Pig feet are not human series

Going, he slammed the flower pot on his mother's window sill, making a loud noise, and there was a commotion inside, "Who?"

"Who? Who's outside?" His father yelled loudly after being woken up.

Fang Huan watched the thing leave slowly through the glass, and gave him a cold look before leaving.

"Husband, turn on the light." His mother screamed, "The quilt is wet a lot, and so is my face."

There was a weak light coming from behind, and the lights were already turned on in the house. His father chased him out, cursing, and throwing him bricks from the garden, "I hate your mother, our family has offended you, you want to kill us, hurry up and get out."

Fang Huan quickened his pace, walked faster, and quickly disappeared around the corner. Just now, his father regarded him as a murderous ghost, and he didn't care if he scolded people, but he finally understood why someone always misunderstood Chang Ming.

If that happened, even Fang Huan would misunderstand him. Fortunately, his parents didn't see his face clearly, they only knew how to curse him. .

Why did Chang Ming appear at the scene of the incident every time, because he knew something would happen, so he wanted to stop it, just like Fang Huan, he didn't allow dirty things to do whatever he wanted to his mother.

But why does that thing cover his fucking eyes and ears? This matter needs to be studied carefully.

There are still many things that he can't understand, many behaviors that don't know the meaning, and he needs to try step by step. Chang Ming is gone, but he is walking the road that Chang Ming once walked.

Fang Huan couldn't be more familiar with his family, so he turned into his house skillfully, jumped in from the window, and lay on the bed without removing his shoes.

His dad walked around the house with a flashlight, "Damn it, where are you going?"

After a long time, I can only return without success and go back to sleep.

The yard fell silent, Fang Huan got up again, and went to take off his clothes. He had just taken off his coat when he suddenly felt a chill hit his face, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

Just standing outside for two hours without shivering, this will happen suddenly, something is wrong, Fang Huan paused for a moment.

The room didn't turn on the lights, he didn't move, it was quiet, only the sound of dripping water came from nowhere, it was strange and unusual.

Fang Huan felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, as if he was carrying a person on his back. It was extremely difficult for him to take off his clothes. After such a short time, his entire back was soaked.

He suddenly found darkness all around him. It stands to reason that he had stayed in the dark for more than two hours without touching the light. At this time, everything in the room should be clear. Why did he feel as if someone had covered a black curtain in front of him? , Black is not in the middle of winter.

All the voices in his ears disappeared, as if he was suddenly sick, and lost contact with the whole world, eyes could not see, ears could not hear, and his sense of touch could not be felt. There was only darkness to greet him. For a moment Fang Huan was somewhat flustered.

"Fang Huan, I don't want to hurt anyone, I was also forced." A voice suddenly appeared, this voice was very familiar, it was Fang Zhen, Fang Zhen was also his playmate when he was young, basically everyone played together when he was young, It's only when I grow up that I become rusty.

But Fang Zhen was already dead, he still died by drowning, his death was horrible, his whole face was swollen, Fang Huan had come back to attend his funeral, he had been dead for more than three years, because there were few accidents at that time, They probably thought it was a coincidence, but only then did they realize that people had been dying in the village since a long time ago.

At that time, most of them were old people. They were either ill or had reached the end of their lifespan. No one suspected it, but the frequency was a little higher than in other villages. Later, various young people had accidents. Because there was a few years in between, there was no doubt. , It has only recently begun to become more and more frequent. Five or six people have died since Fang Huan came back.

Even so, Fang Huan was unexpectedly happy. Chang Ming was not the one who did the harm, which made him heave a sigh of relief. Chang Ming really didn't lie to him, and still maintained a kind and flawless image in his heart.

It must have been those damp hands that covered his eyes, and when he was speaking, he could still feel a chill rushing down his neck, causing goosebumps.

His body was getting colder and colder, as if he was frozen, his heartbeat seemed to have stopped, and it became difficult to breathe air. Fang Huan almost felt that he was going to die. He was in a feeling that his body was not his own. Thought he was dead.

"Ah!" There was a miserable scream from behind, and those damp hands disappeared, replaced by a pair of cool hands.

Someone whispered in his ear, "No one else believes in me, only you believe in me. I used to live for others, but now I only live for you."

The voice was soft and waxy, with a decisive and unquestionable taste.

Fang Huan was overjoyed, "Chang Ming, you are not dead."

