Chapter 29: Villager's Secret

Chen Bin had a shadow on these things, and suddenly saw a large group, scared.
"What is the case!"
"They were just talking about sewing dolls, right?" Yu Wen hid behind the trunk and stared at the other side. "None of us have done anything. Isn't that the only one who sew dolls this afternoon?"
He whispered, "Those things are looking for my brother! He must be over there!"
Old Yu suddenly understood the "preparation" of the confusion.
No wonder he sewed the doll ...
Dare to plan ahead, mark yourself first, and if you are in the coffin, you will be attracted by ghosts.
He also thinks that one movement is not big enough, and one is sixteen.
Is this a monster as a dog?
Oh no, not just dogs.
Or a ready-made excavation team ...
The mining team is full of emotion and high efficiency.
Daoguang flashed into a piece in the night, and he didn't know that he was tired at all. After a few rushes, the wet mud was turned upside down.
Everyone watched.
Fortunately, they did not stay to the end.
The old Yu held the twine and looked at the blade of light and swallowed his mouth: "That's my pro-nephew, I can't stand like that. You ... I don't force it, but I will get it for a while ..."
"And me!" Yu Wen said.
Chen Bin looked at it, and Dao Guang shook every time he shook it.
He patted his face daringly and whispered boldly, "Although ... I didn't always act collectively, but it wasn't black-eyed. So many monsters, how can you bother? I'm out. Who treats me ... "
Everyone responded.
Old Yu nodded: "That's OK! We will be like this for a while-"
It's pretty hard to fight, the enemy is weak.
Moreover, as the saying goes, "horrified people are afraid of death", those hands and feet are simply dead, and how crazy to kill them.
Yu Yu took out the old skills and used a hemp rope to make a cover.
"Will you still do this?" Chen Bin was surprised.
"Don't look at me now as an alcoholic, I also practiced 20 years ago." Old Yu hehe smiled.
But he has been drinking for many years, his fingers are no longer dexterous, and he looks awkward when knotted.
"Don't blow it up, your belly is almost bigger than Sister Yao." Yu Wen was the most annoyed when he heard his dad raise a drink. He grabbed the remaining twine and quickly tangled it.
Obviously the is the same, but it is much more skilled than the old one.
"You too?" Yu Yao asked softly.
"I taught it!" Old Yu was a little proud and a little emotional: "I taught him when he was a kid, and he didn't lose it."
Yu Wen rolled his eyes.
He knotted in a few seconds and quickly finished all the twine.
"Well, hold on to this head and throw it over. Have you watched the TV?" Yu Wen tried it, and drew the rope to others: "It must be a bit accurate."
This classmate does not work hard all the year round, he can't do the exam. The dart slingshot hits the balloon and returns to the high score. When I was young, I played with the old man who didn't make a lot of money.
He can fall in love early in high school, except for his face, which basically depends on these.
Old Yu took the rope and stunned: "After a while, set those legs, the center of gravity is unstable, and the set will fall. Anyway, no hand is terrible ..."
Yu Wengulu said, "Why don't you come with a few heads and put on Yuanyuan and smash it over."
"..."
During the discussion, the group was silent for two seconds.
Because they suddenly realized that ... they were actually discussing how to solve the problem.
"No matter." Old Yu gritted his teeth. "Take a step and look at it. Run away!"
The blink of an eye confuses the coffin over the head.
He knew that the dirt had been opened and the blade had fallen.
Dozens of machetes fell on the lid of the coffin like heavy rain, and the sawdust plummeted.
The coffin nails wedged into the four corners became loose in an instant, and the coffin cover was severely cracked, and the seams cracked, and fresh air leaked in.
Wandering around his neck, hands and feet, he flipped open halfway.
He cut a knife twice and was ready to carry it. As a result, the ghosts fluttered halfway, and the machete fluttered empty.
Confused look at it, only to find that they are all tied with twine.
The other end of the twine was being dragged to death, which hindered their madness.
"Brother !!" Yu Wen jumped out from behind the tree.
Youguo grabbed the rope, and while they were pale, their hands and feet were covered, and they were tied up, and the murder weapon was seized.
The transition was not instantaneous.
