Ma Chenggong heard the words, opened his mouth wide, and his expression became very frightened.
what happened? This point, he did not know before rebirth!
Xiao Chen, who heard Hu Bing's analysis, slowly raised his head and was slightly surprised in his expression, but it did not change much, because he was more concerned about another thing than this one.
Since he entered the door, he felt a little panic in his heart. This panic came from the pendant around his neck. He could even feel the restlessness of the pendant.
'on the bed. Tan Jun leaned to his ear and exhaled, with a little laugh in his tone.
Xiao Chen glanced at everyone, and pretended to walk to the bedside casually while others were still thinking.
Xiao Chen's eyes were sharp and he almost saw what was under the clothes.
He glanced cautiously at everyone, his eyes quickly pulled the thing out from under his clothes.
A bit hard.
It's a human bone.
Xiao Chen's heart jumped abruptly, his hand was shaking a little, and the next second he immediately grabbed his bones and secretly stuffed it into his sleeve. He simply wore a trench coat today.
Xiao Chen's breathing became a little short, the other hand held the pendant nervously, and asked anxiously in his heart, seeming to care about this answer, "Is this yours?"
Tan Jun's eyes stared at Xiao Chen's side face and smiled, his right hand suddenly attached to the opponent's waistline, Xiao Chen was shivered by the sudden touch stimulation.
And his other hand grabbed Xiao Chen's hand holding the pendant and took his hand in his palm.
Tan Jun kissed Xiao Chen on the back of the head and kissed his left ear again. "Do you know this is my thirteenth rib?"
He refers to the pendant on Xiao Chen's neck.
It is recorded in the Bible that God took out his thirteenth rib from the body of the first human Adam and created the new human Eve.
Eve eventually became Adam's wife.
Xiao Chen's eyes slowly put on the pendant around his neck, his fingers could not help clenching.
Tan Jun seemed to feel the force in his hand and gave a chuckle in his ear.
Xiao Chen lowered his eyes, his throat moved.
Yes, this is not an ordinary pendant.
This is a sickle pendant carved out of Tan Jun's bones by himself.
Xiao Chen closed her eyes.
One by one, according to the drawings he drew one by one! !
'Originally,' Xiao Chen took a breath, as if she was carrying weight, 'Originally, you know. '
There was only one reason for his return. The letter stated that he could get back Tan Jun's remaining bones!
Although he knew it was impossible and the results were minimal, he returned.
In order to have a chance of getting nothing, he returned to the place where he had vowed never to look back, eat people and not spit bones.
Tan Jun chuckled and did not answer.
Of course I know.
Since you came back here, I know everything.
The world kissed me with pain, but asked me to sing.
And I'm the only one reporting you.
Hu Bing glanced at Xiao Chen, who looked wrong, looked strangely at his abnormal reaction, and turned to the crowd. "We will go to this village now to find out if there are any other clues."
Ma Hang nodded and saw the success of the horse next to him with an abnormal look. He couldn't help but walked over and frowned, asking "Brother, are you okay."
Ma Chenggong seemed to be too enthralled. When Ma Hang touched his arm, he shuddered and shivered.
"No, it's okay." Ma glanced at him with a sweat on his palm.
He pursed his lips and began to remember his last life.
He was the fourth of seven people to die.
The first is Xiao Chen, the second is Zhang Xiaojun, the third is Jin Hong, and the fourth is himself.
He was so brave that when everyone was going crazy, there was no food, and he was threatened with death. A bunch of strange old people in the village were waiting for the opportunity to take their lives.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Ma Hang.
His most unbearable attitude is Ma Hang's attitude.
When they were hungry, Ma Hang actually fell asleep while using his kitchen knife to cut off his left hand! Eat his meat! Drink his blood!
Thinking of this, he could not help but clenched his hands, and he was angry.
but.
Ma succeeded and took a deep breath.
The brother in front of him did nothing and knew nothing. He had no way to hate him or blame him.
He had no way to retaliate against someone who knew nothing.
Huang Ke walked at the end of the crowd. When he reached the stairs, he couldn't help but look back at the room where the corpses were piled up.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression a little indifferent, and even revealed a bit of resentment. This expression had an indescribable sense of disobedience on his still young face, but he soon converged this expression, Go downstairs as if nothing happened.
The wind blew slightly, splashing the yellow sand on the ground.
Jin Hong hid behind Hu Bing, then said nervously, "Is it my illusion? How do I feel that there are fewer and fewer people in the village?"
Hu Bing was a little silent, looked around, and said solemnly, "No."
"There are really fewer people in the village."
Xiao Chen put his hands in his pockets, lowered his eyes, and held the bone in the palm of his right hand.
'Tan Jun. Xiao Chen grabbed the pendant with his left hand and shouted to him dumbly in his heart.
