Po Meng doesn't cook soup

The cemetery in the middle of the night, with the shadows of the trees and the wind blowing, looks quite eerie. The cemetery guards have gone back to rest a long time ago. Who wants to stay in such a place in the middle of the night? If you want to see a ghost, you don’t choose this place. place this time.

Unfortunately, someone stepped into the cemetery at this time.

A thin figure seemed to be carrying something in his hand, and something that seemed heavy on his back, and tremblingly stepped into the cemetery.

"Dumb-dumb-"

There was a horrible and hoarse scream, and the thing in the small figure's hand seemed to be trembling and struggling. Through the light from the moon, it could be seen that the whole body of the thing was black, only the pair of black eyes were shining. Under the reflection of the moonlight, there was a different kind of light, which seemed a little cold in this gloomy environment.

It was a crow that was constantly struggling. It seemed that it already knew what kind of fate it would suffer in the near future. The crows it made became more and more sad and elongated...

The body of the thin figure seemed to be trembling more and more. He came to a tomb with a long history, and put the struggling crow on the ground. Seeing that he was let go, the crow seemed to want to escape. Unfortunately, Yes, the wings and paws were bound, unable to move at all, the survival instinct made it continue to whine, the voice was desolate and hoarse...

The thin figure seemed to be a young man, trembling, he came to a tomb that looked a little old, put the tied crow and the things on his back on the ground, then came to the tombstone, stared at the tombstone After a while, I pulled out a small shovel from the thing and started digging a hole at the position facing the tombstone.

When the hole was dug big enough, he dropped the shovel and walked up to the crow...

As if aware of what the coming person was going to do, the crow struggled harder, and his voice became more hoarse, as if to call out all the resentment and unwillingness.

And at this time, the moon seemed to be covered by something, and the cemetery without any light seemed even deeper...

The young man threw the crow into the pit, picked up the shovel, ignored the crow's struggle and wailing, and filled it with soil tremblingly...

The young man knelt on the top of the pit, facing the tombstone, closed his eyes, and was meditating in his heart. It could be seen that his thin body was trembling more and more.

Until the moon finally came out, under the light of the moon, the whole cemetery showed a kind of paleness.

The young man stood up, picked up the shovel again, and began to dig the earth pit he had just piled up.

Not long after, he saw the crow that he had just buried alive. The distorted body showed how panicked and struggling it was when it was buried just now. There seemed to be a trace of blood leaking from the eyes that were not closed, which made people panic and uneasy.

The young man stared at the crow's eyes, as if he could feel how much unwillingness and resentment the crow felt before he died. At this moment, the young man's hair was standing on end, and he was sweating continuously. His outstretched hand tremblingly came to the crow's blood-red eyes. After aligning with the position, he closed his eyes, made up his mind, and ruthlessly dug out the crow's eyes with his bare hands.

After doing all this, the young man seemed to have an urge to run away. Looking at the unwilling eyeballs in his hands, the young man swallowed and threw the two eyeballs into his mouth. Then he covered his mouth with his hands, desperately letting himself swallow it——

The young man squatted on the ground, closed his eyes, clutched his arms, his body was shaking more and more violently, he dared not open his eyes no matter what.

After a long time, the young man finally plucked up the courage to open his eyes——

Something seemed to have happened, and nothing seemed to happen. Seeing that everything was fine, the young man finally showed a smile on his pale face. He quickly tidied up everything and left the cemetery as if fleeing...

Just when the young man stepped out of the cemetery, behind him, there seemed to be figures——

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