National Rare Monster Illustrated Book

In the early morning, a little black snake slowly emerged from the jade box and turned into a young man.

Just as Shen Qing put away the jade box, the door was knocked open by several people.

Village head Li led a few villagers in fiercely, and was taken aback when he saw Shen Qing in the house.

He obviously didn't expect that Shen Qing was still in the room, the fierce look on his face hadn't disappeared, and the astonishment had already surfaced.

The villagers behind him shouted:

"Why is he here?"

"Didn't he kill Wang Li?"

Shen Qing raised her eyebrows when she heard the words: "Who is Wang Li?"

Village Chief Li: "..."

Without saying a word, he dialed the other villagers out, then slammed the door of Shen Qing's house and locked it outside.

After the door was locked, the sound of chaotic footsteps slowly faded away.Shen Qing waited leisurely for a while, and sure enough there were soft footsteps outside again.

The door of his room was opened again, Xiaoling walked in with her head down, and put a bowl of clear soup and plain noodles on the low table.

"thanks,"

Shen Qing stopped her, "May I ask what happened outside?"

Xiao Ling paused, pointed to her throat, and said nothing.

Shen Qing: "Sorry."

Xiaoling left without saying a word.

Shen Qing finished eating plain noodles in the room, looked around for a while, and finally turned out of the window without making a sound.

The people in the village were rushing to one place, Shen Qing disappeared and followed them, and all the people who came out were men, and the young women who occasionally saw in the tile-walled courtyard also looked lifeless. Being called around at will.

The villagers quickly gathered at the old tree at the entrance of the village. From their discussions, Shen Qing learned that the villager Wang Li died in an abandoned empty house half a village away from his home. The brand new banknotes were exactly the money that Shen Qing gave to the village chief during the day.

He stole the village chief's money and died there somehow.The villagers were furious, and agreed that it was Shen Qing, an outsider, who killed Wang Li, and they couldn't wait to pick up the guy and rush over to smash him to death in the next second.

Shen Qing: "..."

There were two tables set up under the old tree. Village head Li climbed onto the table and shouted loudly to the crowd, probably meaning to lock up the outsiders first, and deal with Wang Li after he was buried.

He often scratched his neck when he was talking, probably because it was itchy.Shen Qing looked up and saw a pair of blood-stained feet dangling under the old tree, sweeping past the village head's neck from time to time.

The words of the village chief calmed the emotions of the others, and the villagers slowly dispersed.Shen Qing looked away, turned and went back to the house.

When passing by a field, he saw the crazy woman he saw yesterday squatting by the field. The woman grabbed the weeds by the field and muttered some nonsense words repeatedly.

"Hanged, hanged, dead, dead..."

She clapped her hands with a grin, jumped up, spun around, and ran to the other side.

-

Wang Li's death caused quite a commotion in the village, but no one was sad.Shen Qing was locked in the house for a day, and heard that Village Chief Li and several people were discussing to pack up Wang Yi's coffin and take him to the mountain for burial at night—it is the custom in their village to bury people that night after death.

At night, Village Chief Li and several middle-aged men left in a hurry in the dark.They came to Wang Li's house, packed up the things he had used during his lifetime, and put them into a thin coffin with Wang Li.

Several people headed up the mountain with the coffin on their shoulders, and Village Chief Li held a flashlight in front to show them the way.

The night was cool, and the cotton clothes on several people rustled when it blew.Liu Zhu, who was carrying the coffin at the front, stopped shouting suddenly, turned his head and said, "You guys... did you hear any noise?"

"Where is the sound coming from, nonsense!"

Village Chief Li said, "Hurry up, we have to go back before nine o'clock!"

"..."

Liu Zhu remained silent, and continued to move forward with his head down.But I don't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that there was some small sound behind him... like the sound of nails scratching in a coffin.

He was startled by his own thoughts, his steps froze, the others couldn't stop, and almost fell over with the coffin.

"Liu Zhu, you fucking!"

Zhao Fu, who was carrying the coffin behind, knocked on the coffin and cursed angrily, "What happened to you today, kid?!"

"No, no."

Liu Zhu said, "I'm not in the front, I'm going to the back!"

"Hawking Wai Wai so many things! When I—"

"What's the noise!"

Village Chief Li said, "Change, quickly change. Don't delay!"

"..."

Zhao Fu changed positions with Liu Zhu indignantly, and several of them rushed up the mountain again.After that, nothing went wrong, they buried Wang Li smoothly, and hurried down the mountain before nine o'clock.

The moon slowly climbed to the middle of the sky, and the new graves among the hills were quiet, only the humming of the wind could be heard.

A figure quietly sneaked up the hill, and brought a cloth bag and a shovel to the slope where Wang Li had just been buried. He spat in the palm of his hand, and plunged the shovel into the soil.

That person was Zhao Fu, and he quickly shoveled away the loose new soil, revealing the thin coffin under the ground.

Zhao Fu pried open the lid of the coffin, took a quick glance at Wang Li at the bottom of the coffin, jumped down and began to pick up the things he liked, and stuffed them into the cloth bag wholeheartedly.

The moonlight shone into the bottom of the coffin, and Zhao Fu pushed Wang Li's stiff hands away. For some reason, he felt that Wang Li's nails seemed to have grown a lot, and his fingers were sharp and livid.

"What the hell."

He muttered something, pulled away all the things that could be pulled away, and tied the mouth of the cloth bag.

Dark clouds covered the moonlight, and it was dark all around.Inexplicably, Zhao Fu felt the hair on his back. He bent down and picked up the shovel on the ground, ready to climb out of the pit.

Snapped.

At this moment, a cold and ashen hand with sharp nails stretched out from the bottom of the coffin and grabbed his wrist.

"..."

Zhao Fu raised his head in astonishment—and saw a pair of bloodshot eyes that were wide open.

-

Someone outside the window in the middle of the night seemed to yell, too far away and confused.More than ten minutes later, Xiao Ling fell out of a room with no lights on, leaned on the wall and staggered into the yard.

She squatted in the dark courtyard, covering her face and weeping silently.

squeak-

The unlocked courtyard door seemed to be slowly opened by the wind. Behind the courtyard door was the dark night, like a cold black curtain.

Xiaoling wiped her tears with her sleeve, and walked over to try to close the courtyard door, but no matter how she pushed, the courtyard door was firmly stuck there, unable to move a bit.

She looked out of the courtyard with a dazed look in her eyes.After a moment, he turned his head and limped back into the house.

A light in the house was turned on, then turned off again after a few minutes.The whole yard fell into a dead silence.

Karma——

The half-closed courtyard door was pushed open by something, and a stiff black figure jumped into the courtyard, facing straight in one direction.

——The next day, people in the village discovered that another person had died.

Zhao Fu, the village chief and his son were all left. As for the foreigner who lived in their house... disappeared.