In the barren mountains and ridges, except for the tombs, we actually smelled the aroma of meat.
This made me have a strange idea in my mind, what kind of meat could it be?
Zhang Wei, on the other hand, was not surprised at all and kept mumbling, "It smells so good. This meat is absolutely delicious. I'm so hungry!"
The shovel that was tightly clenched in his hand was dropped casually, making a clanging sound, which startled me. I didn't expect him to make such an action, but Zhang Wei didn't seem to hear it.
Holding a flashlight, the wind blew under my feet and I walked forward.
Even if I felt something was wrong at this time, I still had to catch up. He was the spirit who accompanied me, and he entered Fengyang Mountain at night just to help me.
If something really happened, I would be condemned by my conscience for the rest of my life.
"Zhang Wei, wait for me, slow down!"
I put the flashlight under my arm, a wooden pole in one hand and a shovel in the other, and chased after him in embarrassment.
I really couldn't see the road clearly, the lights were too bright, and I had no time to pay attention to whether I had avoided those old tombs with irregular displays.
Zhang Wei's flashlight halo could no longer be seen in front of me. I felt even more anxious and my feet sped up a bit.
It was not a long road, but as soon as I walked on it, I quickly left the boundary of Fengyang Mountain and walked onto a dirt road that had been stepped on by humans.
A few hundred meters ahead, after crossing the small bridge, we arrived near the big willow tree at the entrance of our village, which was also within the scope of the village.
Not far from the bridge in front, Zhang Wei stood impressively.
The light of the flashlight was still there, and since there were no dense branches above the head, there was still a faint light shining on the ground on this starless and moonless night.
You can see the general situation a little bit.
Zhang Weizheng stood in front of a dilapidated wooden frame truck with a look of salivation on his face. There were several large wooden basins on the truck, with something piled inside.
Behind the cart was a short figure with a hunched waist. He was slowly holding an empty bowl in his hands and filling it with the contents of the basin.
I let go and quickly came closer, and stabbed Zhang Wei with the wooden stick in my hand. The blow was not gentle, but he didn't feel any pain at all and didn't even look at me.
His eyes were fixed on the bowl in the hand of the person opposite him, and a bowl of fragrant meat was stretched out.
"Aphrodisiac cooking meat, do you... want...?"
The voice across from me sounded like that of an old woman, maybe seventy-nine or not eighty.
Her voice was old and hoarse, her speech was very slow, and her speech had no ups and downs in her intonation, which was so plain that it made people feel cold.
The meat had smelled very fragrant before, but when I stood close and sniffed, I felt an overwhelming sense of nausea.
I finally opened my mouth and spit out my gastric juices into those wooden basins.
Zhang Wei had already taken the bowl, without even using chopsticks. He stretched out his hands to grab the meat and stuffed it into his mouth like a starving man.
I saw at a glance that the front end of the piece of meat in Zhang Wei's hand was connected to a section of a child's arm!
The wooden pole was gone, and the shovel was thrown away. The moment he raised his head in horror, he saw the pale and wrinkled face of the old woman across from him, and the meat in the basin had turned into pieces of corpses that exuded a disgusting smell.
From a visual inspection, almost all of them are children in their mid-teens.
This is an illusion, it must be an illusion!
I want to wake myself up, but fear has taken over my body.
He didn't even bother with the flashlight, he just used both hands to knock over all the meat and the meat bowl in Zhang Wei's hand.
Before he could say anything, he dragged Zhang Wei desperately towards the small bridge not far away.
At this moment, Zhang Wei couldn't bear to think that his 150-60 kilogram lump was struggling for his life under the pressure of me, who weighed about 100 kilograms.
He shouted, "Meat... tell me to eat meat!"
If I don't know what we're encountering by now, I'm really out of my mind.
Zhang Wei inexplicably became like this. A ghostly old woman appeared in the wilderness pushing a cart covered with thick oil stains, blocking our way home and selling strange meat.
The scene after scene frightened me to the extreme, and 80% of the time I would feel a shadow in my heart when I saw the flesh!
"Zhang Wei, you bastard, please wake up..."
I tried my best to suck the milk, using my hands and feet. When I was anxious, I would punch Zhang Weilai a few times, just to tell him not to rush to death.
The old woman did not push the wooden cart to chase us, but still parked there quietly, as if waiting for us to go back.
Her stooped waist straightened a little, as if she was raising her head and looking in our direction.
When I was arguing with Zhang Wei accidentally, I looked back and saw a pair of cloudy eyes. She was staring at me with a sinister smile on her face.
Zhang Wei almost fell to the ground, using his hands and feet to crawl back.
I also changed from grabbing his upper body to finally dragging his ankles, like dragging a dead dog, dragging the person backward slowly.
Now I have no doubt that if the old butcher woman wanted to chase her, she would definitely be in front of us by now.
I was huffing and puffing as if I had run five kilometers. No matter how hard I panted, I felt like I didn’t have enough oxygen.
The heart has already sent a warning due to excessive physical output.
The small bridge that usually can be crossed in a dozen steps, we just reached the middle of the bridge, Zhang Wei's strength became unprecedentedly strong, and I almost let go of him several times.
I was so angry that I grabbed one of his legs with both hands, raised my foot and kicked him a few times on the thick part of his buttocks.
At any rate, we took a few more steps towards the village.
As soon as the strength in my hand was loosened and my foot stumbled, I fell straight onto my back and fell on the edge of the bridge with one of Zhang Wei's smelly shoes in my hand.
I thought to myself, it’s over! Zhang Wei is definitely running for the meat truck like a wild dog, and I can’t hold him back anymore!
But the strange thing is that Zhang Wei actually spoke.
"Sanman, why are you snatching my shoes? They smell so good?"
I sat up all of a sudden and saw Zhang Wei, who was covered in dirt and mud, sitting opposite me with an innocent face and looking at me like a fool.
When he saw me getting up, he bared his teeth at me, looking as ugly as a ghost.
The word "ghost" seemed to irritate me. When I saw the person, I woke up and jumped up from the ground. Without saying anything, I dragged Zhang Weisaya who was only wearing one shoe and headed towards the village, in the direction of my home.
run.
Strangely enough, Lengzi could always hear dogs barking in the middle of the night, but now there was no sound.
The branches and leaves of the big willow tree were not swayed by the wind, the village was strangely quiet, and the world was almost suspended except for the two of us.
"Shoes, give me my shoes...Sanman, hey, hey, hey..." After Zhang Wei came to his senses, he never closed his mouth. He was howling and screaming as he was dragged away by me.
In addition to Zhang Wei's shouting, I also heard a lot of chatter in low voices, but I couldn't hear what was being said clearly, and I didn't want to hear it clearly.
I ran straight into my yard in one breath and rushed to the bright door of the main room.
Cai Song dared to open his hands and lay directly on the ground, desperately opening his mouth to breathe.
My lungs felt like they were about to explode. This was even more uncomfortable than doing three laps of 5,000 meters in one breath during the high school entrance exam.
Zhang Wei was also panting heavily. He held the door and asked me, "Sanman, why are you so crazy and running so fast!"
I threw the shoe in my hand at his face, and I no longer had the energy to curse.
After this idiot wanted meat, it was as if he suddenly lost his memory, but I looked back after being tortured and ran away in panic.
The old butcher and the wooden cart before my eyes dispersed like water ripples and disappeared without a trace.
Could it be that the miasma in the mountains inhaled too much and caused hallucinations?