Chapter 144

I stand awkwardly with Pockmarked Li. Do you want to persuade him or her?

"Hello, do you know Liu Fuguo?" I asked carefully

When I asked, the boy stopped crying and looked up at us inexplicably: "who are you two? What can I do for my father? "

He turned out to be the son of Liu Fuguo.

I hurriedly said, "I want to discuss something with you. Is it convenient for me to talk about it in detail in the room?"

If you stand here and talk, you will inevitably be overheard.

The young man shook his head: "it's inconvenient. I'll hurt you. If you have anything, please say it quickly, and then go."

"We are here to help you." I said, "have you met any strange things recently?"

The young man immediately became nervous: "are you policemen?"

I smiled and shook my head. "No."

"Are you really here to help me? Who sent you to help me? "

"Leave that alone." Pockmarked Li threw him five hundred yuan: "help you."

Seeing five hundred yuan bills, the young man felt excitedly for a long time. Then he carefully put them into his pocket and said excitedly, "wait for me for a while, two big brothers. I'll bury my father and tell you more."

With that, the boy picked up the body and walked up the mountain.

But my heart is a mist.

This old man, Liu Fuguo, didn't come back from the dead? It's still a body.

Why did his body appear at the door of his house and attract the villagers?

Can the body run on its own?

I thought of what I had been following last night. My back was cold.

Looking at the young man's hard back to the mountain, I knew there must be some greasy cat in it, so I proposed to go up the mountain with the young man.

The boy gave us a cold look and then said, "if you are not afraid of bad luck, just follow me!"

Speaking of this, he didn't care about us, just walked straight up the mountain.

Shit, what do you mean? Bad luck? Where's the bad luck?

This matter is related to the safety of Chu Chu and the old witch doctor, so I don't care about any bad luck, or follow the young man up the mountain.

I think it's very hard for the young man to carry the body. I can't support him for several times. I want to carry the body for a while. Although it's not good to carry the body, I sympathize with him.

But the youth is very taboo us, repeatedly scolded, told us not to touch the body.

I have to give up.

The boy took us all the way up the mountain and stopped at a stone grave.

What we didn't expect was that this stone grave was more complicated than any other grave we had ever seen before. Several big stones were sealed inside and outside. But the big stones were all pushed away, and even a wrist thick iron chain was pulled off the hole

These stones should be very strong, right? I don't think it's possible to break it apart unless it's blasted with dynamite.

Who is it that destroys a good tomb like this?

The young man knelt in front of the grave and began to wail. His voice was sad and miserable. I couldn't help but worry about what I heard.

After crying enough, the boy moved the broken stone away a little bit, and then dragged the coffin out of the cave.

The coffin cover is open. On the coffin, there are obvious marks of fingernails scratching, which makes me feel like The body came out of the coffin.

Although I had guessed this situation before, when I really faced it, I was a little scared.

I took a breath of cool air and looked at the coffin and the stiff body lying on the ground. I asked, "little brother, it's not convenient for me to tell us the story?"

The young man looked up at the sky and wiped his tears. "Wait a minute, if you don't seal your father in, something will happen."

With that, the boy put the body back in the coffin, covered the coffin, pushed it in again, and sealed the hole with a stone.

After that, he stretched out and looked at us. He said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

And I was scared of the whole body hair all up!

Just now, when he was doing these things, everything was easy to catch, as if he had been familiar with them for a long time. It made me realize with horror that it was not the first time he had done such a thing, nor the first time the body had "run" out.

Is that what the boss of Sichuan calls "resurrection after death" the method of resurrection after death?

Death can not rest, this should be the biggest punishment for a person!

The young man knocked his head a few times, then took out a smooth and round bead from his pocket and put it in front of the stone grave. That's why he asked us to leave.

I'm excited. That bead should be the "night pearl" in the mouth of the corpse, right?

Thinking of this, I'm going to take the bead up and have a look.Who knows I just put out my hand, but the young man immediately stood in front of me, angry as a beast: "what are you doing? It's not going to kill. "

"Nothing." I was a little flustered to explain: "I just want to see what this is. I think this is the key to the problem."

"Don't move." The boy said, "if you touch it, you will die."

I had to go back.

That bead can't see the material at all, and it's not transparent. It seems that it's made of ordinary marble. Apart from a circle of complicated patterns on the surface, there is nothing else particularly attractive. It is not the night pearl of Cixi Buddha at all.

"This bead It was found in your father's mouth? " I asked carefully.

The boy said, "let's get out of here and go back."

He looked nervous, he was racing against the clock, pushing us down the hill.

I can't help but leave with the boy.

Strange to say, when we were halfway up the mountain, the air around us suddenly became cold, and then the birds and animals on the mountain seemed to be stimulated by something. They were in a mess and ran fast. The atmosphere is really depressing.

We ran to the bottom of the mountain in one breath, and the boy was still a little scared, taking us to leave the village.

"Why not go to your house?" I asked

"My family is not safe, and the villagers won't let me stay," said the teenager

"Why don't you stay? It's also your home. " I asked in surprise.

The boy sighed deeply and said nothing more.

Just then, one of the families opened the door. Seeing that the young man was still in the village, he shouted angrily: "you sweep the broom star, don't you think it's bad enough for us? Get out of here. "

The young man smiled and left sadly.

When we got to the town, the boy took us to a small restaurant and asked us to have dinner. He ordered three bowls of beef noodles. We both added meat to our bowls, but he didn't give up.

Looking at the thick noodles, I really have no appetite.

However, the teenager didn't care at all. He wolfed it up, as if he hadn't eaten for several days.

Soon his big bowl of noodles was clean. I pushed my bowl to him. He's a little embarrassed, but he's finished.

After the meal, the young man can't walk a little. He told us that he hadn't eaten for two days. He was a bit out of shape just now.

I smiled and said, "it doesn't matter. Let's go where you live! Tell me more. "

The boy was even more embarrassed. He said with a red face that he had been sleeping in the street. The villagers didn't let him live in the village, but he had no money and could only be a beggar on the street.

Why do the villagers treat a child like this?

At present, I will invite the youth to the hotel where I stay with Pockmarked Li.

However, the young man quickly waved his hand and disagreed, saying that he was dirty. Don't make our residence dirty.

I said it was OK.

Young people still have a little scruples, said you are not afraid of me to pass bad luck to you?

I laughed and said, "I'm specialized in this kind of business. What's the trouble?"

The boy just nodded and went back with us.

But when the boy saw two beautiful girls sitting in the clean and comfortable room, he blushed and stood at the door and said nothing.

Yin Xinyue saw that the young man was very self abased, so he simply walked up and took the young man's hand, rubbed his head and said: "what are you afraid of, go to take a bath and change into a new clothes! I'll be your sister later. "

The boy cried loudly and ran out of the room.

No way. Pockmarked Li and I had to catch up.

I smiled and asked what happened to the boy? The boy said awkwardly that his two sisters were too kind to him, and he was not used to it.

I'm a little speechless. What kind of life did this young man live before? How did he feel inferior to this level? I and Pockmarked Li had to open a single room again. The three of us sat together and chatted.

Without the outsider, the teenager just let go a little bit and told us his story.