Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

Dark clouds covered the moon, and He Bao walked on the road, shaking his body to the music in the earphones.

The white-haired rabbit followed closely at his feet, avoiding his hoof from stepping on it from time to time.

"Can we...can we stop digging?"

He Bao said: "No, we have to confirm again, what if the person who died was not rot, what should the police do if they think we reported a false case?"

Zhao Junfeng gripped Tiechu's hand, his veins were exposed, and his whole body exuded a smell of rejection.

"But the last time we didn't already..."

"What if it happened by accident last time, it's fine, don't talk nonsense, if you don't go, then don't go, if you didn't entrust us to investigate this village, we wouldn't be trapped here."

Zhao Junfeng was a little confused, they had already dug up so many corpses in the woods, and the police were blocked outside and couldn't get in, weren't they?

He Bao put on his earphones and walked staggeringly. From time to time, he would say a piece of b-box, with a strong sense of rhythm, but in such a quiet and scary night, it didn't bring Zhao Junfeng any sense of security.

Another person died in the village today. This time, he saw it with his own eyes, so the village did not bury him secretly this time, but held a funeral in a big way.

The corpse was buried for three days, and it was buried at noon during the day.

The teenager who was with them seemed to have fallen into a trance somehow, and was guarded by the man who frightened him.

He Bao suggested to dig the grave at night, threatening that if he didn't go, they would ignore the matter.

"I said, hello, I'm asking you something."

"Ah?" Zhao Junfeng was afraid that a child would emerge from some dark corner, and stared at the dark place nervously. "What did you say?"

He Bao said: "What did you see that day and you were so frightened?"

On the day of the death, Zhao Junfeng witnessed the process of that person's death with his own eyes. If there were not too many people present at the scene that day, he would have fainted from fright.

Zhao Junfeng swallowed, "That day..."

That day he kept thinking about the corpses of those babies and children, and he couldn't sleep at night, so he rushed to the village chief's house early the next morning.

He wanted an explanation!

However, before he reached the village chief's house, he heard a noisy sound in the wall.

With an eye on his mind, he found two stones and bricks to put under his feet, leaning against the wall and looking inside.

"...I beg you... If you don't save me, I won't be able to live... Village Chief... Please help me..."

A thin man knelt on the ground, and the village head in front of him was sitting on a stone bench, holding a pipe in his hand, and was slowly filling it with tobacco.

"That person is still there, not recently."

"Village chief... Bald Wang, you saw it too. He died in his watermelon field. If I don't drink the medicine, I will die too. Look, my body is already cracked..."

As he said that he lifted the clothes on his abdomen, Zhao Junfeng's eyes were not bad, and he happened to see the cracks on the abdominal muscles, like the land cracked by the drought.

The village chief's face was gloomy, and he hit his hand with a cigarette bag, "Put it down!"

"Village chief... I can't take it anymore, do you smell the stench on my body? If I don't drink the medicine, I will have to accompany Baldy Wang!"

"Keep your voice down! I'm telling you, it's useless to beg me! If those people don't leave, the medicine won't work!"

"Village chief... I beg you, my son is dead, I can't die anymore..."

The village chief held the cigarette pouch in his mouth, took a puff, stuffed it in his mouth, and let out a breath of white air slowly.

"Are you threatening me? Hmph, please keep your voice down, why are you so refusing to listen to persuasion, this Zheng family village does not lack you."

Zhao Junfeng was thinking about the medicine, and when he raised his eyes again, he saw the man kneeling on the ground tearing his clothes and curling up on the ground, for about a few seconds, motionless, his bare skin rotted into a ball.

He didn't notice for a while that the rocks and bricks under his feet were unsteady and knocked to the ground, which aroused the village chief's attention.

If He Bao hadn't wandered there at that time, and he pretended to go there with He Bao, maybe he wouldn't be able to go back later.

"You mean this person was killed by the village chief?"

Zhao Junfeng said: "I'm just guessing, there is no real evidence."

He Bao rubbed his chin, "This is interesting. In just a short while, the village chief killed a villager without bloodshed. How did he do it? According to my observation, he is indeed human."

Zhao Junfeng was silent. He couldn't agree with this sentence. Ever since he came into contact with this group of people, he became more and more unsure whether the stones, flowers and plants on the roadside, poultry and pets would spit out their words in the next second.

"Since you said so, then we have to dig the grave to have a look, walk, don't dawdle."

A few figures in the dark swayed, and the next moment, the sound of messy footsteps sounded behind them. The two of them had no chance to turn around, and they were already lying on the ground.

The black figure picked up the two people on the ground and walked quickly into the darkness.

And at their feet, a little rabbit slid by the wall and followed them openly.

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Zhao Junfeng was kicked awake. After waking up, not only did his head hurt, but his butt also hurt.

