So Huang Crooker didn't move, but he began to be scared when he moved. He finally stopped in fear, and then pointed at Xiao Jun tremblingly. In order to strengthen his courage, he used his strength to roar.

"Who are you? What kind of elephant is inserted into the pig's nose? If you want to kill me, come and have a quick and easy way!"

But Xiao Jun neither gave him any pleasure nor made him unhappy.

She still had no movement, but Huang Crook felt that the eyes behind her hair became darker and deeper, as deep as an endless abyss. This abyss seemed to have great attraction, as if it was pulling his whole body into it.

Huang Crook felt his ears buzzing, the sound was monotonous and harsh. He covered his ears hard, feeling that his head was about to explode.

He wanted to run, but his legs were out of control. He found that not only was he about to be pulled into the abyss, but everything around him darkened, and even the lights in the room kept flashing, making a "squeaking" sound, as if the cry of despair was in a moment.

Then the light suddenly went out, and the surroundings were dim and pitch black, as if the entire Niangniang Temple had fallen into that abyss.

Huang Crooker found that the noise in his ears had disappeared. He opened his eyes and Xiao Jun disappeared at some point. He groped into the darkness, thinking that he would leave this ghost place no matter what.

At this moment, he vaguely saw a bright gap not far ahead.

Huang Crook walked to the front of the light and found that it was a somewhat simple wooden door. He hesitated for a moment, but reached out and gently pushed the door open.

The light in the room was coming to the face like a tide, and Huang Crook subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"Is there a living thing inside?" No matter where he felt bad, the sound of waves remained.

The light gradually faded, and Huang Crook realized that the place where he was was a small wooden house.

This wooden house has only two, the roof is very low and the windows are small, making it look particularly cramped.

Huang Crooked around the house and found that this family was narrower, more broken, dirty, messy, and poorer than his home in Xieguan Town.

There was a hanging pot in the middle of the outer room, and there were cold ashes at the bottom. The broken wooden pot lid was placed crookedly. Huang Crook couldn't help but lift it up and saw a half-pot of cold broth inside.

The rotten meat emitted a stench. Huang Lame quickly pinched his nose and covered the pot with a bang.

"What a sloppy person! He is even more disgusting than feces!"

But strangely, the smell of smell just now was completely dissipated by just putting the lid of the pot.

Huang Crook looked at the pot lid with a little puzzled look. The pot lid was made of several wooden boards, and the workmanship was very rough, and there were still rough gaps in the middle of the wooden board.

"Mist grass! What kind of pot cover is this? Wait for a while!" It is Huang Crooker's nature to follow things. He is lazy and hates labor. He often relies on supporting his life from childhood to adulthood.

"It's not called stealing when you follow things. Can it be called stealing when you hold things for use?" When he was caught, he always argued with improper reason, and his argument was even more quarrel than in classic classics.

But this family is so poor that there is nothing worth it except the magical broken pot lid.

Huang Crook first went around the inner room. Most people like to put valuables inside and around them.

But there was not even a bed in the inner room, and only a thick layer of hay was lambstone, and there was a smelly sheepskin shoulder next to the hay. It seemed that the owner was spending the night on the hay and covered it with sheepskin at night.

"It's better to die than to be so poor!" Huang Crooked cursed in extreme disappointment.

There is also a crooked broken wooden table in the inner room, which is obvious to people who have no skills to nail it themselves.

This family is really, it’s not unreasonable to be poor, they are so stupid.

At this moment, Huang Crook realized something even more strange.

There were two oil lamps on the wooden table. One of them had already run out of oil, and the other was not much better. The oil inside seemed to be about to burn out, and there was only a little bean-like light on the head of the lamp twister, swaying timidly.

The lights were very dim, but the whole house didn't look so dim. What's even more strange is that there was no light at all in the outer room, but it seemed brighter than the inner room.

In this way, the light source in the room has nothing to do with this oil lamp.

Since it doesn't matter, why do you lit it?!

A thought suddenly flashed through Huang Crook’s mind, and the lights were on, and it was still consuming oil, so I could blow it out!

But just as he bulged his mouth and approached the oil lamp, he suddenly changed his mind.

It’s not a waste of my family’s oil, so why should I worry about others?

However, there was indeed only a shallow layer of oil in the lamp, and the twists of the lamp so shallow that it was almost exposed. It seemed that it would be quietly extinguished in less than half an hour.

Looking at the weak lights, Huang Crook's mood suddenly became complicated, and he remembered his aunt.

He is fifty years old this year. When he was young, there were frequent power outages in the villages and towns, and he didn't even have enough food. Because of his physical disability, his parents didn't like him very much. The only person who was kind-hearted and cared for him was the aunt who lived in the next yard.

Every time Huang Crooker ran back from outside and was so hungry that his stomach was roaring, the aunt always waved to him and stuffed him half a steamed bun with a smile. Once his jacket was scratched by a branch, he was so scared that he didn't dare to go home. He was still wandering outside at night. When the aunt saw it, she asked him what was going on.

The jacket was cut by a branch, and when I got home, my mother would definitely beat me to death. He whimpered.

What are you afraid of? Come on, the aunt sews it for you, so no one can see it! The aunt waved at him with a smile.

Huang Cuzi followed the aunt to her house, took off her top, the aunt lit the oil lamp, took out the needle and thread to sew the needle. However, the needle eyes were too small and her eyes were a little blurry, so she tried several times but couldn't get in.

Auntie, I'll do it! Huang Crooker volunteered.

He took the needle and thread handed over by the aunt and put it on in an instant.

Look! It’s still our cripple man who is smart! The aunt praised him.

Since Huang Crooked, basically no one would praise him. Everyone called him stupid and ugly, and even his own father and mother had never said good things to him. So when he heard this, he almost burst into tears. It would be great if he had a mother like an aunt.

That night, Huang Crook returned home wearing the clothes sewn by the aunt. His parents were sitting in the main hall wearing grates, and the three brothers and sisters were playing around on the kang.

He walked into the room and carefully clamped his arms, for fear that someone would discover the secret of his clothes.

But no one looked up at him, no one asked him where he had been so late, and no one asked him if he had eaten dinner.

They were all busy, turning a blind eye to him, or just not caring about his existence and disappearance.
Chapter completed!