Fan Cho was shocked and looked up suddenly. A broken face suddenly appeared above the wellhead, just like the kind of corpse that had been buried in the soil for several months and had suddenly crawled out.

Rotten corpse!

Fencao has seen countless ghosts these days, but this corrupt corpse has never seen the real ones except in American horror movies. At this time, I was so shocked that I almost fell off the rope.

A Xiang also screamed, her fear was only much greater than that of Ran Cang. She was so scared that she hid behind Ran Cang and said tremblingly: "What is this? It's so terrible..."

Wanchou was speechless: "Please, are you a ghost? Are you still afraid of a corpse?"

"Why can't ghosts be afraid? I've never seen such a terrible thing before, think about what to do."

"How do I know what to do? You are a ghost, okay? You can go out and communicate with him so that he can't make trouble."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The rope suddenly shook again. Fengchou lost confidence in this female ghost. She probably couldn't help much, so she quickly stabilized and looked up.

"Hey, hurry up and dodge." Fangcho shouted to the above.

The rotten corpse couldn't understand what he was saying at all. There was only one eyeball left on his rotten face, but it was also shaking. Especially when he looked down at this time, the eyeball drooped on his face and kept shaking. Feng Chou did not dare to shout loudly, for fear of shaking the eyeball off and hitting his face, it would be so disgusting.

He shouted a few times, but the rotten corpse just looked at him and became interested in the rope. He reached out to grab the rope and pulled it curiously a few times. Fang Chou screamed in frightened below.

"Don't pull the rope, I can't hold it anymore. Hey, please don't pull the rope..."

Fan Chou was angry and thought to himself that you were trying to die, so I didn't blame me. He pressed against the well wall with one hand, and a thunder in his palm hit him like lightning.

A white light flashed and a rumbling sound. The thunder in the palm of the palm was slashing on the corrupt corpse's head. Instantly, the already rotten neck could no longer support it. A terrifying head broke from the neck and fell head-on into the well.

Fan Cho and A Xiang screamed at the same time, and his head suddenly fell down. Fan Cho had nowhere to avoid it, so he had to turn slightly, tilt his head to one side, and stick it to the well wall. But he just avoided the collision with the corrupt corpse's head, but his body could not escape. The corrupt corpse's head was falling on his chest, and rolled between his legs in accordance with his current posture.

When Fan Chou looked down, his bones almost frightened. He saw the rotten corpse's head open his eyes with his ferocious eyes, his mouth kept opening and closing unwillingly. The two rows of loose teeth rubbed into a sound that made the hair feel cool. It was just in his crotch, as if he was looking for something to bite hard and exhaled.

"Oh my god..."

Fan Cho screamed, loosened his legs, and the rotten corpse's head was biting hard and was biting his crotch. Suddenly, a cool air whizzed into his thighs. Fan Cho was so scared that his soul was rising. He grabbed the rope with both hands and shook his thighs desperately.

However, the rotten corpse bit hard and never swears. No matter how hard it is, A Xiang could not watch it anymore behind Fan Chou, so she floated out and kicked the rotten corpse's head, cursing: "If you die, you will harm others. Look at me kicking you to pieces!"

Fan Cho hurriedly shouted, "Auntie, you can kick it after you see it..."

Before he finished speaking, A Xiang's kick was accurately kicked the rotten corpse's head. The head then relaxed, fell from the air, and fell to the bottom of the well with a bang.

Only then did Fanchou breathe a sigh of relief and looked down. Fortunately, except for a little chill, he seemed to be injured...

However, he no longer had the strength to continue to hold on to the well wall. The moment just now was so scary. It was related to the happiness of the rest of his life. Not only did he sweat on his forehead, but his crotch was soaked with sweat. When the cool breeze blew, it became colder.

After several efforts, he failed. He only relied on the strength of his hands and gradually became unable to grasp the rope.

"A Xiang, can you help me..."

A Xiang was also anxious, and he hurriedly said, "What should I do? I can't pull you."

"Don't pull me, can you hold me a little behind me? As long as my legs can be used..."

"good......"

Fangchou immediately felt that there seemed to be a pair of hands under his butt, and he held them up hard. The hands were cold and soft, making him itchy. He was busy concentrating and took advantage of this force to lift his legs and support the well wall again.

Finally, he slowed down his numb hands and shouted, "Don't stop, let's go up first."

A Xiang agreed, so the two of them climbed and held each other, rubbed and moved, and in an extremely strange posture, they finally gradually climbed to the wellhead in a man and a ghost.

With both hands struggling to climb the edge of the well, Wanchou's head finally emerged from the wellhead and rolled and crawled out.

He lay down on the ground, but the body of the rotten corpse just now happened to be lying beside him. He was too lazy to care, and he had no strength on his body, so he simply panted and looked at the night sky above his head. After a long time, he gradually recovered a little of his strength.

wrong!

Fu Chou suddenly got up, looked at the sky in surprise, and then looked around, frowned in confusion.

I remember when I went down the well just now, the sky was still a full moon. At some point, it had disappeared quietly. In the dark sky, there was no stars or moon, and there was a darkness around it.

"A Xiang..."

Only then did Fan Chou remember that there was another female ghost. When he looked back, A Xiang stood under the tree, staring blankly at the desolate and dilapidated village around him, his face full of sadness.

It seems that she is immersed in the memories of the past. Well, I guess she will never finish it. Wanchou first walked to the rotten corpse on the ground, but did not dare to get too close. He found a dead branch and carefully turned the rotten corpse over. He endured the disgust and took a flashlight to shoot it. He found that although the person's clothes were torn, he could still tell clearly that it was a torn cotton jacket, which had turned black into rags and turned outside. Looking at his lower body, the torn cotton pants and the torn cotton shoes, they were all worn out.

However, it can still be recognized that this outfit should be the villagers who were killed in Qingxi Village that winter decades ago.

The doubts in the mind that have always existed in the mind gradually came to my mind. Since this village has been destroyed, why did no one pay attention to it for decades, or even no one repaired it, and let it be abandoned so much?

There are probably many unknown stories here.
Chapter completed!