matchmaking

The cold moonlight coated the surrounding things with a layer of frost, and the stone color of the towering village was cold, like a spirit streamer connected on both sides.

This was the first time Qiao Jing saw the little girl.

At this moment, she is standing at the junction of the banyan tree and the village archway.

She looks similar to what Luo Youning described, wearing a pink princess dress and bright red leather shoes. The shadow of the overturned old banyan tree covered the dirt on her body and the paleness of her face, making her look like a flower. Quietly blooming the delicate little roses in the dark night.

The little girl pointed in the direction of her father and shook her head, then pointed to the root of the banyan tree.

"It's impossible for me to remember wrongly! How could I remember wrongly? I buried the bones with my own hands!" The man argued, with an angry face on his face, and he continued to stalk his neck: "I buried that damned beast with my own hands!" of!"

Qiao Jing didn't argue with him either, and just asked him: "Since you can remember so clearly, you should also remember which village, which household, and the name of the person who asked you to bury his body at the entrance of the village." what name?"

The man was dazed for a moment, his eyes dodged inexplicably, he seemed to be thinking hard, and he seemed to be trying to hide: "I... I don't really remember."

"Then you haven't thought about it," Qiao Jing looked at him and said indifferently, "The one who asked you to dig out the bones and bury them at the entrance of the village is that person."

"Impossible," the man was still arguing vigorously, his expression was inexplicably dazed, and he said in a daze, "Impossible. I don't know who he is, but I remember him," the man suddenly became excited Loudly, "I remember his appearance!"

Qiao Jing asked him, "What does he look like?"

"He was wearing a black suit," the man tried to recall, "and he was holding a black umbrella in the sun. I walked past him on a scooter, and he suddenly stopped me...he said how we bury the bones No, if this continues, that person will come out to do evil again."

The man clearly remembered that scene——

The black umbrella blocked all the sunlight, and the temperature under the umbrella was cold, and just getting close to him felt goose bumps all over his body.

The man in the black suit leaned towards him, his face was as cold as a layer of white ash, and his face was terribly cold. There was a strange arc on the corner of his mouth, but his voice was as moving as a lullaby. He said: " You have to bury that corpse at the entrance of the village, and if thousands of people trample it, he will be filled with resentment and will never be reborn."

Qiao Jing glanced at him: "Have you never seen him?"

"I've never seen it before," the man hesitated. "If it's really that person... He has been in the village for so many years, and he almost never leaves his house. Only the children in the village are familiar with him, but..." He gritted his teeth and didn't say any more, just Still not quite convinced, he questioned: "But why did he have to bury his own bones at the entrance of the village?"

"Because he thought he could go further and avenge his death."

Qiao Jing said more impatiently, he reached out and snatched the shovel from the man, walked a few steps to where the little girl was standing, and stabbed down with the shovel to dig the soil to the root of the banyan tree.

The man stood aside and looked at him at a loss, and said, "I really buried the bones in the middle of the road."

Qiao Jing didn't respond to him, and just buried her head in digging the soil layer. He didn't dig a few times, but blood overflowed from the soil, and the black blood flowed out along the gap dug by the shovel, and it was at his feet in a moment. The muddy ground merged into a small bloody puddle.

Qiao Jing's face was cold and serious, she didn't realize it, and just continued to dig deep.

But the man on the side suddenly pulled his hair and shouted like crazy: "Don't dig! Don't dig! My daughter is crying, she's crying for pain, she's bleeding all the time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards Qiao Jing, raising his arm to grab the shovel in his hand.

Qiao Jing moved swiftly, and turned around to avoid it.

The man jumped at nothing, raised his eyes and stared at Qiao Jing fiercely: "I know, I know! It's you! It's you who killed my daughter!" The moonlight reflected in his eyes, and at some point a layer of crimson appeared in his eyes. Bloody, like a ghost, wanted to snatch the shovel away.

Qiao Jing frowned slightly, and just when he thought he had to knock the man unconscious before he could rest, the man suddenly stopped his momentum and stood motionless on the spot.

Qiao Jing raised his head, and he saw the little girl.

The little girl in the pink princess dress fell back on her father's back at some point, covering her father's eyes with her soft little hands, and shook her head at him.

The man lost his target in an instant, staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground, the blood in his eyes was gradually fading, and the remaining thin bloodshot still showed that he had just lost control: "What's going on? I seem to have seen it just now. My daughter..." There were tears, more and more tears rolled down from his eyes, and fell heavily on the ground, he murmured: "I saw my daughter?"

He raised his hand and slowly covered his eyes.

He didn't know that his hand happened to be on the immature hand of his youngest daughter.

He couldn't see that the little girl in his family was constantly wiping his hot tears.

The cold Qiyue seemed to soften his eyes at this moment, only looking at the man sitting on the ground crying like a child.

The one crying with him on his back is his most precious little girl.

Luo Youning curled up among a bush to avoid temporarily.

The moonlight can't reach this bush, only the rustling of insects, they come in a hurry and leave in panic, their densely packed steps rubbing against the exposed skin, leaving waves of itchy stings.

He couldn't help scratching his arm, the movement was as slight as possible.

He ran away for a long time but couldn't escape from the forest. Seeing that the man was about to chase after him, a chubby little boy suddenly emerged from the side and dragged him into the bushes.

He couldn't see the little boy's appearance clearly, but he felt familiar, the familiarity engraved in his bones.

It's a pity that it's obviously not a good time to reminisce about the past, he can only follow the little boy and hide for the time being.

Tall trees stand tall and intertwined with leaves. The gloom during the day becomes a good helper for evil spirits at night. They intertwine to create a maze with no exit, trapping all strayed creatures.

The sound of the ax slicing across the ground was getting closer, and he could almost see the blood stains on the ax blade.

His scalp was numb due to the chill, and he dared not move. Holding his breath, he watched the ax dragged past him.

Just when he thought the man was going to walk over like this, the man stopped suddenly.

He seemed to sense something hidden in the bushes, so he raised his ax and slashed towards the bushes.

Luo Youning choked for breath, and subconsciously wanted to crawl out, but faster than him was the little chubby who jumped out from the side.

The undergrowth rustled and parted a gap, and it almost charged at the axe.

Luo Youning felt his face wet, and watched the ax go round and chop the chubby mound in half, and the blood splashed wantonly and wet the woodland.

"—Tick tock, tick tock."

Little Fatty's body lay on the ground, and was kicked to the side by the man.

It searched forward again.

Luo Youning waited until the sound of the ax completely disappeared before he dared to crawl out of the bushes.

He wiped the wetness from his face, struggling to see the little chubby body.

However, the ground in front of him was empty, as if everything was just an illusion.

Luo Youning stood blankly for a while, then he called softly, "Da Yu?"

Surrounded by dead silence, no response.

He staggered forward a few steps, and suddenly felt something rub against his forehead.

He raised his head, facing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

A dead man was hanging on the branch near Chi Chi. Its neck had been broken, its head slumped crookedly on its shoulders, its eyes were wide open, staring at the passers-by under its feet for a moment.

Luo Youning looked at it for a moment, shivered, and hurriedly walked in the opposite direction.

The hide-and-seek is still going on, he can only escape, he has no time to be afraid of wandering.