Sister Yang's tidal wave of attacks caught me off guard, but this is normal. Who would be widowed for four or five years and watch other men warm their beds and warm their beds?
Today I threw myself into a trap. Sister Yang was like chewing gum, clinging to my body. Seeing that I refused to give in, she simply rode up and buried my head on her white chest.
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My head suddenly felt hot!
A primitive instinct from the bones of a man burst out violently and involuntarily, making my eyes red all of a sudden.
Like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, I turned around and pinned Sister Yang underneath me.
Sister Yang's body trembled and she gasped.
"It's been five years. I've been a widow for five years and listened to people shouting for bed every day. Today I can shout..."
Sister Yang's peach blossom eyes were blurry, and she tightly held my waist with her hands, pressing the two bodies together hard.
But at this moment, the witch's voice suddenly sounded in my mind.
"Hmph, men are indeed all virtuous. I thought you would be different, but I didn't expect you to be a libertine."
The witch's voice was faint, but it was like a stream of ice water pouring over my whole body.
My eyes immediately regained their clarity, and the blood spurted out and my temperature quickly cooled down.
"Little handsome boy, what's wrong with you?"
"Good brother, why don't you continue..."
There was a bit of surprise on Miss Yang's face, and she couldn't move her eyes away when she looked at my bronze skin.
Sister Yang simply stretched out her hand to take off my clothes. I shuddered, jumped to the side, and quickly put on my clothes.
I knew I couldn't stay any longer. Looking at the disheveled Sister Yang, a large area of snow-white skin on her body was exposed in front of me. The spring scenery was almost unobstructed. If it were other men, they would be like wolves and tigers.
But I can't. There is still a witch in my body. Although she didn't control my body this time, I really can't do those things with another woman in front of her...
Sister Yang was a little dazed, the redness on her face gradually faded, replaced by anger.
"It's just the last step, why did you put your clothes back on?"
"Why, do you think my body is unclean? Or do you think the widow is not good enough for you?"
Sister Yang was actually a little choked up. Indeed, let alone her eyes blurred just now, even I couldn't help myself. If it weren't for the words of the witch, I guess I would have to lie on Sister Yang's snow-white body at this moment.
She is only twenty-eight years old, and she is at the age where she is like a wolf and a tiger. Now she is just a little short of it. In the end, she can only watch me jump to the side. It is strange that she feels comfortable...
I smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Yang, you misunderstood. I really don't dislike you, it's just that my heart belongs to someone else."
"My heart belongs to you? Then what did you just do? You took off all my clothes and touched me too for you..."
"Well, you grabbed my hand and put it there."
"Fart, it's not you who feels good..."
Sister Yang was so eloquent that I couldn't explain it at all, so I could only apologize angrily, then opened the door and left in dejection.
Before I left, Sister Yang's angry voice came from behind me, "Huh, you don't like me, but there are many men who do..."
As soon as the door closed, I breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, it was pitch black outside the house, the moonlight was shining down, and the entire Xiasha Village seemed extremely quiet.
Just as I moved my front legs, out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a figure crouching in the corner.
I took a closer look, who could it be if it wasn't Lao Zheng?
"Old Zheng, why are you here?"
When I saw Lao Zheng smoking a cigarette in the corner, my old face turned red. God knows how long he had been squatting here. Could it be that Sister Yang and I were watching what was going on in the room?
"There are many disputes in front of the widow's door." Old Zheng took a deep puff of his cigarette and said with a smile: "The shopkeeper still has the determination, and such a beautiful woman can't even bother you."
"What are you talking about? I am a charming and charming person, and I still have some determination." I boasted.
Lao Zheng glanced at me, smiled and said nothing, but the witch in my body couldn't help but spat at me.
After a while, Lao Zheng handed me a cigarette, lit it for me, and said, "Shopkeeper, do you think this village is a little ridiculously quiet?"
I took a puff of cigarette, calmed down my mind, and nodded: "One thing, this village must have a population of a thousand people. It's only been a while now that I haven't seen a single soul."
"How about we go take a look?" Lao Zheng asked.
I remembered that the old guide had told me during the day not to run around after entering the village, but at this juncture I couldn't sleep, so at the instigation of Lao Zheng, I nodded and said: "Let's go and take a look!"
After making up my mind, I took a long puff of my cigarette and stamped it out on the ground. Then I and Lao Zheng walked around to nearby houses.
The few houses near Sister Yang were relatively normal. The doors were closed and the lights inside were dark. They were obviously sleeping.
But after walking a little further, I felt something was wrong.
A few minutes later, Lao Zheng and I stopped next to an old house. He and I looked at each other, and then nodded to each other.
My eyes fell on the old house in front of me, and I looked around. I found that among the houses I saw along the way, this one was the easiest to enter. There was a rusty lock on the door.
I could tear it off with almost no effort, and inside the room, through the crack in the door, I could faintly smell a strange smell.
I'm not that old, but I've been fighting with people since I was a child. I was immediately struck by this weird smell!
Before I opened my mouth, Lao Zheng spoke first.
"It's the smell of grave soil."
I raised my eyebrows and was a little surprised. I didn’t expect that Lao Zheng was actually an insider. The smell was very light and ordinary people couldn’t smell it at all. I didn’t expect that Lao Zheng quickly judged that it was a tomb. This alone was enough to impress me.
!
I thought to myself: This Lao Zheng is not simple!
Lao Zheng grinned at me and said, "I touched a lot of funerary objects in the shop, and the fishy smell of the tomb soil was immediately noticeable."
"Expert." I said calmly.
"No, the shopkeeper must have smelled it a long time ago." Lao Zheng laughed.
I smiled and didn't say anything else. Lao Zheng's skills are not as simple as being a shopkeeper. He can even smell the grave soil. Who would believe you if you are not a tomb robber?
But I didn't feel like asking any more. I glanced at Old Zheng and said, "The tomb soil here smells very new. It should have been unearthed within a month. Let's go in and have a look."
Lao Zheng nodded, reached out and pinched the lock on the wooden door of the old house, and the rusty lock was suddenly opened out of thin air.
I entered the house cautiously.
As soon as I entered and my eyes fell on the house, I couldn't help but feel shocked!
Inside the dilapidated old house, there were several black wooden coffins with dirt...