The No. 1 mixed score king in the whole server [StarCraft]

Huang Mao's surname is Huang and his given name is Mao. After knowing this, Lin Jing never wanted to change his address.

The village head held a candle in front to guide them. There were no street lights in the village, and it was completely dark by moonlight.

He bypassed several families who were gathered together, and led them to a very remote corner.

"Here we are," said the village chief.

This is an old wooden house with a damp and decayed door. It has two floors.

Lin Jing turned his head and looked around. In front of the wooden house was a small yard with a not-so-high wall, and next to it was a cowshed. Before entering, there was a stench. In addition, the toilet was also next to it. The smell added up really bad. It's hard to say.In the yard there are some firewood, a few bundles of straw, and some washed red cloths that are drying.

After entering the door, the village chief turned on the light in the room, a small light bulb, and the light was extremely dim.

He turned his head to face a group of people and said, "For foreigners like you, I will keep you for seven days at most. After seven days, you will get out of here, you know."

Everyone didn't speak.

The village head said again: "But for the seven days, I didn't keep you here for nothing, you have to pay the rent."

Brother Sunglasses was taken aback when he heard that, and he frowned: "Rent? We don't have any money with us."

The village head tilted his head. His eyelids were deeply wrinkled and his eyes were cloudy. He said in a strange tone, "If you don't have money, don't you want to earn it?"

Seeing what the man in the sunglasses wanted to say, the village chief waved his hands and said with a bad attitude: "Go to bed after this time, and you are not allowed to go up to the second floor. You can arrange the four rooms on the first floor by yourself. It's nothing, don't bother me!" "

The old man dragged his legs upstairs, and the remaining seven people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Lin Jing was just discharged from the hospital. After entering the game, he was easily exhausted. Now he was a little sleepy. He patted Huang Mao on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's share a room."

Huang Mao couldn't ask for more, in this weird mountain village, he dared not sleep alone.It's just that he didn't take two steps after following Lin Jing, when suddenly his back felt cold, and Huang Mao looked back, but there was nothing.

"Why are you walking so slowly?" Lin Jing urged.

"Here we come." Huang Mao quickly followed.

Lin Jing and Huang Mao chose the one on the right.The room is very simple, just a bed, a table, and the lamp is also that old.

Lin Jing looked around, but couldn't find anything weird, and he was really sleepy, so he fell asleep and said, "I'll go to bed first, good night."

Huang Mao still wanted to chat with Lin Jing for a while, so he opened his mouth wide in an instant: "Are you going to sleep now? Hey!"

Why is this person so big-hearted!

Lin Jing covered the quilt and closed his eyes, vaguely: "Otherwise, I'm exhausted from climbing the mountain today."

Huangmao: "..."

The countryside is very quiet at night, and this Qinghe village is especially quiet, there is no sound of bugs.

As soon as Huang Mao closed his eyes, he was the bloody old man he saw during the day. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and goose bumps crawled up his arms.When people are extremely frightened, they tend to associate horrible things with everything they see.Looking at the hoe and mop in the corner from the corner of the eye, they all looked like a slender woman standing upside down with her hair hanging down.

Huang Mao shook his head, and quietly touched Lin Jing.

Lin Jing slept soundly, breathing calmly.

There was a person next to him who gave him some comfort, Huang Mao breathed a sigh of relief, and fell asleep grabbing the quilt.

But in the middle of the night, Huang Mao woke up.

He heard some strange sounds, creaking, creaking, like someone scratching the wood with their fingernails, weak and intermittent, the sound was very small but very sharp, coming from the second floor.Huang Mao was not sober at first, but the scratching sound became faster and faster, trying to scratch something.After a pause, there was a sudden knocking sound.

He woke up completely with fright, and desperately pushed Lin Jing's shoulder, his voice trembling in the darkness: "Lin Jing, Lin Jing, get up, get up."

Lin Jing didn't get up in a hurry, stretched out his fingers and rubbed his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Huang Mao was so afraid that his hands were shaking: "Did you hear something?"

Lin Jing rubbed his hair, yawned, glanced up, and then rolled up the quilt to cover himself indifferently: "I heard that, don't worry, I won't die."

The yellow-haired man was stiff: "Don't worry?!"

Lin Jing comforted his little friend sleepily: "It's a supernatural background, and it's normal to have ghosts. It's only the first day, and we honestly didn't do anything, so how could we possibly die?"

Huangmao: "..."

