The village chief trembled with fright and stopped. Several men did not dare to go forward. Several people glanced at each other with a look of fear on their faces. A few drops of sweat appeared on the foreheads of several men.
, only Mr. Ma is still calm.
Out of caution, I did not move forward, but stood aside and watched what happened. My eyes were fixed on the kitchen in the yard. It was a thatched shed on the right side of the yard, close to the back room. It had no door.
Two wooden pillars as thick as buckets were used as supports. The exit was between the wooden pillars. The chimney was made of blue bricks and did not look very strong. The chimney was filled with black gas.
As she spoke, Widow Zhao walked out of the house, still wearing the blue short coat she wore when fishing for fish at the lake that day. There were beads of sweat on her face and her clothes were wet, as if she had just been fished out of the water.
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Widow Zhao saw us standing in the yard with alert looks on our faces, holding the guy in our hands. A flash of surprise flashed across her face, but the smile on her face did not shrink. She said with a smile: "What are you doing? I am a woman."
, is it done in such a big way? I think it scares you, don’t be so nervous, the food in the pot is cooked just now, come in and eat some!"
As he spoke, he twisted his waist coquettishly and walked towards us.
Mr. Ma suddenly shouted: "Tie her up!"
Village Chief Li took the lead and hit Widow Zhao with a stick. Several men behind him rushed forward with ropes and shovels in their hands, trying to gather everyone's strength to push Widow Zhao to the ground.
I stood in the front position and could see clearly that the iron rod in Village Chief Li's hand was easily dodged by Widow Zhao. There was no dark color of fear on her face, but a smile on her face. Several men also
They all missed and fell to the ground.
This woman must not be a human being. I was secretly sure in my heart that Village Chief Li's stick just now was hard to avoid even for a woman, not to mention a person who had practiced Kung Fu. This Widow Zhao's body seemed to have no bones.
The weird and twisted angle easily dodged past.
I definitely can't think that she can do something like Cartilage Kung Fu. This is definitely not something a human body can do, and this woman has no shadow!
Seeing that none of them had trapped Widow Zhao, Mr. Ma cursed an idiot and immediately rushed forward, took out a black Bagua mirror from the waistband of his trousers, and chanted to Widow Li: "Old Master, be as urgent as the law.
Demons and monsters, show their true colors!"
Then I pointed the Bagua Mirror at Widow Li. I thought the Bagua Mirror would emit a golden light and subdue Widow Zhao, but after looking at it for a few seconds, the Bagua Mirror showed no reaction at all.
Mr. Ma's face was ugly, and his face was covered with wet beads of sweat. The Bagua mirror in his hand was twisting anxiously, but there was still no reaction. Only then did I understand that this guy was just pretending to be a ghost and had no real ability.
Widow Zhao suddenly showed an evil smile and said in a very spiteful tone: "In three days, you will all die! Haha!~"
After laughing wildly for a few times, I turned around and got into the kitchen. I quickly followed him, but I didn't see anyone in the kitchen.
Village Chief Li shouted anxiously to me from behind: "Little brother, how are you doing?"
Although Village Chief Li shouted from behind, no one dared to come over. Even the magician was hiding behind, let alone those men who were already scared to death.
There is a pile of firewood at the back of the kitchen, and in front of it is an earthen stove. A fire is burning on the stove, and a large black pot is making a gurgling sound. It is covered with a wooden lid, and there are no holes around the lid.
The white gas kept coming out,
I hurriedly greeted Village Chief Li, Mr. Ma and several other men: 'Come in quickly, there is no one here!'
Several people breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran in.
"What a ghost...why did it disappear for no reason in broad daylight?" A man in his forties with a stubble said with his mouth smacking his lips. I saw that the sweat on the guy's forehead was obviously not his.
His courage is not what he looks like.
"You are a waste of snacks. I didn't see Widow Zhao's face or even a shadow. She must be a ghost! It's up to you to guess about the ghost!" Mr. Ma glared at the man. The man shrank his head, obviously a little afraid of Mr. Ma.
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Mr. Ma searched around the kitchen and seemed to find nothing. Then he came close to me and put on a strange-looking smile: "Little brother, what do you think? What is boiling in this pot?"
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This guy was so close that I could smell a fishy smell in his breath, which made me feel sick and I moved my body back.
He glanced at the steaming pot and said, "Don't you know if you open it and take a look?"
Mr. Ma smiled after hearing this, his eyes were a little thoughtful, but he didn't say anything, and his face returned to a serious look.
Suddenly I heard a bang, as if someone had touched something. When I turned around, I saw that it was the man with a stubble who accidentally knocked over the kitchen water tank, and the iron lid that originally covered the water tank fell to the ground.
This frightened Mr. Ma, and he yelled angrily: "You melon boy, you are desperate, you scared me to death!"
The man trembled and pointed at the water tank and said: "There is something here..."
I saw a sheepskin whip placed on the water tank, and my heart tightened. I didn't know what it was that frightened this man like this. I didn't see Widow Zhao shaking so much when I saw him just now.
"You are so trembling, let me see what this thing is!" Mr. Ma walked up quickly, stretched his head to look at the water tank, and then suddenly turned around, holding on to the pillar, and kept vomiting.
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While vomiting, he cursed: 'You are a bastard, you are harming me!'
I don't know what's in the water tank, but from the look of Mr. Ma, I guess it's not something good.
Naturally I wouldn't come forward either.
Village Chief Li pointed to the blood-stained sheepskin whip and said with a surprised look on his face: "Why is this old Yangtou's sheep-herding whip here...could it be...there is...
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After Village Chief Li finished speaking, he looked at the man with some fear.
The man shook his head with a livid face: "No... I don't know!"
Village Chief Li was extremely anxious: "What on earth is it?"
The man seemed to be frightened, and he stammered for a long time without saying anything.
Village Chief Li couldn't hold it any longer. He took a deep breath and walked forward. I followed him and took a look. But at this glance, I felt that the food I ate last night was nauseating. There was something in the water tank.
Most of the tank was filled with water, and there was a pale skeleton soaked in the water.
There are a lot of red minced meat stuck to the white bones. It seems that the knife skills are not very skilled. There are a few strands of gray hair stuck to the skull. It seems to be an old man. There is a pile of jelly-like solids in the dark eye sockets.
Red.
I couldn't keep watching. Village Chief Li's face was ashen and he stammered: "This...this is Lao Yangtou!"
"Who is Old Yangtou?" I asked.
"The old sheepherder at the west entrance of the village has no children and is over seventy years old! Widow Zhao and Old Yangtou have no hatred, so how could they kill the old sheepman?" Village Chief Li looked depressed.
"I estimate that 80% of the meat cooked in this pot is the meat of the old sheep! Tsk, tut." Mr. Ma seemed to have recovered after vomiting for a while, and he coughed twice while covering his chest.
Everyone seemed to realize this, their expressions were ugly, and no one mentioned the matter in the pot, and no one even dared to look back.
"Mr. Ma, Widow Zhao said that she will kill all the people in the village in three days. You are the only one who can do it in our village. You have to come up with an idea!"
After leaving the yard, Village Chief Li had a worried face. The yard was so bloody that he felt a chill down his spine even if he stayed outside.