How could the vanilla lady agree to this naughty condition? Is this going to end? What if it keeps going like this? She frowned silently, ignored Wang Ermao's words, picked up the ragged mat and walked out.

Looking at Vanilla Lady's plump back, Wang Ermao swallowed his saliva and muttered: "Grandma, I don't believe you can escape from my grasp."

After Vanilla Lady left a bag of cigarettes, Wang Ermao lazily left the hut.

Her mother-in-law was so preoccupied that she didn't go to the house where her aunts were gathered, so she walked home unhappy. She was muttering in her heart! Who was here just now? Could it be Vanilla's father? If so, there would be nothing wrong with her father's presence.

Okay, what I'm afraid of is that there are other people, people like Wang Ermao.

Vanilla Girl's way home is not far, but she has to pass through a section of woods. She gets angry when she talks about this section of road that is submerged in the woods.

Over there in the woods is Vanilla's father's territory, and a foot away is someone else's woods. It would be great if this woods was my own, but I want to go back to it, but it can't become a reality.

The rain seemed to have slowed down, and occasionally it fell a little, but it was so small that it was hard to see clearly.

When the rain stopped, people came out of their homes and walked around to see if their crops had grown taller again under the water of the rain. The reservoir became no longer calm because of the rain, and circles of ripples followed the wind.

Dangqi. In the center of the reservoir, a dark object that somewhat resembles a human body appeared in people's sight at some point.

People began to get busy. Some people went to notify the village guard that someone cut down bamboo from home to grow bamboo poles. They tried to pick up the object, or pulled it to the edge of the reservoir to see if it was a human being or an animal abandoned by someone in the reservoir.

By the way, this reservoir is the village's drinking water. I wonder who could be so unscrupulous and do such bad things. The aunties stood on the edge of the reservoir and could only point and point. The men tried to think of ways here and there, and finally someone pulled the object away.

When we reached the edge, we could see clearly that it was a dead body that was swollen all over due to blisters and had a small amount of maggots crawling on the surface.

A corpse appeared again in the reservoir, and it had begun to rot. The villagers were angry, and shouts and curses were intertwined. Because the body was swollen, it was not possible to identify who it was. But one person recognized the true identity of the corpse.

It was Zhong Mingfa who had been missing for several days.

The person who recognized the body was a man from the Yan family. He struggled with the deceased. He was very familiar with what Zhong Mingfa was wearing, a navy blue jacket and undershirt, and a pair of heather gray trousers that could never be straightened.

Zhong Kui, who was drowsy at home, was awakened by a sound like a drum coming from the door of his room. When he heard clearly that the sound was coming from the door of his room, his sleepy eyes flashed and he said happily: "Yes.

Dad is back?" Thinking that maybe dad was back, his sleepiness disappeared. He jumped up and opened the door in panic.

When he opened the door, Zhong Kui opened his mouth in shock. He saw many people standing at the door, including adults, children, and those gossipy aunties. In the open space behind them, there was a pair of temporary bindings.

A stretcher. Lying on the stretcher was a decomposed body that still smelled bad.

When Zhong Kui saw the stretcher and the body, he ran out uncontrollably, pulling away all the people who were blocking his view. His eyes were dazzled, and his brain went blank. His steps were crooked, and he almost fell down. He walked step by step.

Next to the stretcher, I stared at the body in shock for a few seconds, then fell to my knees on the ground. Big tears fell silently, flowing smoothly all over my cheeks.

Zhong Kui was imprisoned by violent people, and the fact that he was a freak was confirmed. The basis for the confirmation was that the two relatives he came into contact with died innocently.

Zhong Mingfa's body could not be delayed and had to be buried as soon as possible. A bed of torn cotton wool could not completely wrap the swollen and deformed body. People took the only object on the bed and overlapped the torn cotton batting to wrap it up.

There was no sound of firecrackers announcing his departure, and no cry of farewell to his filial son Zhong Kui. Zhong Mingfa was buried in a random grave. No beheaders were willing to cut his holes, so they just dug a hole casually and buried him with torn cotton wool.

Under tuba thatch flowers.

Burying with torn cotton wool is called a soft burial here. Zhong Mingfa is not the only one to be buried softly. This is the best gift for all the poor families who have no money to buy a coffin.

Zhong Kui was lying on the cold ground like a dead man. This was Grandpa's independent house. I thought it would be occupied by someone, but it turned out to be a temporary cell where Zhong Kui was imprisoned.

Zhong Mingfa died without any children. The house was divided among three families. The people who divided the house said that when Zhong Mingfa was salvaged from the reservoir and buried, they had to work hard and have household items. In order not to get into trouble, they had to

He has something.

The house was damp, and from time to time a skinny mouse would appear. Occasionally it would crawl to Zhong Kui's side, sniffing to see if he was dead.

At this time, Zhong Kui didn't feel any fear at all. In his mind, his living father and his father's body, which had become unrecognizable in death, were superimposed in his mind. There were also the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, as well as his two missing friends.

The sweatshirt on his body was dry and wet, wet and dry again. Zhong Kui felt that there was something invisible to the naked eye in the space around him, sucking away the energy from his body. He had no strength to stand up, and every time he climbed up in vain,

My legs were shaking, as if I were stepping on cotton.

The tears had dried up when my father was buried. My throat was burning with pain, and the roaring sound from my vocal cords was like a broken wind flap that could not stop the wind.

Zhong Kui remembered that when his father was going to the funeral, he was forcibly held in his arms. He cried, why? I am his biological son, why can't I send him to the mountain?

Someone cursed: "Bah! You are the child of a monster. How could Zhong Mingfa have a son without his mother-in-law?"

Zhong Kui argued: "My father said that our family was poor and my mother couldn't bear it, so she left after giving birth to me."

Another person scolded: "Who is your mother? A ghost? Or a water girl? The water girl is a ghost, she might be your mother, otherwise she wouldn't have dragged your father to accompany her."

Zhong Kui didn't know how long he had been lying on the ground, his body getting softer and softer, so soft that he was too lazy to dream and open his eyes to look into the dark space of the room.

The timid mouse was not afraid of Zhong Kui's sideways movements. At first it just crawled to his side and sniffed harmlessly. Now it actually climbed onto his body. The mouse's hooked claws crawled on his body, and he didn't feel anything at all.

Only the rat's squeaking scream could be heard in my ears.

A square wooden lattice window penetrated with colorful rays of light, and the light reflected on the almost dead body on the ground. At this moment, the light flashed, and a white and tender hand reached in and grabbed

Living in a wooden lattice, he has a pair of black eyes full of spiritual energy. He looks around the room with difficulty, looking east and west.

"Brother Zhong Kui, brother Zhong Kui, wake up, wake up!"
Chapter completed!