As she watched Long Xing follow Granny Lin out, there was a hint of worry in Yingying's eyes.
At this time, Lin Bo was lying on the bed, the wine he drank at night was still swirling in his stomach. His tired body and mind seemed to be asleep, and his mind was filled with dreams like a cobweb.
Lin Bo looked at his pine tree being held in his arms. A white-haired old woman grabbed his wrists with one strong hand and took out a small, shiny object from her trouser pocket with her other hand.
Shaking in the moonlight, it made a crisp and sweet sound.
"Old man, I want you to know what kind of punishment you should receive if you look around when walking or look at people absent-mindedly."
Lin Bo heard the old woman's cold voice behind the tree, and then he felt a cold trap wrapping around his right thumb.
Immediately afterwards, the left thumb was also bound.
Lin Bo cried and begged: "Okay, old lady... I didn't see anything... OK, please let me go..."
The old lady turned around, gently patted Lin Bo's head with a slap like iron sand, smiled slightly, and said: "Be good, this will be good for you."
After saying that, she walked into the forest and followed a tall woman into the forest. The moonlight and tree shadows were separated by her dancing figure, leaving a distinct trace, as if a boat had just sailed across the water.
Lin Bo looked at them, until their backs blended into the shadows of the trees in the mountain forest.
The breeze blows from a distance, and the mountains and forests are rolling with layers of fine whistle-like sounds. The flocks of birds passed by like brown clouds, trailing behind them, leaving behind them a chaotic cacophony of chirping and fluttering feathers, and then there was endless silence.
Lin Bo's mind was in a mess, and what happened just now seemed like a dream. He shook his head, trying to drive away these terrible trances.
He thought of Granny Lin, and of Long Xing and his dead son. He wanted to leave, wanted to leave the tree trunk, but found that he had lost his freedom.
He struggled, at first he just pulled his arm back hard, and then he jumped up and down, howling strangely, as if he was a wild monkey just caught from the forest.
Finally, he was tired. He pressed his head against the bark of the tree and began to cry. As tears welled up, the rage in his heart gradually subsided.
He poked his head forward from the side of the tree trunk and saw the two closely connected iron hoops, emitting a dazzling light. They tightly hugged the base of the thumbs, causing them to become congested and red, causing excruciating pain whenever they moved.
He carefully spread his arms and turned his body around the tree, facing the road to the forest and fish pond.
A dozen shiny fireflies flew close to the surface of the pond, their shiny bellies occasionally breaking the surface of the water and stirring up some small silver-white flowers.
The night fog was thick and the temperature dropped very low. There was a layer of frost-like white dew on Lin Bo's face and eyebrows. He had been imprisoned in the pine tree for almost two hours.
Judging the deflection of the moonlight with the naked eye, it has not advanced much. He was exhausted, and he was very anxious: "If this continues, I will be eaten by mosquitoes."
There are a lot of mosquitoes in the forest at night, and they even have an extremely poisonous straw.
Even though he was anxious, he had no choice but to break free from the thumb cuffs. He was already tired and dragged his buttocks to use force.
He was regretting looking at the tall woman.
If she were a mountain god, she would become part of the tree trunk's nourishment throughout her life.
Lin Bo remembered that he was drunk, wandering around in his own forest with his lips pursed and burping. He saw a tall woman under the moonlight under the big tree.
The woman is very young, with a round white face and two slender, smiling eyes. She is so tall that she can touch half a pine tree.
Behind him was an old woman, whose eyes were like sharp blades.
With eyes that were as piercing as an awl, she looked at the staggering Lin Bo and asked seriously: "Old man, what are you looking at?"
Lin Bo shook his head in confusion.
"What's your name?" the old woman asked majestically, raising her voice.
Lin Bo almost woke up from the wine and stammered: "I, I... don't have a name, others call me Lin Bo."
The old woman was startled for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and laughed sinisterly: "Haha! Did you hear that? He said he had no name, and he actually said he had no name! How funny, you damn old man!"
The tall woman ignored the old woman's words and just grinned, repairing her lips in the moonlight in front of a small rectangular mirror.
Lin Bo felt his stomach churn, and the drink combined with a strong urge to urinate suddenly hit him.
There was a spasm, and in order not to pee on his pants incontinently, he clamped his legs tightly together, and his back straightened unconsciously.
I saw the old woman twirling her gray hair with her hands and taking out a small bright-colored bottle from her pocket. He squirted a few times into his mouth, tilted his head and said to the tall woman next to him: "This damn old ghost! Can't stay."
The woman stood up lazily and sneezed into the moonlight. When she sneezed, her facial features tightened together, making her look very strange.
After sneezing, her eyes were filled with tears. She was wearing a dark purple-red, wrinkled skirt, exposing two slender legs with hideous knees.
The woman dropped a small book with a green cover on a stone slab under the tree, patted her butt, and disappeared into the forest without making a sound.
The old woman glanced at Uncle Lin. Her tall, decaying body was approaching against the dim moonlight. The bones in his body made a clicking sound.
Lin Bo wanted to turn around and run, but his legs couldn't move as if they had taken root. The old woman's big hand pinched Lin Bo's thin wrist. The big hand was hard and cold, like steel wetted by night dew.
Lin Bo struggled, trying to free his wrist from the old woman's hand. But the old woman squeezed hard, and his wrist felt sore and numb, and he almost lost consciousness.
Lin Bo was forgotten under the pine tree, and his nose touched the rough bark. With tears in his eyes, he saw the disappearing figure and was extremely frightened.
When Long Xing followed Granny Lin into the bedroom, Uncle Lin's hands were clasped on the armrests and backrests of the wooden bed, as if they were glued together by 502 glue.
The pained expression on his face made his thin face look horribly distorted. His eyes were tightly closed, and sweat flowed down the corners of his eyes and neck.
Long Xing's purple eyes opened when he came in, and he saw the invisible thumb cuffs clearly at a glance, "What is this?"
With doubts, Long Xing stepped forward and touched the thumb cuffs.
"Suoxianbao, how did this thing get here? Did the Laoshan ghost woman come down from the mountain?"
The ancient jade spirit's voice sounded in Long Xing's mind.
