Chapter 4 moved

Style: Romance Author: rivetWords: 2412Update Time: 24/01/11 23:20:54
When I was five years old, I listened to my grandfather’s stories and grew up with a coffin. I couldn’t even think big.

I have never practiced what my grandfather taught me, but I have never doubted it.

I just beat Huang Jiuye away again, now my confidence is greatly increased.

So when I felt like I was being stared at by the female corpse again, I wasn't as scared as I was during the day. He simply climbed onto the bed and lay in it.

After all, the bed is the cleanest thing in this room.

The person is lying down, but my heart is not lying down.

I thought about it for a while, and before I knew it, the smell of corpses in the room became stronger again.

I inhaled some, and the fragrance gradually formed a stream of heat that spread to all my limbs.

Sensing something was wrong, when I wanted to turn over, I was shocked to find that my body couldn't move.

Not only that, the eyelids are so heavy that I can’t even lift them.

But I didn't feel sleepy. On the contrary, my mind was as clear as ever.

The smell of corpses became stronger and stronger, and it felt like there was a fire burning in my belly.

What's even worse is the rustling around him, as if the female corpse is getting up.

No matter how brave you are, I am scared now.

Secretly regretting what I did wrong, I had to lie with her.

This scourge is a fake corpse, and it will definitely suck me into a human body.

As the saying goes, whatever you are afraid of will come to you. Just when I thought this way, I felt a face close to my neck.

For a moment, my whole body tensed up, and goosebumps popped out layer by layer.

Just when he was frightened, his mouth was covered by something cold and soft.

Instead of biting the neck to suck blood, bite the mouth?

I'm a little confused.

But the cold feeling was pretty good and made me forget my fear.

Unfortunately, it only took a few seconds before those cold lips left my mouth.

I still had some unfinished ideas and wanted to raise my head and chase after him, but I couldn't move my body, so I felt regretful.

Amidst the rustling sounds, the female corpse seemed to lie back again.

Don't bite me?

Is it because I have worshiped heaven and earth?

Does she also miss men?

I was thinking wildly, my mind was getting heavier and heavier, and I fell asleep without realizing it.

Early the next morning, I woke up with a start and sat up from the bed.

After taking a few deep breaths, I immediately looked at the female corpse.

She was still lying on the bed, covered with black cloth, and seemed not to move.

But when I got out of bed, I discovered that she had moved.

He moved a little further away from me, feeling like he disliked me.

I gasped.

Maybe she is not dead.

I remember when I carried her up the mountain, her limbs were very soft, and she really didn't look like a dead body.

After hesitating for a moment, I felt it was necessary to confirm whether she had a heartbeat.

Her body felt a little cold through her clothes.

But very soft.

I was afraid that the result would be inaccurate, so I touched it for a while.

Ten minutes later, after confirming that she indeed had no heartbeat, I pulled my hand out without feeling satisfied.

Fragrance lingers in one hand.

I was a little embarrassed and my face was burning.

I felt like I had done something bad, and I didn't dare to stay. Before I left, I thought of the book under her body.

I found an excuse and said: "I didn't mean to touch you, but if I didn't figure it out, I was afraid I would burn you with a fire. Now I want to get something!"

As I said that, I touched her body with my hand, and the book was still there.

When I came out of the old house, I felt guilty that I had done something shameful. I always felt like someone was staring at me from behind.

However, after taking two steps, I realized that it was not a guilty conscience, but a pair of eyes really staring at me.

There was a little yellow one who kept following me.

I pretended not to see it.

When I got home, my mother was chopping pigweed in the yard and asked me what I was doing.

I said I was going to play with Little Fatty, but she hesitated to speak. In the end, she just told me to be careful and tell my family if I had anything to do.

I said "hmm", hid in the room, and took out the old book.

I didn't pay much attention to it at first, I was just curious. There were no words on the cover of the old book, but when I turned the first page, I was shocked.

This book turned out to be the second volume of the one in Grandpa’s hand.

After the shock, there was deep confusion.

Is there any connection between grandpa and that coffin?

Or is it that Grandpa hid this book?

With the coffin in his house for so many years, he had this opportunity.

But after scanning the entire book, I concluded that it was impossible for grandpa to hide this book.

Because the second volume talks about a method of refining qi.

Only when there is Qi in the body can the things in the previous volume be useful.

Grandpa has been half-assed all his life, precisely because he lacked this energy in his body.

With his obsession with the first volume, if he had the second volume in his hand, it would be impossible to hide it.

Is it possible that grandpa has gone into Shiwanda Mountain and encountered a female corpse before, or maybe the clansman of the female corpse got the scroll from them?

It's a pity that the person has been buried and there is no answer.

I read the second volume carefully again, and it was beyond ordinary people's three views, but it was subverted again.

I even suspect that my grandfather became so crazy because he could catch a glimpse of the scroll.

Because the content of this volume is enough to make a normal person abnormal.

It's a pity that I read it for a long time and didn't understand what it said.

During lunch, I didn’t see my second uncle. I was worried that he would go back to the old house, so I asked.

My father said that my second uncle had returned to the city. Before he left, he left me an address and told me to go to him if I needed anything.

Grandpa said that beasts are beasts. Even if they become sperms, their brains are not enough.

I didn’t think anything would happen to a yellow leather boy, so I kept my second uncle’s address.

I don’t know much about my second uncle.

I only know that he entered the city very early and would come back to see my grandpa two or three times a year. Each time he would bring me some delicious food.

It is said that I was able to finish junior high school because of my second uncle.

Otherwise, after I finish primary school, my father will be ready to let me go home and continue the family lineage.

After breakfast, while the adults went to work in the fields. I ran to the chicken coop and caught a big rooster, took the twine from the sole of my mother's shoe, and went back to the old house.

Along the way, there was still a yellow skin following him.

I picked up the big cock in my hand, feeling secretly proud of myself.

It is said that there is no man in the world who does not steal sex, and there is also no weasel who does not steal chicken.

Entering the courtyard, the scent of corpses could no longer be smelled.

But the fragrance seems to come in waves and will definitely come out at night.

That woman is always a nuisance, and sooner or later she will attract a character more powerful than Huang Jiuye.

I killed a big rooster in the yard and deliberately spilled the blood all over the yard.

Smelling the smell of chicken blood, the yellow-skinned man who was watching me from a distance had his eyes gleaming, but I didn't want to just catch a small one, but planned to catch them all.

Otherwise, the snake will not die even if it is beaten, and the consequences will be endless.

After processing the big rooster, I stewed it whole using the hunchback pot from my old house.

Then he sat in front of the woman's corpse and tied a few knots.

This kind of button is very simple, but when used to restrain small animals, it is an accurate set.

After fixing the buttons, the chicken was stewed half-rare, and the heat was just right.

I tore off the chicken butt, pretended to be disgusted, and threw it into the woods.

After looking at the yellow-skinned one staring at me, I couldn't help but look for it after a while.

As soon as it left, I quickly put buttons on the windows and door.