Pig feet are not human series

He was so tight that he was basically not allowed to get out of bed. His mother also found that the amulet on his neck was missing, as well as the one in his coat pocket.

His mother begged for several, and gave him one when he came back for the first time, because he didn't care, and he didn't bother to bring it, so he just sewed it into his clothes, all of which were done secretly without telling him, because he was afraid that he would know Things in the village are scary.

Now when I was washing his clothes, I found that the amulets sewn into the clothes were gone, and now the one on the neck also disappeared.

"It must have been taken by that kid." After cursing for a long time, his mother didn't stay idle on her feet, so she quickly went to get two more, one was sewed into his coat pocket, and the other was found with a rope. He hangs around his neck.He kept muttering, "The more that kid cares about this talisman, the more it means it works. No, I'll ask for two more."

His mother always said that the wind is the rain, so she picked up the umbrella and went out without saying a word. The Fang Huan she went to also heard about it. It was the master in the next village, and she heard that it was very spiritual.

He has never seen anyone before, but he has only heard of many versions. It is said that it is Chang Ming's nemesis, Chang Ming's spell, and only he can break it, but the price is so high that ordinary people can't afford it.

As soon as his mother left, Fang Huan jumped up from the bed, put on his clothes and hurried out, and took some candles and a lighter before leaving.

It was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the worst time, but he wasn't afraid at all. There was one thing he had to figure out, why did Chang Ming kill him?

The weather was okay, but it was a bit dark. Fang Huan walked very hard. The light of the flashlight was too small to illuminate too far, which made his difficulty even more difficult.

Fortunately, the village is not big, and it takes only a few minutes to arrive. Changming's house is still the same, with no lights and no people, as if no one has ever lived there.

Fang Huan was a little hesitant before pushing the door open, but was quickly replaced by anger, he was so kind to Chang Ming, why would that kid want to hurt him?

Are people's hearts really that bad?

As usual, there are a lot of cats squatting in the courtyard. If it is not raining, they will find a place to lie down at random. If it is raining, they like to huddle together and keep each other warm.

Fang Huan's movement to open the door was too loud, all the cats raised their heads to look at him, their eyes were full of faint green, especially scary at night.

Fang Huan was not afraid, and continued to stride forward until he opened the door of the back room, and a strong smell of coffin paint came over his face. The room was very dark, and the flashlight could barely shine on a thin bump on the bed.

Drawing lessons from last time, this time he didn't go in immediately this time, but used a flashlight to see if there were any lights or lighting tools. Surprisingly, he found the light bulb, which used to be low in wattage and low in efficiency. The old light bulb that is also low, along the wiring of the old light bulb, and found the pull cord, just a little by the door, Fang Huan can reach it with his hand.

Helpless, the light seems to be broken, or the bill is in arrears, and they have not provided electricity. Thinking about it, Chang Ming is not a person who pays the electricity bill honestly every month.

He gave up the idea of ​​turning on the lights, and simply lit the few candles he brought, and placed them in the four corners to illuminate the whole room before turning off the flashlight.

The house was just as he had imagined, the furniture inside were all old things more than ten years ago, with a thick layer of dust attached to them, as if they hadn't lived in it for a long time.

He has seen that there is no cooking thing in the house. How did this guy survive until now?

The quilt was also greasy, thin and dirty, like a beggar wrapped around his body, the bump on the bed didn't move, and Fang Huan didn't take the initiative to call him.

Instead, he walked around the room. He opened the closet and broke a door. There was a musty smell inside. There were not many clothes, most of them were tattered. The one on Chang Ming was actually the best.

There was a teapot on the table, and when he touched it with his hand, his fingertips were black. It seemed that it hadn’t been touched for a long time. There was no traffic in the room, and there was no place for people to move around, as if no one had lived in it. All the same, it puzzled him.

It stands to reason that for a living person, at least lighting a fire for cooking is a must.

He remembered what Chang Ming said, "The coffin above belongs to grandpa, the left is father's, the right is mother's, and the middle is mine." '

The middle one is mine...

So Fang Huan was very puzzled, "Chang Ming, are you already dead?"

No one answered, and there was no sound on the bed, as if what was lying in it was not a person, but a dead thing.

Fang Huan walked over, his outstretched hands trembling a little, he was afraid that what he saw was not Chang Ming, but a pile of bones.

do not know why?Even though Chang Ming was persecuted like that, Fang Huan still didn't hate him, not forgiving him, but believing that he would not harm him.

Maybe it's because the person who has always held the same porcelain doll as before has not changed, and I don't want to do what everyone says, and use all means to harm people.

