60s white-eyed wolf

In front of him is a familiar bed, a bed frame made of pine wood, and there is a round tree knot at the foot of the bed against the inner wall. When he was a child, he picked off the black core in the middle, which looks like a dog. Fierce chicken eyes.

In the dream, the person who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets was not himself, Cao Fugui had a point in his mind.

Unlike falling into a dream unexpectedly yesterday, this time, he had some experience, and even had a faint feeling that this dream was someone else's "dream", somehow entered his own head.

Waking up but unable to wake up, Cao Fugui had no choice but to follow the person in the dream, rummaging around in his room depressed and fearful.

The "person in the dream" should not be very old. In the dream, you can't see "his" face, but you can see "my" hands. Those skinny dirty hands are scarred, but they are extremely flexible. "He" is calm. Turned everything over, as if looking for something.

Cao Fugui knew that there was nothing valuable in his house, and it would be difficult for the thief who broke into the house to find out.

When those hands were turning up the bed, they stopped suddenly, as if they had found something, "he" took out a small cloth bag from the corner of the bed, and opened it carefully. A finger wrench with traces of blood.

Cao Fugui was taken aback, very surprised, he clearly remembered that he broke that finger into three pieces?How can you turn it out from under the bed?

The "he" in the dream seemed to be satisfied after finding this thing, stuffed his finger into his arms, and left soon.

Cao Fugui hummed hard, trying to wake himself up, when the dream suddenly darkened, and the smell of blood spread, the house in front of him was no longer familiar, but suddenly turned into a muddy firewood hut, with firewood scattered in disorder On the ground, a thick firewood was stained with blood and was being thrown in front of "him". "His" eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was in sharp pain, someone was shouting something, his ears were buzzing but he couldn't hear anything clearly.

"He" seemed to be lying on the ground, unable to move, the mud in front of him suddenly moved, and the big firewood with a bloody end was getting farther and farther away from "him".

Cao Fugui was terrified. Although he knew it wasn't him, being dragged in by such a real "dream" was like being beaten to death. Tai Te Niang was terrible!There was a pulling force on his feet, and Cao Fugui suddenly woke up in the "dream". The ground was not moving, but someone was dragging "his" legs and pulling them out.

"He" moaned ho ho, his hands were desperately digging on the ground, but he couldn't resist the dragging of others at all, he just dug out a few long bloodstains on the mud.

Depressed cries and furious shouts intertwined in my ears, someone carried "him" on his back, and walked up the mountain road in the dark night.

Heavy wheezing and wheezing rang in his ears, and the smell of blood and sweat smelt his nostrils. Although he knew clearly in his heart that this was not what happened to him, Cao Fugui was still so frightened that his hairs stood on end, as if he was being crushed by a ghost. I was crushed to death, but I couldn't wake up.

Mother, wake up!Cao Fugui, wake up so fast!

However, the world in the dream did not listen to his wishes at all, that "he" was carried up the mountain, and in front of a col, "he" was thrown down a deep valley...

The world was spinning, the eyes were pitch black, the branches broke, the rocks hit and shattered, and then there was a dull sound of landing, the excruciating pain hit the limbs and bones, and the smell of blood immediately filled the air.

"Oooooooo-"

Cao Fugui struggled in cold sweat, and finally woke up from the "dream" that was both others and himself.

Too, Tete is scary!

The vivid scenes and encounters in the dream were still revolving in his mind, and the cold sweat soaked through his shirt, and he broke free from the dream with a surge of cold air.Thinking of the unbroken finger in the dream, Cao Fugui jumped up from the bed, felt under the quilt, took out the small cloth bag he stuffed in it during the day, opened it with shaking hands, and found that the inside was still broken. The broken jade in three pieces looks quite different from the unbroken "finger puller" in the dream with only a few bloodstains.

Holding his beating heart, he let out a long breath, weakly rewrapped the finger, and stuffed it back on the bed.

It's okay, it's just a nightmare.

But why is this dream so weird, so real? !

The whole day's nightmare was a bit evil, Cao Fugui wondered if it might have something to do with the wrench he snatched from him?I heard that some jade objects were stolen from the tombs of the ancestors by grave diggers, and they would be tainted with evil spirits. Could it be that these objects are also ghost artifacts with no serious origin?

He had heard stories about ghosts and ghosts, and stories about robbing tombs hurting Yin and Yang. He had heard from the old people in the village before. He heard that there were people who were in the same gang who were mixed in the past. It's just that the government strictly prohibits these messy things these days, so how dare they do it? This, and no one talks about it.

I don't know where the old Sun's oil bottle got this stuff?

Cao Fugui rubbed his chin, thinking that he still wanted to inquire about it, lest he really robbed something evil, and it would be too wrong to provoke a ghost.

In the dark, I opened the window and looked, the moon was in the middle of the sky, the night was deep, and the shadow of the ingot tree outside was reflected in the patio of the yard. The cold wind blew by, and the black shadow shook its teeth and claws amidst the whining sound.

He swallowed his saliva forcefully, quickly closed the window, shut the ghosts out of the window, jumped onto the bed, wrapped his head in the quilt sullenly, and went to sleep!