In spite of the great victory, they were more or less in the draw.
Yu Wen didn't have enough strength with Chen Bin. When he competed with the ghost hand, he rolled a mud, his cheeks and necks were all scratched by branches and shrubs.
Yu Yu hit his arm against a tree and twisted off his mortar.
Confused holding on to the rope and walking back, Yu Wen screamed worriedly: "Your hand!"
Yin Hong's blood flowed from his forearm to the back of his hand, and fell to the ground along the fingers.
At first glance it was startling.
"It's okay, stroked."
Confused shook his hands, blood and water splashed to the ground.
The wound was not deep but long. It should have been wiped when the knife was grabbed.
He took off his muddy coat and wiped his blood with the lining.
"How do you do that! At least deal with it." Lao Yu persuaded and grinned as he straightened his arms and grinned his teeth.
In the cold winter, the blood exuding from the wound quickly coagulated into a line.
"Hemostasis." Youcha reached out and gave him a glance, but did not intend to care.
Older than: "..."
Wandering and gasping, she was about to walk away, raising her eyes and hitting the invigilator's eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Asked Confusion.
He had just been stuffed in the coffin, had a little blood, and his face was whiter than usual. The fire light failed to heat the hue, but it was projected on the earrings, and it was dazzling.
Qin Chen's gaze seemed to have just moved away from his arm, and he swept past the earrings.
He raised his scarf around his hand and said, "Nothing. I wanted to take care of the candidates and borrowed a temporary gauze. It doesn't seem to work now."
Confused lips moved.
But he hasn't figured out how to return, Qin Chen has already wrapped the scarf back.
Confused gaze glanced across the front of his shirt.
The cold wind cuts his face in the cold winter months, but his shirt neckline is open with two buttons.
He watched Qin Chen put the scarf into the coat collar and put it to the throat, and he felt that this man was really weird.
In a few days, he knew that Qin Chen was not afraid of the cold at all, but he always liked to wrap a scarf.
The wrap was not well wrapped, only symbolically covering the front.
After a moment of confusion, I looked back from the scarf: "The coat can be thrown, and the scarf is stained with blood, and I have to wash it. How hard is the blood to wash, don't you know?"
Qin Chen smiled: "I don't know how to hang this kind of color."
Bewildered: "..."
This is really provocation.
He froze a face, and turned away. Qin Chen suddenly asked: "You made up your mind to save a card for the system? What if this group of monsters come a little later, suffocating?"
Perplexed that I am not retarded.
But he said "Oh" and said, "Guess."
That night, they were very productive because they couldn't answer the question.
This time they did not miss the opportunity, and carried a large group of arms and thighs into the woods.
The forest was still foggy, but they were well prepared.
Heibo had refreshing Chen tea in those rooms, everyone grabbed some and chewed empty-mouthed.
Although the taste is not good, it can at least relieve the dizziness.
After about half an hour, those rushing hands and feet finally slowed down.
They beat on a barren field surrounded by grass, twisted to dig black mud, and tried to drill in.
Under the light of fire, there was something dull and shiny in the deep black mud.
"what is that?"
"Feels like a stele?"
Everyone wondered, approached carefully.
Wandering mud with your feet, squatting down.
"What about fire?" He said.
Yu Wen held up their torches and illuminated the thing.
It was a tiled tombstone with photos of the deceased, the cause of death, and a line of addresses.
The reason why they see it so clearly is because the words on this side tombstone are in Chinese.
Name: Zhao Wentu
Admission ticket number: 860511-12091327-745
His friend, the villager Ding, missed him and set a monument here for him, wishing him to rest in peace.
At the bottom of the tombstone is the information of the monument holder:
Address: No. 4 Chasu Village.
In the woods, the wet cold wind passed by, making a clear whistle.
Everyone looked blank and dead.
On the tombstone, the dead candidate in the photo had big eyes and a strong eyebrow. But if you look closely, you can find a faint sense of familiarity.
If he keeps the stubble, his hair is a little messy, and he puts on dirty and smoky clothes ...
It is exactly the same as the lunatic villager in the village who said he had met Qin Chen.
On the 4th Chasu Village, the address of the villager D on the tombstone happened to be the home of the lunatic.
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