At this time, in front of Widow Liu's house, many people were standing in the courtyard, saying something wrong with her. Otherwise, the monk would not have hanged himself on the mountain. Faced with the censure of everyone, Widow Liu did not dare to come out. She was afraid that if she came out, she would be unable to defeat others and some unreasonable shrews would most likely kill her.
It would be better to stay in the house. At least no one dares to break into the house privately. It is relatively safe to hide in a dark corner at this time. Although it is bustling outside, the house is deserted and deserted. You can almost clearly hear a bird. Cicadas chirp.
People were making things difficult for Widow Liu. She was so shameless that someone slapped her door angrily, but the door was firmly shut. For a moment, she couldn't get in even if she wanted to. People stayed outside to curse and scare Widow Liu, and then left quickly, not daring to stay for a long time, for fear that if something went wrong, they would get distracted and commit suicide, which was not a big deal.
"It's because of her that he died. Otherwise, why would such a good monk commit suicide?" Someone said, and after saying this, he cursed another very unpleasant slang, whistled, and then Leave.
"For such a wicked person, it's best to stay away from my husband, otherwise I'll catch you and you'll be spoiled for choice." A shrewish woman spat and yelled in front of Widow Liu's house. She was frightened at that time. It broke a man's courage and immediately dispersed, disappearing into nowhere.
At night, after people hurriedly buried the monk, for a while, the deserted village was peaceful again. Only the sound of roosters crowing and dogs barking could be heard. When people recalled these past events, except for a touch of desolation, they almost felt sad. Nothing is left.
That night, Black Bandit's house was haunted. In the middle of the night when no one was around, someone was walking in front of the door for no apparent reason. When he opened the door and looked outside, he saw almost nothing except the faint moonlight. On this night, the black bandit didn't want to stay in his house anymore, because it would be very unsafe. In addition, the place was so remote that it was impossible to say that he was not afraid when he was alone.
However, everyone in the deserted village hated him so much that no one wanted to be his companion. People would rather die than live with the gangster. Otherwise, there would be no unclean things in front of his house at night, and even scary words, saying that if he continued to live there in the near future, his lifespan would be affected.
However, there is no way around this, because gangsters believe in fate. How can a fate be reversed by human power alone? I have no choice but to leave it to fate, otherwise what else can I do?
One night, under the moonlight, it would be nice to have a woman by his side on such a night, but the people in the deserted village all disliked her, wishing they could sleep on her skin and eat her flesh. Those women would rather People who marry some beggars and wanderers will not follow gangsters.
In such a desolate night, the gangster had to live alone, otherwise, what else could he do? At this time, he wanted to go to sleep, but suddenly, he heard someone walking through the door of his house. The footsteps were very clear. At this time, the black bandit also felt some urge to urinate and wanted to go out to pee. , when I opened the door and looked outside, I saw almost nothing except the moonlight.
The black bandit felt a little strange, even frightened, because he felt that there seemed to be a woman walking in front of his house, otherwise, he would not have come out to take a look. After coming out, I heard the very clear sound of a woman's high heels hitting the bluestone floor from inside my house. Hearing such a sound, the black bandit couldn't help but feel scared. After being scared for a while, he was also ecstatic, because in such a dark night, it would be very good to have a woman accompanying him.
After peeing, the black bandit got into his house. The lights went out all of a sudden. He had to light the lights and took a look. There was no one in his house at all, but the footsteps just now, Where does this come from? For a moment, the black bandit was so frightened that he couldn't help cursing at his mother. It seemed that if he didn't curse like this for a while, he would feel extremely terrifying.
After scolding for a while, the black bandit stopped scolding because he felt that the words he cursed were not even scolding others, but more like scolding himself. From time to time, the lips became swollen, and it was almost impossible to open the mouth. It was a little difficult to speak. Why did you talk about scolding your mother at this time?
For a moment, facing all kinds of situations alone, I didn't know what to do, so I couldn't escape. Otherwise, if people knew about it, they would laugh at me and say that I was as timid as a mouse and not a man. The black bandit would rather die than be laughed at, but it is not appropriate to live in this place, because the night is so terrifying that it is simply outrageous. He dare not live any longer, but he doesn't know where to go. .
Let's say that Shaoqiu stayed in his room that night, sitting under a lamp and reading a book. At this time in life, there is no place to talk. People don't want to see you, so you can only sit at the desk and read a few pages of books.