'what. 'Xiao Chen felt that someone put his hands on his shoulders, and then hooked his neck in the same direction, put him in his arms like a big doll, put his chin on his hair, He answered softly in his ear.
Xiao Chen choked and buried half of his face in his collar. He clenched the things in his right hand, 'what about your other bones? '
Tan Jun paused, and it did n't sound like he did n't care much, 'do n't know. '
Xiao Chen raised his head violently, because the speed was too fast, and the top of the head directly hit the other person's chin, and Tan Jun did not hide. It seemed that Xiao Chen felt a pain and felt his head gently.
Fortunately, no one was looking at Xiao Chen at this time.
Xiao Chen was a little uncomfortable, dumbfounded, 'blame me! I should n't have left. '
He was so scared that he hid under the bed for a whole day and night, hungry until his stomach began to twitch, and the whole person nearly came out of syncope.
He only picked up Tan Jun's bone, which he had been wearing around his neck. He dared not forget, nor did he want to forget.
Dreaming back at midnight, whenever he couldn't hold it, he could only hold on as long as he thought of Tan Jun.
Tan Jun looked at him with some distress in his eyes, and said softly, "Don't blame yourself, you have done a good job!"
Hu Bing's expression gradually became anxious. He knew that time did not wait for others, and it was not a way to spend time and time again.
Ma succeeded in clenching his teeth, and his expression was awkward, as if he was doing a psychological struggle. Finally, he raised his head and breathed a little shortly, "You never felt that everything we experienced is like a magical event?"
Hu Bing looked back at him.
Ma Hang opened his mouth wide, screaming in surprise, "Brother?"
Ma Chenggong calmly said, "The village chief died alive in front of us. We can't get out of this town no matter how we go. Do you not doubt so many unexplainable phenomena in the village?"
Hu Bing was a little silent, and looked at Ma successfully. What Ma Chenggong said was all that he felt could not be explained at all.
But before Hu Bing answered, a gust of wind immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Hu Bing made a boo gesture, put his index finger in the middle of the person, and whispered, "I'll see it first, you are all passive."
Jin Hong and Ma Hang both nodded.
Hu Bing was close to the source of the voice lightly, trying to discern what was said in the distance.
"Although the skin is slack, it's always meat, not bad."
The old man squatted on the ground, rubbing it repeatedly on the whetstone with a sharp kitchen knife in his hand, and spoke eloquently in his mouth.
Next to it is a frying pan about the size of fried lard, placed on the kang, with firewood burning underneath, the fire is booming, and the sparks are all splashed out.
Hu Bing hid in the corner and stretched out his head, observing the scene.
Next to the pan is a long wooden chair, which can only be seen in the countryside. The chair plates are gray and have a length of 1.3 meters.
None of this is unusual.
Of course, the premise is if there is no dead person lying on the chair.
The man spread his hands and feet, the whole person's clothes were pulled off, lying naked on the top, from the chest to the waist, the whole person was stabbed by the knife, and the belly was broken.
On the dirt, there was blood, and there were a lot of visceral large intestines, which were sticky and clumpy. What's more disgusting is that this intestine is accompanied by thin stool.
Seeing this scene, Hu Bing immediately turned his back on his back, leaned on the wall next to him, and began to disturb sour water in his stomach.
The body also started to tremble.
He recognized the person lying on the bench almost at a glance!
It was the old man who knocked on the door with Zhang Xiaojun's meat last time! !
He could not admit his mistake!
Hu Bing was about to retreat, but he was too nervous, and he kicked directly on the dry branch next to him, making a crisp click.
The sharpening of the knife stopped abruptly.
Hu Bing had a stiff body, his lips were pale and he was trembling. He could even feel his "pounding" heartbeat infinitely amplified, and his throat was about to jump out!
The man seemed to stand up, and footsteps sounded.
Hu Bing's cold sweat was flowing down, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
The voice is getting closer!
Came over! !
"Bloating!" The old man grabbed the knife and hit the wall, turned a corner, grinning wildly, and whispered, "Is it a cute kitten?"
Hu Bing's eyes widened, and the old man's entire face fell on his face! Only twenty centimeters away! !
Finished!
Hu Bingxin choked.
The old man's smile was taken away, his hand was taken off the wall, his eyes rolled around, with a little bit of anger, "What's going on! Why no one !!!"
The old man's breath slammed directly on Hu Bing's neck. When Hu Bing was cold, his legs were trembling and he was about to kneel.
The old man narrowed his eyes, snorted, put the knife away, turned around and walked back again.
Hu Bing's eyes were dizzy, and cold sweat was on his eyelids.
what happened?
He hadn't waited until he wanted to understand what voice came directly from his heart.
"Want to live?"
This voice is very low, even a bit cold, and the tone is flat and bland, just like the king who judges the death of man, and the coldness of killing without blinking.
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