He grabbed those hands and turned his head suddenly. There was nothing behind him, and there was no bright light, only a black cat blinked innocently.

"Meow~"

cat eye seven

"It's you!" Fang Huan knelt down and rubbed its head, feeling disappointed. He clearly grabbed those hands just now, why did they disappear in a blink of an eye?

The cat was very obedient in his palm. After being touched a few times by him, it fell to the ground and turned over, revealing its furry belly.

Fang Huan scratched its neck to its belly, and while watching its expression of enjoyment, picked it up and put it on the bed.

The cat lay half its body in the palm of his hand without struggling. It followed his strength and lay on the bed. It licked his arm with its tender tongue. a lot of.

Only after this time did he realize his own shortcomings. Although he could see what Chang Ming saw, he couldn't do anything with them, and he didn't have Chang Ming's ability to move among them.

He needs help.

The problem now is that once his weird behavior is leaked, others will think he is bewitched, let alone help him, as long as they don't harm him, so there are almost no suitable candidates for this helper.

In fact, he already has a helper. Don't underestimate that black cat, it has a lot of ability, otherwise it won't get Chang Ming's attention. It is smart and well-behaved, and it was the one who cooperated with Chang Ming last time.

One person led everyone away, and the other cat ran to pee on the coffin, and the cooperation was perfect.

"Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, can you understand me?" Fang Huan just gave Xiao Hei a call, "I don't know magic spells, and sometimes I can't do what I want. You have to help me."

Perhaps defeated by his seriousness, the cat also became serious, sitting on the bed motionless, looking at Fang Huan without blinking.

It was so patient that Fang Huan couldn't sit still at first, "What's wrong? Can't you understand me?"

He sighed and was about to give up when Xiao Hei suddenly jumped up and jumped on the window next to him, looking back at him and then outside.

Fang Huan was not stupid, and immediately understood the meaning, "Do you want me to go with you?"

The cat nodded.

Fang Huan also climbed up the window. He broke the anti-theft window and didn't have time to install it. Now it happened to be convenient for him.

Cats don’t like to walk through the main entrance, so Fang Huan also climbed over the wall. Fortunately, he is used to it. In addition, the wall of his house is easy to climb. Standing on the bricks surrounded by the garden, the rest is less than his neck. He jumped up.

When he jumped down, the cat was already waiting for him in another place, and the night was long, and no one found them.

People in the village go to bed early, and there are no street lights compared to the city, so it will be dark at night, and no one will stay up in the middle of the night and skip around.

Fang Huan took a flashlight and followed the black cat all the way to the Changming House. The small shop opposite was still open, basically open 24 hours a day. For the village, even if it earned a few dollars, it was worth staying up all night.

There was just a fire there, and all that was left was the skeleton. If it hadn't been for the rain, there might not even be a skeleton. No one approached here, so it still maintains the appearance after the fire.

Fang Huan raised his foot and stepped in, the threshold was burned away, leaving only the walls on both sides, because they were made of bricks, they burned like black charcoal.

There used to be a lot of weeds in the yard, and the cat would roll on it in the afternoon, but it was quiet at night, like a dead city.

The black cat stood in a scorched place and guided him to go in. The house was in a mess, and the smell of burning hadn't dissipated. The roof was completely empty, leaving only four half walls, and the fire was burning from above. After getting up, the bottom burns slowly, so the coffin placed on the ground in the middle is fine.

Fang Huan was taken aback. You must know that the coffin is made of wood. When gasoline is poured from the roof, some of it will stay and drip onto the coffin. As long as a little bit of it burns, it will spread into a big fire. Unexpectedly, other furniture will be burned. Gone, only these coffins are still there.

The black cat jumped on the coffin in the middle and walked back and forth. It finally looked at Fang Huan and then at the coffin, as if it had something to express.

Fang Huan walked over and stroked the coffin. Because of the fire, the coffin was somewhat affected, and it was burnt black. Because it was originally black, Fang Huan was unprepared, and his hands were all black.

"You want me to open the coffin?"

The cat nodded, moved out of its seat and jumped on the coffin next to it.

Fang Huan tried to push, but it was not sealed, he could push it away with a little force.

In the dead of night, in the dark, he ran to a sparsely populated place to push other people's coffins. In the past, he wouldn't have dared to kill him, but now he doesn't feel afraid at all.

He always felt that the black cat would not harm him, and with the black cat around, he always felt at ease, as if no matter what