The nightmare still didn't let him go, the fragments in the dream became fragmented, the things seen through "his" eyes began to shake, sporadic flashes were screams and blood, the flames ignited into the sky, and someone struggled Shouting for help, soon there was a sea of ​​flames.

Cao Fugui couldn't resist these frightening scenes, and couldn't close his eyes in his dreams, so he could only bear with it, thinking of Amitabha Buddha and Infinite Heavenly Venerable, helplessly watching scenes of dreams that became more and more "real".After watching for a long time, he suddenly realized that the "he" in the dream was probably limping, so when he walked around, these images were bumpy.

The scene in the dream became more and more blurred and fragmented. It seemed that after many years, the "he" in the dream grew from a child to a ruthless man with countless bloody subordinates and great power.

Countless people prostrated themselves before him, and many others cursed him, dragged into the darkness.

"Lame ghost, you will not end well if you bully your master and destroy your ancestors!"

"Brother Gui, Brother Gui, you really don't do anything about me, this bitch made it all up, please spare me one more time... ah——"

"...Qiao Yingnian, you bastard will go to the [-]th floor of hell, you will have a terrible death!"

A woman cursed mournfully, and then Cao Fugui finally heard the voice of "him" in the dream. His voice was light and hoarse, and he seemed to laugh lightly: "Really? The Eighth Hell has been going on for many years, miss, please go."

boom!Gunshots sounded.

"Oooooooo-"

Cao Fugui was frightened awake again.

This girl's life is impossible!

This dream became more and more real, more and more frightening, Cao Fugui felt that this bear-hearted leopard was too timid to hold on, so he had to find out, if it was really caused by a bad thing, where would he go? Wherever you come and go, and read a few more scriptures, it might stop.Before he figured out what was going on, the broken finger should be hidden far away, so that he might not come to harm himself?

Looking at the sun, the sky was already pale, Cao Fugui hurriedly took out a small cloth bag from under the bed, crept downstairs, and buried this evil thing far away. not too late.

I walked around my house, found an inconspicuous place in the corner of the backyard to bury my things, stepped on the soil, and then sneaked back to the house.

In the courtyard, the second uncle was setting wooden buckets to fetch water, the children were feeding the chickens, collecting firewood, and cleaning the yard, and the grandfather was watering the melons and vegetables in the plot. Taking advantage of the little time before work, everyone was very busy.

Cao Fugui looked around the stove with a smile on his head. The second aunt squatted in front of the stove to add firewood to the stove. Grandma stood in front of the stove and took a long-handled spoon to stir the two clay pots. The heat was steaming, but there was no food left. The aroma, on the contrary, has a musty and dull smell.

"Grandma, Second Aunt, are you busy, what are you cooking for?"

Second Aunt looked at him with a long face, and said unhappily: "Fugui, you got up early today!"

Grandma gave her a sideways glance, Wang Liuzhi fell silent, and angrily stuffed a thin piece of firewood into the stove.

"Are you rich and poor enough? Half a child still wants to grow up, just to have enough sleep and enough food. Unfortunately, the big canteen in the team is closed... What can I eat with this little food at home? There is only sweet potato porridge. Serve a bowl. I call you grandpa and uncle and the others hurry up to eat and go to work."

Dai Xingfa, a clerk in the team, was a long-term worker for a landlord’s family before liberation. He suffered a lot. After liberation, he studied hard in a literacy class, recognized a few simple words and numbers, and became a clerk in the team.

Now he has a whistle around his neck, an alarm clock, a ledger, and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, but he trembles like an old bookkeeper.For the team members who were at their posts less than a quarter of an hour after the whistle blew, he immediately wrote down the deduction of work points in the notebook, and deducted [-]% for each late arrival.There are many relatives in the village, but no one can intervene, and the captain will be pushed back by him.

The tricky people in the team called him "Iron Snail" behind his back, just to laugh at him for being skinny, with pointed head and big eyes, and he had to put on an iron face.

The relationship between Lao Cao's family and him is not bad, but they are not willing to touch this bad luck easily.

A bowl of sweet potato porridge per person is served on the table, and a bowl of dark and yellow mustard pickle heads are chopped into pieces for dinner. These are still pickles in the team. Yingzi went to help and brought back a few pickle heads as welfare. House's.

The women who are in charge of the family fill up the strong laboring men in the family, and the porridge is also thick, while the women use thinner soup with a little more ingredients, and the portion is smaller, and the same is true for the children.Although Cao Fugui didn't go to work, Grandma still gave him a full bowl of thick porridge.

The second aunt, Wang Liuzhi, glanced at her nephew's bowl, looked at her own Baofeng sipping the thin soup in the bowl, and then thought about how it was distributed in the same way when the family started a business in the past. Down.

Although my mother-in-law is partial to the eldest nephew, she is generally sensible and easy to do on weekdays. Most of the subsidy is from the money and things sent by his third uncle, so it is hard for her to say much as an aunt.Bear with it, bear with it until the eldest nephew gets married and starts a business, then he can be separated out. At that time, he will be willing to post more things for him. You can't be a nephew like a leech, leaning on your uncle to suck blood for a lifetime. ? !