As the alcohol hit, Liu Mingshan felt dizzy and sleepy. He really wanted to sleep, so he closed his eyes comfortably. Just when he wanted to rest peacefully for a while, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Door sound.

Hearing the knock on the door, Liu Mingshan jumped up and asked casually: "Who is it?"

"I am the boss."

"Oh, it's Li Si?" Liu Mingshan whispered. He got up and opened the door. Li Si was his confidant, the man who reported the matter to him in the guest house before.

Li Si entered the room and casually glanced at the situation in the room. He quickly looked back at Liu Mingshan and said: "Boss, the boy named Zhong Kui asked the brothers to beat him down with a belt, and directly contracted the corpse.

They were both stabbed into the mud. As for the man named Chen, I heard you didn’t dare to touch him for the time being. After a beating, he was carried to the county seat and still on the roadside. I also witnessed someone lifting him up and bandaging him.

It’s a wound.”

"Okay, you did a good job."

After Li Si left, another thing came to Liu Mingshan's mind.

The reason why he did not kill Chen Zhiqing was because when he was poor and desperate and hungry and wanted to eat human flesh, he received a steamed bun as a gift from Xu Guofeng.

A steamed bun is insignificant to today. But to that era of chaos and confusion, it was more important than anything else. It was the only force that allowed people to survive, and only it could provide buffering energy to the hungry Wu Zang Temple.

A steamed bun changed a life. At that time, a life was not worth as much as a bag of rice.

Don’t forget what I said before, the death of a person is not as eye-catching as the death of a pig. Just like when three activists died in the woods, there was a lot of noise, searches, and inquiries, but in the end nothing was found.

As a result, this bloody tragedy finally became the unsolved case behind countless unsolved cases and was hung high in the filing cabinet.

Today I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. Play when you should have fun, and buy drunken life when you should buy drunken life.

Anyway, it was okay, Liu Mingshan then lay on his back on the bed drunkenly, and soon he started to snore loudly.

When the birds turned into small black dots and disappeared in the distance, they flew into the dense woods to rest. Night came slowly, and a bright and dark red full moon rose slowly, peeking through the clouds and peeking at the earth.

At Old Man Xia's house, the black dog locked in the courtyard by Zhong Kui and the others was scratching at the door in a panic, making a low hissing sound from its muzzle. The black dog's eyes were watching in the dark night

, like two small lanterns, they are green and look very scary at a close distance.

Another tomb covered with dense thatch looks strange and unpredictable on a full moon night. The moon tonight appears dark red, and the moonlight pours on the tip of this lonely tomb.

There was a faint whine, like a wolf howling, more like a wild dog letting loose. The grave slowly shook in the silence. As the soil and bones on the grave slid down, a thick strip suddenly opened in the center of the grave.

of cracks.

The thick crack slowly expanded, and a dark hand stretched out from the crack, clinging to the edge of the sliding soil. After the hand were the shoulders, after the shoulders was the half-length body, and then the legs...

Under the eerie pale moonlight, a rickety figure was stretched so long that it was impossible to see anything among the equally dark shadows of the trees.

The black dog suddenly stopped scratching. It raised its nose and kept sniffing the smell of the black figure outside the door. The smell was very complex, and its age was beyond the age range that people had predicted for it.

People predict that the maximum age of a loyal domestic dog is 10-20 years. And the age of this dog is already 21 years, so it is really old, so old that it cannot smell outside for a while.

This dark shadow is friend or foe.

In the dead silence of the night, the old dog's snorting seemed to sense something. It let out a desperate whine, trembled all over, and then stepped back step by step.

There was a violent shaking, and a dog and a man were fighting outside the door.

A dog is always a dog. When it is strong, its highest IQ can only be that of a four-year-old child. What's more, now that it is old, its IQ is gradually declining, and its memory and sense of smell are also declining.

The black dog was torn apart crazily. A stream of smelly but hot fresh blood was ruthlessly sucked dry...

Zhong Hansheng couldn't sleep at all. When he was tossing and turning, he wondered what the problem was. His thinking paused and his hearing exerted its ultimate power. After listening carefully, he suddenly realized that it turned out that there was something wrong with his wife. In the past, his wife would snore while sleeping.

It was thunderous, but tonight she slept so quietly that she almost didn't even breathe.

The bright moonlight outside the window seeped into the room. A few seconds ago, Zhong Hansheng had a strange dream. In the dream, he dreamed that his wife was worshiping heaven and earth with another man.

At the moment he woke up, he had not fully regained consciousness. However, he found that there was something unusual about tonight. He suddenly wanted to see if the thick and fat woman next to him was his wife. Otherwise, how could there be no snoring?

Zhong Hansheng got up gently and walked to his wife's side. Without disturbing her, he just stared at her quietly. This face had been with him for most of his life. It was chubby and fleshy, covering all the facial features.

It was so crowded that the position changed.

A wife is still a wife, but why doesn't she snore? This is not a problem, but it has been lingering in Zhong Hansheng's mind for a long time.

Wanting to go out for a walk, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the eerie white outside the window. He couldn't help but stop. Unable to go out, Zhong Hansheng suddenly felt scared.

He knew the reason for his fear was the chain reaction caused by the recent nightmares.

Zhong Hansheng thought of the woman who appeared behind him in the nightmare, and thought of the woman's ghostly voice; you are about to die...

The voice in the dream was very real, giving him the feeling that it was right next to his ears. Sweat! He looked nervously around, before finally focusing on his wife.

That's right! There was no one else sleeping beside him except his wife.

Zhong Hansheng remembered that every time he had that kind of nightmare, it always happened when he was sleeping in the same bed as his wife at home. In his wild thoughts, he paused and let out a sigh, and said to himself: It seems that he once did this with his lover.

Strange nightmare comes.

In his memory, every time he woke up from a nightmare, he saw that instead of comforting him, his wife looked gloating about his misfortune.

This ugly woman must be playing tricks on her husband, trying to scare her husband to death, so these three bungalows are property in her name.

Zhong Hansheng continued to think deeper, maybe this stinky bitch already knew that he was hooking up with widows, hostel waiters, and abusing his power to trick women into sleeping with him, so she treated him like this.

Thinking of the dream just now, Zhong Hansheng became more and more sure that his inference was correct. Maybe his wife had found a sweetheart outside in order to retaliate for his indiscriminate love. The next step was to take the sweetheart after killing him.

Come back and live.

When Zhong Hansheng thought about the last thing, his emotions were completely out of control. He came up with a strange idea, that is, before his wife woke up, he would ignore her and strangle her to death first.
Chapter completed!