"You must be dazzled!" Lao Xu ignored him and continued to add dirt to the pit.
Wang Er scratched his head, stared at the pale hand inside the straw mat, and murmured to himself: "Could it be that I'm really dazzled?"
Old Xu, who was peeing with dirt, glanced at Butler Song who was peeing next to him, came over and muttered: "You kid is definitely dazzled! I usually tell you to read less "The Heart Sutra for Controlling Women", but you just don't listen! I've heard about it a long time ago
Watching too much of that stuff hurts your nerves and hurts your eyes. You must be a demon now!"
Wang Er's face suddenly turned as red as a monkey's butt, and he scratched his head and ears in embarrassment, "But, maybe it is!"
He just touched the little hand like a lotus root with a shovel, but there was no reaction at all.
Apparently, he was indeed dazzled.
"Don't be dazed. Let's finish this and leave early." Lao Xu reminded him. As he spoke, he glanced around with a pair of sinister eyes and whispered mysteriously: "I tell you, this place is haunted!"
Wang Er was immediately frightened by these words, shook his shoulders, and trembled at the corners of his mouth.
He looked around, and under the pitch-black night sky, several clusters of green light flashed past, and just in time a gust of cold wind blew by, and he was suddenly awakened by a fright.
"Okay, you two brats took advantage of me to pee, and you're actually lazing around here?" Butler Song, who came back from the convenience store, saw the two servants lazing around. He was so angry that he bent down to pick up the shovel on the ground, and said fiercely
He hit Wang Er hard on the back.
Wang Er lost his balance and fell into the grass next to him.
Seeing this situation, Lao Xu still dared to hesitate, picked up the shovel and started adding soil to the pit...
At this moment, the broken mat in the pit suddenly moved.
Old Xu was stunned and thought he had made a mistake, so he continued to fill the pit with soil.
It wasn't until the straw mat was still moving that he realized that he had seen it right. He was so frightened that he quickly stepped back, his eyes filled with fear. He raised his finger and pointed tremblingly in the direction of the pit: "Yes... there is...
…”
He was so frightened that he couldn't hold his tongue straight and couldn't express what he wanted to say.
Hearing his scream, Butler Song, who came after hearing the news, ran over with a lantern and looked into the pit.
It's okay not to look at it, but when I looked at it, I was so shocked by the scene in the pit that I forgot my movements.
The soil on the half-covered mat moved, and all the thick soil on it was shaken away, and the little hands dripping with blood popped out from the mat.
My fingers spread wide, trying to grab something in mid-air...
Immediately afterwards, another small hand came out, holding the soil tightly with two small hands, crawling out bit by bit...
"Ghost...ghost..." Butler Song, who was trying to wake up from the shock, shouted, turned around, and was about to run away.
Little did he know that at the moment he turned around, he fell to the ground with a stroke of his feet, and his legs happened to be resting on the edge of the pit.
And those two little hands took the opportunity to grab his ankles with a strong force, like big pliers being bound.
Butler Song was frightened, his face turned blue, and the corners of his mouth turned purple. He struggled to climb the one-foot-high weeds with both hands, and begged for mercy: "Miss Cousin, I don't care about this old slave. If you have any grievances, just go to the madam to report it!"
Don’t look for me!”
Unfortunately, no matter how much Butler Song begged for mercy, the little hands on his ankles had no intention of letting him go.
His body was falling into the pit little by little, and the feeling was that life was worse than death, like the fear of being trapped on the edge of a cliff, trying hard to survive, but kept falling.