All the meat has been chopped, and the bone chopping knife is nailed to the cutting board with a "bang". All the people have been killed, and the long knife in his hand returns to the scabbard with a "click".

The meat and bones were thrown into the pan in one go, creaking in the boiling oil, and stir-fried by the shovel. The corpses lay on the ground, mutilated limbs everywhere, dark red spreading.

Pour cold water into the pan, soak the meat, slowly heat it in a flame, and finally bring to a boil.

The bubbling blood spilled onto the ground, emerged from the corpse, and gradually cooled in the breezy night, and finally coagulated.

When it was over, the smell of fishy things filled the courtyard and the smell of the kitchen filled the air.

Ghost Cry fetched a bucket of water to rinse it, then turned around and went into the house, looking for a clean set of clothes to change into. The old woman scrubs the bone chopping knife and cutting board, and prepares the dishes and chopsticks.

Tonight was unusually quiet, the old chorus was not performed tonight, the frogs burrowed into the pond, the insects returned to their nests, the cool breeze was blowing, and the leaves rustled.

Before you know it, the moonlight that fills the courtyard disappears. Above the sky, dark clouds were blown by the wind, obscuring the stars and moon.

The wind grew stronger and whinering, and the thatch on the roof was swept up into the sky and fluttered with the wind.

The horses neighed, and the big black horse was so agitated that it was squeezed and immobilized, and the strength of the 30 horses was still much greater than its strength.

Don't suffer Lao Tzu!

It could only roar like this, but as a horse pole, the eunuch obviously ignored its meaning.

The sky was dark, and the sound of muffled thunder came from far and near.

Hearing the thunder outside, the old woman frowned, put the mushrooms and wild vegetables into the pot, and said, "It's going to rain, old man, I'll make the fire, and you go and hang up the mat." ”

Almost all the windows of their house had holes, which had been destroyed by wind and rain. Paper was too expensive to withstand the summer storms, so whenever it rained, they simply hung mats in the windows or blocked them with wooden planks to keep them out of the rain.

"Good. The old man stood up with his waist on his back, and was about to go outside.

"Wait. The old woman said, "Bring the oil lamp, it's dark outside, and be careful of falling to death you old bone." ”

"Hmm. The old man went out with the oil lamp, and the old woman added a fire to the stove, and a cheerful smile appeared on her face in the light of the fire.

The arrival of the ghost cry was, in her opinion, a great gift from God.

She married this old thing when she was young, and she suffered a lot. This old thing is obedient and competitive, and every time he goes out with the owner of the village, he can always grab something back.

As her eldest son grew up, she got older and older, but her life got better. A small thatched hut gradually turned into such a large courtyard.

Five sons, all of whom are promising, are good at killing and robbing, and they are also very filial.

Now that they have killed this ghost and cried, they have received the reward of the mountain god, and their family has ascended to heaven.

When the time comes, she will move to the county town and live in Nawafang, and his sons will marry several mothers-in-law and give her a large number of grandchildren......

The old woman thought and thumped her sore shoulder.

After all, he is old, and the bone chopping knife has been used for more than ten years, and now he feels struggling. Especially preparing meals for more than a dozen people made her extremely tired.

Wait a minute......

The hand hammering her shoulder stopped, and the old woman felt that something was wrong. Why, so quiet.

Whether it is Lord Liu Zhai, her son and their group of accomplices, they are not quiet masters.

At this time, they should sit in the living room, holding the jar and drinking heavily, and wrestling with fists.

The old woman stood up and walked to the door to look out.

Outside, blood was dripping from the tip of the knife, and the old man was lying on the ground, and the oil lamp that should have been in his hand was now in Devil Weeping's hand.

In the faint firelight, the expressionless face of the ghost crying was revealed, and the eyes reflected the firelight, like two long knives.

The old woman didn't scream like a normal old woman, she turned, pulled out the boning knife from the cutting board, and rushed out of the kitchen and rushed to Ghost Crie.

Devil Cry leaned sideways, and the flame of the oil lamp in his hand shook.

The dazzling white light split the heavens and the earth, and the two silhouettes staggered by.

The old woman fell down behind Ghost Cry, and Ghost Cry sighed, shook off the blood on the blade, and put away the long knife.

Rumbling thunder rolled overhead, Devil Cry stepped into the kitchen with its front feet, and the dark hind feet flooded the yard.

The wind stopped suddenly, and then the rain poured down.

Whoa, whoa, whoa......

The ground was covered with blood, and the rain was pouring down.

One day it wasn't very cold, just cool and refreshing.

In front of the stove, Oni Cry sat on a small stool and threw the firewood in his hand.

The flames crackled, the pot gurgled and boiled, and the roof was pounded with raindrops.

Bundles of straw were tightly tied and placed on top of each other on the roof, blocking the first drops of rain. But after all, there was a crack, it was raining heavily outside, and there was also a light rain in the kitchen, hitting the lid of the pot, hitting the hat above Ghost Cry's head, ticking and ticking......

Outside, the big dark horse was very irritable.

The stables are only that large, and even if they were expanded, they would not be able to withstand the crowding of more than 30 horses. It was raining, but it was still hot to death.

Especially the hateful big mouth, it actually danced after all, it's just too much to bully the horse!

The big black horse finally couldn't take it anymore, untied the reins with his teeth, and kicked the overturned stable.

A group of horses neighed and became a mess, and then some of them tore the reins and rushed out of the yard screaming.

The big black horse shook off his big mouth, resisted the rain, and ran into the kitchen. It was raining lightly in the kitchen, but it was undoubtedly much better, and more importantly, the aroma that permeated the pot.

Finally, the last bit of firewood was burned, and the meat in the pot was already cooked.

Devil Cry unveiled the pot, and an even richer aroma poured into his nostrils.

He picked up a small basin, scooped up a large basin full of meat, looked at the drooling big black horse, and said with a smile: "Eat!"

Devil Cry had eaten it, and the big black horse didn't eat much at all, and the old couple gave it a big bundle of grass, but as a monster, how to eat it without meat. Fortunately, Ghost Cry gave it two Bigu Dan and let it deal with it.

When the two old couples saw that it did not eat, they also showed a look of pity, thinking that the horse was sick, no wonder it was so thin, and it must not live long.

So, now it's hungry.

The whole big pot was it, and the big black horse was very happy and ate it in a big gulp.

In the wind and rain, a black shadow slipped into the courtyard, turning the corpses on the ground.

Presumably, it was a monster in the forest, attracted by the smell of blood, looking at the size, it should be a little demon.

The little demon secretly glanced at the kitchen, didn't dare to disturb, and then glanced at the horses scattered in the yard, and gestured at the size, and also didn't dare to disturb, but fortunately, there are still corpses, for it, it is a bumper harvest.

The little goblin secretly stole a corpse, and after a while, more youkai arrived.

In the courtyard, in the heavy rain, feast.

In the kitchen, it rained lightly, and we feasted.

When the sky cleared and the moonlight fell on the earth again, Devil Cry and the big black horse came out of the kitchen, as if they had stabbed a hornet's nest, and a group of youkai scattered and fled, only a few remained in place.