The moon in the sky was hidden among dark clouds, making the weather extremely hot.

A dilapidated jeep drove up from a distance. Six or seven people jumped out of the car. When one person raised his head and looked in one direction, he suddenly fell to the ground.

"It's just a scarecrow!"

A man stood in the middle of a wheat field and poked a very broken scarecrow with a gun. As the man moved, several crows flew up from the scarecrow's arms and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This scarecrow is very common and can be seen everywhere in the wheat fields in the central and western parts of the country.

Perhaps the only special thing is that its frame is made of scrap steel, and a huge scythe is used as its left hand, while its right hand is an old lampshade, used to scare all kinds of predators at night.

Wheat birds and animals.

There is not much straw left in the body. Under the dim light in the scarecrow's hands, the rusty "skeleton" of the scarecrow's body can be clearly seen.

"But I clearly saw his head move! He turned his head towards me!"

The man said nervously. He looked very thin and not tall at all, only over 1.6 meters tall. That's why everyone called him Little John. Little John patted his violently rising chest.

This was the first time he went out with Bob. He was bullied by people in the town every day, until yesterday Bob told him that as long as he followed him to do things, Bob would protect him from being bullied by others.

In this way, little John appeared in the field at night in the broken jeep with Bob's other brothers.

"Hahaha! You are so timid."

"You are too timid. No wonder you are bullied by others. Little John, you have to be bolder."

"How about I suggest tying Little John to the scarecrow?"

"OK!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Finish your business first and then talk about other things!"

The man holding the gun scolded the crowd who were making noises. This man was Bob.

This time it was a deal with the Crocodile Gang from the next town. If these bastards messed up the deal, he was going to kill these bastards who failed to achieve anything but failed.

The moon in the sky has been completely hidden in the dark clouds,

There was no other light on the entire land except their car lights and the dim light in the scarecrow's hands.

No one took the Scarecrow and the dim light in his hand seriously.

After a while, a bright light shone in the distance, and another dilapidated jeep drove over from a distance and slowly stopped in front of Bob.

Five or six people got out of the jeep. The leader was holding a shotgun, and the rest were holding pistols or knives.

"Where's the stuff?"

"Where's the money?"

"John, go get the money!" Bob handed John a package.

"What is this?" John asked.

"Don't talk nonsense, go!"

John could only take the package given by Bob and walk towards the opposite side.

At this time, a person was sent from the opposite side, holding a box and walking between the two cars.

The headlights of the two cars illuminated the narrow road clearly, and the two slowly walked towards each other.

Suddenly, Bob seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye. He turned around and found that the scarecrow had clearly raised its head just now, but now it was lying down together with its upper body.

"Is it because I remembered it wrong? Or is it because of the wind?" Bob had a bad feeling in his heart, but money was more important than a shabby scarecrow, so Bob focused his attention on John again.

Just when John was about to make contact with the man, the man holding the box across from him suddenly took out a pistol after opening the box.

The moment he saw the pistol, under the conditioned reflex of being bullied for many years, John subconsciously avoided the gun pointed at him, and his thin body exploded at extreme speed at this moment.

Before the man could shoot, John had already got into the wheat field.

"Shit! Kill them!" The gun in Bob's hand poured bullets at the opponent. Everyone in the car also took out their guns and shot at each other, and the opponent also started shooting at them.

The two gangs exchanged fire, shooting at each other while getting into the wheat field.

Because the wheat fields in summer are as tall as half a person, as long as you bend down, they will be a natural barrier.

Both parties got into the wheat field and hid their bodies in the wheat field. Except for the shabby scarecrow, he was still hanging on the shelf, but...

"Is it an illusion?" Bob felt that the scarecrow seemed to move, but bullets kept coming from around him. Bob couldn't care so much at this time. He subconsciously avoided the scarecrow's position and hid in the wheat field.

Just as the two parties were engaged in a fierce gunfight in the wheat field, a scream spread throughout the wheat field.

"He is alive!!!"

The cry was extremely sharp, as sharp as if it was about to tear through the thick dark clouds in the sky.

Bob could tell that the voice belonged to his right-hand man Johnny, and it was his idea to tie John to the scarecrow just now.

"What's the living thing? Johnny?"

Johnny didn't answer him, he just repeated it over and over again.

"He is...alive!"

Although Johnny's voice could be vaguely heard, for some reason his voice became extremely hoarse, so hoarse that if he said one more word, Bob would worry that his vocal cords would be torn.

Even so, he repeated it over and over again.

This repeated sound made Bob feel a little nervous. Such a hoarse voice did not seem like a human voice at all.

But even so, Bob still walked in the direction of Johnny. He couldn't leave Johnny alone. As for John, who would care about him?

As Bob moved forward, Bob strangely discovered that Johnny's voice actually went to the opposite side.

Bob stopped. Although he had to be loyal to say it, there was no need to risk his own life.

Coupled with Johnny's hoarse voice, Bob didn't know what was going on, and he felt a sense of fear.uuReading www.uukanshu.com

And Bob was also very surprised, why did Johnny rush to the opposite side? Is Johnny so brave? He is usually so brave when he meets a girl.

Johnny kept repeating, and his hoarse voice was soon drowned in the sound of gunfire.

"Brother?"

"David?"

"It's me, we're all here."

The four of them ran towards Bob from the wheat field. There were seven of them in total. Although John didn't know where he ran, it didn't matter. Johnny ran to the other side, and now there were only five of them.

Now their car and the other party's car have been damaged, the car lights can no longer light up at all, and there is darkness between heaven and earth, only in the hands of the scarecrow...
Chapter completed!