Fang Huan clenched his fists, mustered up the courage to lift the quilt violently, and the people inside shrank into a ball, because his sudden movement hugged his arms, which seemed unexpectedly fragile, and Chang Ming's already pale face was even more powerless, like a white man. Like paper, no popularity.

For some reason, Fang Huan breathed a sigh of relief, at least he can be sure that Chang Ming is not dead.

"You are sick!" This is not a question, but an affirmation.

Chang Ming closed his eyes, and shrunk himself even tighter. Maybe it was cold, he opened his eyes a little, fumbled to glance at the quilt that had been removed from his body, and then covered it back as if no one was there.

As soon as he got back, Fang Huan pulled him down and looked at him angrily. At this moment, he seemed to notice Fang Huan, raised his head to look at him, "You came to see me."

The voice is as weak as a person, as if the body has been hollowed out by long-term drug use, and the whole person presents an unnatural fragility.

I haven't seen him for a few hours, and it's like he's shed a layer of skin. Also, cats are afraid of water. It's no wonder he doesn't get sick after staying in the water for so long.

"Don't put on such an expression, I won't pity you." Fang Huan took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, lit them silently and held them in his hand.

He took a puff, and the smell of the smoke was reassuring, "Chang Ming, did I treat you badly? Is it because of you or I'm sorry for you, why did you harm me?" Throwing it with a bang, it hit the side of the bed made of bricks, making a loud noise, like setting off firecrackers, which scared Chang Ming.

He was lying on the bed, his fair face contrasted sharply with the pitch-black pillow.

Fang Huan jumped into the water with warm blankets and ginger soup cooked by his mother himself. It didn’t take long for him to recover from the icy river. Changming had nothing here, no warm blankets, and no hot ginger. Soup, and even the house is no shelter from the wind and rain.

Many places on the roof were damp. In addition to the smell of paint, the house also exuded a faint musty smell. This kind of place is barely suitable for people to live in.

Chang Ming didn't speak, only the slight trembling of his fingertips betrayed his emotions. He carefully pulled up the quilt that Fang Huan had thrown off, covered him again, and covered his whole head.

boom!Fang Huan kicked the table, and the table, which had been in disrepair for a long time, collapsed with a bang, bringing up waves of dust. He walked around restlessly, "Chang Ming, tell me the truth, do you have any difficulties?" , tell me, as long as you tell me, I will believe anything."

Fang Huan is like a person who fell into the water. When he saw a dead tree branch on the surface of the water, he swam up desperately and hugged it without letting go. But the dead tree branch was just his imagination, his own sentimentality and wishful thinking.

There was no sound or movement behind him, Chang Ming still didn't speak, just pulled down the cup, revealing a dark head and a pair of beautiful eyes.

"They all said they saw you knocking me out and drowning me. I didn't believe it at first, but now I believe it. You are really so vicious." Fang Huan gave up completely. Confused by lard, he walked over and stretched out his hands to grab Chang Ming's neck.

Such a slender, fragile neck looked fragile in his hands, and it could be strangled if he tried harder.

Chang Ming closed his eyes, as if accepting his fate, he didn't resist or struggle, it was more like some kind of relief, and he seemed to have a smile on his face.

Fang Huan's fingers pinched him so hard that his face turned red and he couldn't breathe. The pulse on his neck was beating and jumping. , Just now..., He almost killed someone just now.

Compared with Chang Ming, he seemed to be the one who panicked. This realization made him uncomfortable. He unzipped his clothes, tried to regain his aura just now, and said a few harsh words.

"I really want to strangle you, so that I don't have to suffer, and I don't have to worry about someone harming my family and friends." Fang Huan took one last look at him, turned to leave, and paused before leaving, "Don't kill any more, Don't show up at the murder scene again, I don't want to see you again."

He stepped out of the room and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Chang Ming kept looking at his back until it disappeared. He touched the pinch mark on his neck, covered the quilt again, and buried his whole body.

I don't know how long it took, the door was suddenly kicked open rudely, Fang Huan was hugging the quilt, holding a thermos and a cup in his hand, his hair was half wet, he couldn't help complaining, "What the hell, let's get out of here. "

Chang Ming suddenly lifted the quilt, exposed his head, and stared at him blankly, he seemed unable to react, he just looked at Fang Huan stupidly, and after an unknown amount of time, tears suddenly flowed out, silently Breath, quietly slipped through the corner of the eye.

Fang Huan was about to strangle him just now, but he didn't even cry, but now he just gave him two quilts and added a few odd things, but he couldn't control himself.

"Don't get me wrong, I want to charge interest." Fang Huan rudely tore off the quilt on him and threw it on the ground, and replaced it with a new quilt. He bought two beds, one