"woke up?"

Zhao Junfeng opened his eyes and breathed in pain, his arms were trapped and he couldn't move, "What's going on!"

He Bao said beside him: "Your relatives may find out that we have dug the grave, no, please invite us over as guests."

It's just that the way of treating guests is a bit impolite, and it's bad reviews.

Zhao Junfeng looked over and over, the two of them had their arms tied to the pillars in the house, and the room was pitch black, "Where are they?"

He Bao was tied up, not in a hurry, and sat cross-legged on the ground, "Say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here."

The sound of chaotic footsteps was getting closer and closer. After the door opened, the light was turned on. The dim light was not too dazzling, but it clearly illuminated the people filing in through the door.

The village chief walked in with his hands behind his back, with a gloomy face, followed by several men, both young and old, each holding more or less utensils in their hands.

"Village chief! What do you mean by that!" Zhao Junfeng had a young temper, and he couldn't help shouting when he saw their posture, "Kidnapping is against the law!"

"In my territory, I am Fa." The village chief sat on the chair in the middle, and the cigarette pouch was placed on the table, making a light and crisp movement.

"Brother, bring the things here, Yang Zi, have you brought the knife?"

A pitch-black cauldron landed in front of the two of them, and when the lid was opened, a bloody smell mixed in the air.

Zhao Junfeng's body was tense, his heart was in his throat, his pupils constricted, "You killed those people outside the woods!"

The village chief took the yellow booklet handed over by others, looked at it from top to bottom under the light, and raised his head when he heard this, "What good is it for you to know so much, if it weren't for your uncontrollable curiosity, Not today.

Let me see, your mother... Your grandpa's... relationship is a bit far away, but... the third child, he belongs to your grandpa's generation. "

The man called the third child had two mustaches on his face, and a pair of small eyes stared at Zhao Junfeng, but he still had concerns in his heart, "Fourth Uncle, what if that person finds out?"

The village head's face darkened, "Throw the body into the woods in a while, and let them think they were killed by those things."

The honest-faced man named Yang Zi walked towards him with a butcher's knife in his hand, Zhao Junfeng trembled, "Aren't you very powerful, why don't you make a move?"

He Bao said innocently: "My hands are tied."

Seeing the man's knife getting closer and closer to him, he roughly grabbed his hand and put it in the cauldron.

The viscous liquid can be touched on the fingertips, and goosebumps are distributed on the skin, "Wait! Let me die, I want to know why! Why do you want to kill so many people!"

The village head filled the tobacco, and after filling it, lit it with a lighter, brought the cigarette holder to the corner of his mouth, took a puff, stood up and walked in front of him, leaned over to look at him, and sprayed a puff of white smoke at him.

Zhao Junfeng dodged subconsciously.

"Little brat, want to know?"

Zhao Junfeng said stiffly: "We are all relatives, why do we do this!"

Yang Zi's knife was already pressing on Zhao Junfeng's wrist, the knife was extremely sharp, with such a light movement, the blood overflowed along the knife and dripped into the cauldron.

The village head sneered, "If it wasn't for your relatives, you wouldn't be dead, third child, kill that one."

"Don't do that, he's already dead."

Accompanied by this unexpected sound, several people in the room watched in horror as the scalp on the top of the young man's head tied to the pillar split into two halves, and a hairy head wriggled inside. The next second, the man tied up with a rope Pi Ruan Tada collapsed on the ground,

He Bao moved his muscles and bones, and the blood on his chest was still bleeding downwards, and he got into the body of the person named "Old Three" like a shadow.

"Little Panda, you finally woke up, what dream did you have, and it took you so long to wake up?"

The voice from the mouth of the third child does not belong to him, even the sloppy standing posture...

"You are not the third child!"

He Bao said: "How fresh, does he have such a beautiful voice as mine?"

Zhao Junfeng was already dumbfounded, it was the knife on his wrist that was awakened by the pain because he was nervous and scared and pushed a little harder.

The next second, a rabbit was thrown in from the opened door, just in the face of the man holding the knife.

"Ah! What!"

The rabbit was thrown in the air, its body elongated, and its falling foot kicked the man's face, causing him to faint immediately.

Everyone in the room who was still awake was dumbfounded. They were possessed by ghosts, the rabbit turned into a human, and a few people from the village chief's side even knelt on the ground by themselves.

There were slight footsteps at the door, the village chief turned his head, and the white-haired boy was still in the motion of throwing something.

"It's right in the heart!" Zuo Yan compared "Yeah" to himself.

The village chief looked behind him, the tall figure gradually became clear from the darkness, the familiar foot appeared before his eyes again, and his hands trembled with uncontrollable fear.

Zuo Yan scanned the room, and his eyes fell on the village head.

"Zheng Huang."