Huang Mao shed tears of regret late at night. He regretted it. Although the partner he chose was approachable, he was not reliable at all. He might as well lick his face and go to Brother Xu.

The whole house is made of wood, thump, thud, the sound gradually weakened, and finally disappeared.

Huangmao tossed and turned, unable to sleep, for fear that a hand or head would stick out from above.

Lin Jing's headache was caused by his moving around: "How about you go up and challenge it?"

Huangmao: "..."

Huangmao was finally quiet for a while.

Lin Jing put his arms across his eyes, he was very exhausted, and when he closed his eyes, he felt drowsy and sleepy again.

It's just that Huangmao suddenly went crazy, sat up straight, and poked him tentatively with his fingers.

"Big brother, big brother."

Lin Jing took a deep breath, took away the arm that blocked his eyes, sat up, and looked at him with dark brown eyes: "What are you doing?"

Huang Mao's voice was aggrieved, and it sounded like he was about to cry: "Brother, I want to go to the bathroom, and I really can't hold it back for a long time. I dare not go alone, so you go with me."

Lin Jing: "..."

What crime did he do to meet such an ally.

Lin Jing endured the drowsiness and grabbed Huang Mao from the bed.

After leaving their room is the ancestral hall. It was pitch dark at night, and it took a long time to find the light.

The lamp in the village head's house has been in disrepair for a long time, and it flickered dimly when it was first turned on.

Next to the visiting tablet of the ancestral hall is the staircase.

Huang Mao was extremely frightened, always felt something was staring at him, looked left and right, glanced at the stairs, his feet went limp for a moment.

He saw a figure standing in the shadow of the landing.

He couldn't see what he looked like, but he was tall and thin, and he was wearing loose-fitting clothes, standing there motionless and stiff.

Huang Mao tightly grabbed Lin Jing's hand, leaning against Lin Jing's ear and trembling: "Brother Lin, there are people at the stairs, the stairs."

Lin Jing followed Huang Mao's words and looked over there.

The decayed wooden stairs were empty, only some messy timbers were placed.

"There's no one there." Lin Jing turned around and said, "You're afraid of being stupid." Huang Mao was not comforted, but felt a chill spreading from his feet to his head, and the rancid and suffocating smell made it difficult for him to breathe.

After flickering for a long time, the bulb finally lit up.

Lin Jing rubbed his eyes, and began to open the door. The gate of the ancestral hall was the old wooden peg type, but when he walked to the door, he found that the peg had been taken away, and the gate had been pushed open once, revealing a crack.

Someone went out before them?

Lin Jing whistled and comforted Huang Mao: "It seems that you are not alone in the toilet. There is someone in the toilet with you, so I'll go back to sleep first." After speaking, he was about to walk into the room.

Huang Mao hugged his arm all of a sudden, crying bitterly: "Don't, big brother! Don't! I can't live without you!"

Lin Jing: "All right."

The latrines in the countryside are built next to the house, and the cowshed is next to it.

The smells of the two were mixed together, and as soon as Lin Jing went out, he was completely awake after blowing the cold wind.

"I'll wait for you outside, you go in quickly."

The yellow hair couldn't hold it anymore, and the excrement and urine were irritating, so he rushed in while covering his stomach and enduring the stench.

There are two pits in the latrine, which are blocked by two pieces of red cloth as curtains.Huang Mao was in a hurry, and went into a room near the outside.

The design of the whole latrine was very simple, and two long wooden blocks were laid on top of the septic tank as a place to stand.After Huang Mao took off his pants and squatted down, he held the paper and looked around in a panic.

The wall of the toilet is made of turning heads, and he and the neighbor are only separated by a wooden board embedded in the wall.The lower end of the plank is not bottomed out, and there is a little gap, and the feet of the person next door can be seen.

Someone really came to the bathroom in the middle of the night?

Huang Mao swallowed his saliva: "Brother, you also have diarrhea in the middle of the night?"

It's just that no one answered him.

Huang Mao stared at the feet in the seam.

The moonlight shone down from above and shifted slowly. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong. It should not be the feet of their group, but a pair of old people's feet. They were brown and wrinkled, and there were obvious deep holes on the ankles. Colored strangle marks.

"Village head?" Huang Mao was already a little scared, so he called again.

But still no one answered him.

When he looked carefully, his face turned pale instantly and his breathing stopped.

Not one foot, but two, standing side by side, facing him.

The paper in Huang Mao's hand fell off.His blood was cold, his scalp was numb, and he raised his head stiffly.