While I was reading, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. The blow was very heavy and the door was damaged. I could hardly bear it. But it was okay. The person saw that it was not a big deal and broke the scholar's door for no reason. Feel inappropriate. After knocking on the door for a while, Shaoqiu opened the dilapidated and old wooden door. What greeted him was the black bandit. At this time, he appeared in Shaoqiu's house. He just wanted to change with Shaoqiu and live by himself. In Shaoqiu's house, he wanted Shaoqiu to live in his home.
"I won't go. I can't live in your house. You'd better invite someone else." Shaoqiu said.
But in the middle of saying this, Shaoqiu didn't dare to say it anymore, because the black bandit was carrying a gun at this time. It was not a big deal if he was angered. It was not like there were no people in the deserted village who died in his hands. At this time, seeing that the black bandit insisted on changing places to live with him, he had no choice but to do so in order to survive.
Shaoqiu temporarily lived in the black bandit's house. Of course, if he knew that the black bandit's house was haunted, Shaoqiu would not have gone, right? Fortunately, I don't know at this time.
At this time, the black bandit was living in Shaoqiu's house. He also imitated Shaoqiu's accent and began to read books in a rhythmic manner. Not to mention, the black bandit read the book in a very orderly manner. People who passed by listened to it. They all liked it. The people passing by stopped one after another, because it was the first time to listen to the black bandit reading, and it was a bit novel.
The black bandit read for a while, of course he read randomly. He even held the book upside down and couldn't recognize a bunch of characters. As he read, he felt a little sleepy. For a moment, he didn't care. After so much, I lay down on the desk and fell asleep.
When the black bandit fell asleep, there was a sound of rain outside the door. From time to time, a layer of heavy fog appeared in the sky, and the smoke filled the air. He didn't even recognize the person standing opposite him, let alone the person who was relatively far away at this time.
In this heavy fog, Hua Bo slowly came to the door of Shaoqiu's house. He came here just to kill Shaoqiu according to God's will. Otherwise, once the god says that he killed the monk, he may be in trouble for a while, and he may even be shot.
What's more, coming here at this time is what I have always dreamed of. Otherwise, letting this poor man take possession of his daughter in vain would be a problem, wouldn't it? Then he came to the door of Shaoqiu's house and wanted to chop him a few times to vent his anger. Otherwise, if a toad ate his daughter's swan meat, he really didn't know where to vent his anger.
I didn't dare. It happened that the fog was thick at this time, so it was just right to kill someone. Otherwise, it would be impossible to communicate and offend the gods, and the consequences could be said to be very bad.
Of course, on an ordinary night, Uncle Liang Hua would not dare to do this, but who caused the heavy fog to rise in the sky, so he came to the door of Shaoqiu's house. At this time, the door of the house was beaten randomly by gangsters. It was already in dilapidated condition, with a big hole exposed. Otherwise, no matter how thin Uncle Hua was, he would not be able to get in.
As soon as he got in, in the heavy fog, he was like a straw boat borrowing an arrow, and slashed at "Shaoqiu". Suddenly, "Shaoqiu" woke up. Seeing someone committing such a murder, without saying a word, he roared like a liger, which made people change their color.
"Why did you kill me?" The black bandit stood up and asked Uncle Hua.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Uncle Hua was busy explaining.
"I misunderstood your size." The black bandit also got angry at this time, and he punched and kicked Hua Bo. For a moment, Hua Bo really cried for his father and called his mother, and he immediately escaped. Okay, I went back to my room.
At this time, the black bandit felt that Shaoqiu's house was extremely unlucky, so he returned to his own house, drove Shaoqiu away, closed the door, and slept on the bed.
Shaoqiu returned to his house again and closed the door. Although the door was a little dilapidated, after closing it, he really felt much safer. At this time, it was raining continuously outside the door. Listening to the sound of rain, it was really good.
As for Hua Bo, because he had stabbed the black bandit, he was staying in his room, restless, and originally wanted to escape. Otherwise, if the black bandit sought revenge, he would also stab himself in the same way, which would not be appropriate. But the night was so dark, and there was nowhere to go for a while, but staying in this place was not a problem.
The wind kept roaring. Amidst the roar of the wind, Uncle Hua couldn't sleep at all. He just kept one eye open, fearing that the gangster would break into his house from time to time. What would he do then? Woolen cloth?
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