was placed on the table and there was green smoke.

Ghost Cry hurriedly walked to the back of the house, and the cow in the cattle pen was gone.

The corners of the ghost cry's mouth curled: "The master's legs and feet are quite neat!"

He returned to the hall, picked up the hat that he had placed on the table during the meal just now, put it on his head, and then picked up the tea on the table, and drank it leisurely as he went to the courtyard.

A flock of chickens gather together and peck at the bran on the ground.

"Shhh

He looked at the big black horse under the eaves like a dead dog, and kicked it, and the big black horse blinked and opened his innocent eyes.

"Do you see anyone?"

The big black horse was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

"Big Mouth, what about you?" Devil Cry looked up at Big Mouth hanging from the eaves.

Big Mouth shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

The cicadas in the distance are singing louder and louder, urging people to sleep quickly.

The big black horse yawned, raised his head and slammed it to the ground, snoring again.

The big mouth also hung down weakly, like a dead snake hanging on the eaves, and the wind blew and swayed slightly.

The bell shook gently, and the melodious sound of the bell made the ghost cry and frown.

He pulled out the knife and plunged it into his forehead, and the heaviness of his eyelids disappeared.

Suddenly, some groggy brains woke up, and a cold sweat broke out.

Pulling out the throwing knife inserted in his forehead, he withdrew it from his waist, and Devil Cry raised his hand and sheathed it on the big black horse's buttocks. The big black horse jumped up.

"Don't sleep. The ghost cried in a deep voice, kicked his foot against the wall, sprang up, took off the big mouth hanging from the eaves, and wrapped it around the scabbard.

The big black horse also noticed that something was wrong, and slammed the wall twice, and suddenly sobered up completely.

There was something wrong with the cicada's chirping, and the ghost weeped as he walked past the houses and looked at the woods by the river.

"Let's go!"

The ghost cried and got on his horse, and the big black horse galloped towards it.

One man and one horse galloped swiftly through the village to the woods by the river.

As soon as I arrived, the cicadas stopped chirping, and the woods were silent.

The woods are beautiful, with pink flowers hanging from the branches.

Devil Cry's gaze scanned, and several petals fell, one of which landed on his shoulder.

The big black horse also looked around vigilantly, but the surrounding scene was still so harmonious.

Red flowers and green leaves, butterflies and bees.

All this seems to be completely out of the ordinary, a scene of paradise.

Ghost Cry suddenly moved, and with a few taps of his toes on the trunk of the tree, he sprang up quickly.

The two butterflies were frightened and flew diagonally to the side, a black thing flapping its wings, and fled quickly, but was caught by the ghost cry.

It fell to the ground with a thud, and the green grass was trampled into the dirt.

Devil Cry looked at the cicada in his hand, the wings were thin and transparent, and the shell was dark, no different from ordinary cicadas.

But when the ghost cried and turned it over, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The cicada's belly has the face of a child, and the child opens its mouth and makes a cicada chirp.

"Know, know, know......"

His eyelids were slightly heavy, and the ghost cry suddenly threw out the cicada, and then threw out the flying knife, and the flying knife came first, nailing the cicada to the tree.

Red blood, flowing from the cicada's body.

In an instant, the piercing screams shook the woods, and the next moment, countless cicadas flapped their wings and flew into the sky.