What a sun dog!
At the same time, the young woman could not hear the footsteps, thought the thing had gone, and immediately put out her head.
And when she appeared like this, she didn't know what she saw, and called out, "Mom!"
This hapless woman, the evil also likes to communicate with people who can see him, you face him, he can haunt you!
The worse the situation, the less we can panic. Things have fallen apart. Thirty-six is going up. I grabbed the young woman and tried to take her out.
But this young lady is scared out of her mind. She thought someone had dragged her out, suddenly pulled something out and ran towards me and sprayed it out. I was caught off guard, sprayed all over my face and in tears - several handfuls of Wolf spray! It makes me so angry. I really want to smack this stupid girl in the ear. Since time immemorial, good news has not come to the good. That's exactly right!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the young woman stumbled away, but the blind eagle seemed to run in the opposite direction of the gate. I quickly shouted at her to run out along the red line, but the voice dropped and the young woman suddenly stopped moving and looked back at me.
I immediately noticed something unnatural about the girl's right hand - her index finger was slightly bent, as if she couldn't use it. There was a ringing in my ears - the girl's fingerprints, missing the index finger!
Before I could react, the young woman stuck her hands around my neck and shouted, "Why are you sending me away?" Why are you sending me away?"
The voice was sharp and poignant, not a human voice at all, and the power was definitely not something a young woman could use, and I just felt that her voice and her eyes were almost squeezed by her, and the blood was vacated from her eyes, and she was breathless.
What, am I gonna die before I get started? No. If I die, what happens to the old man?
It occurred to me that on the fingerprints I had seen during the day, the index finger had broken off in a very neat position, apparently severed. I fear what I fear in life, what I fear in death - those who cut their fingers must fear the weapon of the sword!
By the way, didn't the young woman hang a Longquan sword on the wall to ward off evil spirits? On the wall behind me!
I struggled to pull the sword off - the sword was heavy and took out the cold light, and the young woman touched the cold light, afraid to hide, and I took the opportunity to hit her in the face.
I hit her because the canopy jolts the soul, and so does anything that can possess it.
Having received this slap, the young woman woke up, and she looked at me, covered her face, and cried, evidently frightened out of her wits, at every turn.
There was a sweat on my forehead. At this point, the thing had just been shaken out. Her Yang is weak and she could easily hit it again. Sure enough, all I heard was a gust of wind around me. It's very cold. It's like an invisible person trying to jump on us. I immediately blocked the young lady, took out my phone, and played the recording of the crow.
"Goo goo!
At the sound of the whistle, the wind suddenly stopped, and I took the opportunity to grab the young woman on my back and run out.
While running, I also felt something dragging me behind me, as if I wanted to pull the girl off my back, the girl screaming in my ear all the way, and I felt the thing catch up, but I beat him by a step and rushed out of the house.
From the back of something hit the door on the muffled sound, I know safety, squatting on the ground breathing heavily, fortunately, three uncle grandpa forced me to participate in the school track and field team, a long time this industry can be used.
The girl slipped off me and left shaking. I looked at her coldly and said that if she were not a woman, I would have to kick her feet.
But the young woman stared at my blushing, as if looking at a great hero, and said softly thank you for saving me. I have not let a woman see with this kind of eyes, the heart suddenly jumped up, sorry to scold her, a good man does not fight with a woman, forget it.
The girl also knew that things were embarrassing her and asked me what to do now?
I told her that I had figured out the origin of the thing until dawn.
At dawn, the young woman nervously followed me home, looking at the glutinous rice flour on the ground, and sweating with fear.
I saw that there were many other footprints on the glutinous rice flour besides those made by me and the young woman along the red line. The footprints went round and round, as if someone were turning around on the ground.
I followed the glutinous rice flour trail and found it extended to a corner, so I asked the young woman to find tools to dig it out.
Not long after digging, I realized what I had come across. At first glance, it looks like a big wooden box. When the box was taken out and opened, the voice of the young woman "crying" was called out.
Inside was a pile of white bones, the right bone missing an index finger.
The young woman, knowing that she had lived with this thing for so long, barely caught her breath, and murmured, Who the hell is this?
I said this is what the former homeowners - the so-called rich men who go abroad to cheat the philandering men, now really become cheating philandering men.
The young woman was suddenly silly and said how could that be?
I took a wooden stick and picked out the rotten clothes on the body, which dropped a bunch of ID cards, passports and other things, all belonging to Zhang Shengcai.
The young woman's face went white at the sight of the former owner's name. I guess I was right.
There's never a problem with cleaning the house. As long as all foreign guests can be evicted, but it only works on one status - the local host. After the house is built, except for the young woman herself, he can only live in the family of a man who cheats on the affections of women.
The house happened to be made in the sun. When he was buried here, the house was his grave. He can't even get out of here. To him, young women are foreigners and don't touch white. I also had bad luck, so the first time I cleaned the house, I cleaned the head of the grave owner, went to someone else's grave and told the grave owner to fuck off. The strange thing is, he didn't flip! A strong dragon cannot crush a local serpent. If I don't react quickly, me and the young woman will have to go in.
Since Zhang Shengcai's wife sold the house to the young woman, there is no trace of her. Now it seems, by some estimates, that his wife hated him for getting laid, killed him, buried him here, lied that he was out of the country, ran away.
No wonder he attached himself to the young woman and shouted, "Why are you driving me away?"
But at this moment, the young woman seemed to remember something and muttered: "Strange..."
I asked her what she meant by that. The young lady told me that Zhang Sheng was a decorator. She happened to see her before because of work. She was a cheating, womanizing man, but she didn't cut her finger off.
Likewise, when people enter the soil, what their bodies look like, what their souls look like. Therefore, in Chinese tradition, no matter how they die, they should leave a whole body behind. Is this Zhang Shengcai's wife deliberately cutting off his index finger before killing him? Why would she do that?
There's no sign of a severed finger in the box. I don't know where to go.
Forget it. No one knows except Zhang Shengcai's wife.
The young woman reported the kung fu, I put feng shui good, the cold disappeared in an instant. The young women felt it and adored me more. She also transferred me a bill, said a little meaning. I hope I don't have too few.
I look at my phone, and I'm like, oh, my God! Eighty-eight! Three uncle grandpa is right, the black tiger holds the column, the case is not empty.
Although I had already sung "Good hi" in my mind, I still pretended to be calm and slowly said that the number was not important, just to get married. Secretly looked at her chest, also put down the heart, the house evil spirit down, her life was saved.
The young woman thought I rubbed oil, bowed her head, looked shy, and clearly had a crush on me.
I can't help but think that this woman may not be as brainless as I thought, at least her eyes are OK.
But at this moment, I suddenly felt that the index finger of my right hand seemed to be needled, which hurt me. I shivered, looked down, and saw a small bloodline on the index finger, which was estimated to have been injured when I just dug, as if it had been stabbed.
If this little injury had been carried, I would not have taken it to heart, so I quit my job and went home.
When I go out, I secretly walk happily and do some more of this business. Not only do I get to buy medicine, but I get to drink the strongest wine and flirt with the prettiest girls. My future is bright.
Looking forward to the future, I was suddenly a little curious, in the end, why did Uncle Grandpa not let me go to Yangshuiping?
Here we go. I found a higher place to look down. It doesn't matter. Yesterday I didn't see it clearly across the bungalow. There was a bald hill behind the bungalow.
Seeing this small bald mountain, my heart suddenly beat a drum, God, Yang Shuiping this geomancy is wrong!