Chapter 2305

Style: Girl Author: YunfengWords: 900Update Time: 24/01/11 09:13:36
"What is this?"

There was a double layer of waterproof oil paper inside the box. When I opened the inside of the box, I broke the oil paper umbrella, and "black water" immediately flowed out.

I got closer and smelled it. It was a little smelly and sour.

I dipped my finger into some black water and quickly licked it with my tongue.

Immediately, I was stunned on the spot.

This smell is so familiar!

This is embalming fluid! It is a mixture of mercury and multi-zhong herbs!

Is this a coffin?

wrong! It doesn’t look like it! Besides, where can I find such a big coffin? Could it be that a dead child was soaked in the water?

I suddenly felt a little frightened.

In any case, the person who buried this box must know Feng Shui, and I know it too, so the person buried it in that position, and I chose that position, which is a complete coincidence!

Now the box was full of embalming fluid, and I couldn't see what was there. I took a chopstick and poked it in, and my expression suddenly changed.

There is something soft and elastic in the water!

"It's so unlucky. I thought I found some treasure."

This is unlucky. In the past, rich families would build "children's tombs" for their children who died in infancy. We don't touch those tombs that are dedicated to burying young children.

I clasped my hands together and said, "I don't know if you are a younger brother or a younger sister. Please forgive me for disturbing you. I will send you away tonight. I didn't mean to. Don't bear any grudge against me."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Suddenly, a child's cry came from outside the door!

This time I was so frightened that I kicked the table! The wooden box fell to the ground instantly, and the black antiseptic liquid inside flowed all over the floor.

When I opened the door and took a look, I found that it was the little daughter of the hotel proprietress who was crying. I was very angry, but I couldn't let it out on a child.

"Stop crying! Why are you crying in broad daylight!"

The little girl wiped away her tears and stretched out her hand for me to see. I saw that she was holding a little swallow with no hair in her hand.

She cried sadly: "Uncle, the little swallow fell out of the bird's nest. I fed it millet and it refused to eat. It was about to starve to death. I can't reach the swallow's nest. Can you help me put it back?"

"That's all?" I asked.

She nodded, sobbing hard.

I squatted down and said, "If you catch the little swallow and put it back in the nest, the big swallow won't care about it, because the little swallow is full of popularity."

"What should I do, uncle? My mother said that the swallows that fell out of their nests cannot be fed."

I smiled and said, "Listen, I'll teach you a trick. You find a deeper shoe box, and then use hay to make a nest in the box. When the little swallow poops, its butt | butt can flush out, so that it can You won’t feel unfamiliar with the environment.”

"I remember uncle, what next?"

"Then, you go to the feed place and buy some live mealworms, then come back and feed them with tweezers."

"What are mealworms, uncle?"