The board was not very high, and he looked up and saw an old man's face on the partition.The moonlight was blue and white, his expression was numb, and his eyes were fixed on him.The old man was wearing a tall hat and a large shroud, which was the dress of the dead when they entered the coffin.After meeting Huang Mao's eyes, the old man's eyeballs slowly rolled, his facial features twisted, revealing deep hatred.

Huangmao: "..."

Huangmao: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Lin Jing was watching the big black cow in front of the bullpen outside.The big black bull had already fallen asleep. It was extremely huge, with sharp and hard horns, and its tail was flapping to repel mosquitoes.

Just as Lin Jing wanted to reach out to touch the cow's horns, he withdrew his hand after being frightened by Huangmao's miserable cry that was about to shatter the tiles.

Lin Jing turned his head, and saw Huang Mao running out with his pants up.Tears and snot flew together on his face, looking like he was out of his wits.

"Brother, there are ghosts and ghosts!" Huang Mao was so frightened that his hands were shaking: "There are ghosts in the toilet!"

Lin Jing cleverly avoided his tugging, thought for a while, and asked doubtfully, "You came out without wiping your butt?"

Huang Mao choked, but the old man in the shroud and tall hat stimulated him too much, and he broke down and cried again: "No! That's not the point! There is a ghost in the toilet! It scared me to death!"

Lin Jing patted Huang Mao's shoulder as a sign of comfort: "I'll go and have a look."

But before he took two steps, the village chief's angry voice sounded from behind: "What are you looking at? Ghost roaring in the middle of the night, what are you doing! If you don't want to stop, get out!"

Huangmao's cry just now was really terrifying, and it woke everyone up from their dreams at once.

The lights in the rooms on the first floor were basically all on, but no one came out.

Holding a candle in his hand, the village head was so angry that he didn't wear any shoes. He came out barefoot and shouted, "Who called?"

Huang Mao went through the scene just now, and now seeing the village chief's sinister face, he felt that his features were beautiful, and he trembled: "Village chief, there are dirty things in the toilet."

The village head was very impatient and looked at him as mentally retarded: "Is the toilet called a toilet if there is no dirt in it?! Is your shit clean?"

Huang Mao wants to cry but has no tears: "It's not that dirty thing."

Lin Jing smiled: "The village chief don't pay attention to him, he just has convulsions, we come out to go to the toilet, we go back immediately after using the toilet."

The village chief looked really mad, and shouted, "Fuck you! Get the hell out of here, and you won't be allowed to come out at night!"

The village head is as thin and shriveled as firewood, but he looks like an old madman.

Huang Mao continued to babble, Lin Jing covered his mouth all of a sudden, pulled him back a few steps, and smiled flatteringly: "Okay, thank you, village chief, good night, village chief."

The village chief gave him a cold look, then held up the lamp and went into the toilet by himself.

Lin Jing pulled Huangmao back while looking at the things in the village chief's hand.

The village chief held a lamp in his left hand, but a ball of red cloth in his right hand.

On the way back being pulled back by him, the yellow-haired man was still cold and incoherent: "There is really a ghost in that toilet. It's an old man wearing a shroud and a tall hat. When he saw me, he rolled his eyes. Ahhh, there is really a ghost."

Lin Jing licked his lower lip, feeling the need to remind him: "Brother, haven't you discovered that we are a village supernatural copy?"

Huang Mao froze in place for a moment, then broke down emotionally, burst into tears and hugged Lin Jing's arm: "Brother Lin, I can't live without you!"

"Oh, it's late."

Brother Lin has decided to abandon him now.

I used to be bluffing and disturbing people's dreams, but now I don't care if I don't wash my hands after going to the toilet, and I don't wipe my butt, can I bear it?

When Lin Jing went back with Huang Mao, he saw Xu Wanzhi at the door, and was slightly taken aback.

The big guy was probably woken up too, standing expressionless under the moonlight.Black shirt and trousers, tall and long-legged, imposing.At first glance, the prayer beads on the wrist look dark red.Leaning against the rotten wooden door, Xu Wanzhi only glanced at them quickly, and then looked behind them again.

Lin Jing was always curious about him, always thinking that they might have known each other before.

Now he was in a hurry to ask a stinky yellow-haired man again, when he crossed the threshold, Wei Dun had an idea.

Tilting his head, his slender fingers touched Xu Wanzhi's shoulders like this, his eyes were bent like a breeze and bright moon: "Brother, can I borrow your room to make a floor?"

Huangmao: "?!"