There was no one in the wilderness, only the wind was blowing, and from time to time the sound of the stonemason digging tombstones in the stone field could be heard. It was not too loud, but it sounded extremely real at this time. Uncle Feng didn't even dare to sleep, knowing that there was no one at all in the stone field, and the sound of digging stones came from the empty stone field. The meaning of this is self-evident, and it can really be said to be terrifying and abnormal. It would be nice to have someone with you from time to time.
After lying on the dilapidated bed for a while, I felt quite bored. Late at night, I felt inexplicable fear and couldn't fall asleep. My only option now was to get up from the bed. I originally wanted to go out, but because of fear and the strong wind, , I still dare not go out. I had no choice but to lie down by the window and look outside. Under the faint skylight, I saw a thin figure vaguely visible in the stone field. He was bent over and busy from time to time. The sound of cutting stones was from him. Give it.
After watching it for a while, Uncle Feng didn't dare to look at it because he thought it was a bit incredible. It's not like he had never been to that stone field before. There was no one at all. How could there be a thin figure in it? I can't understand. I don't think about these things for a while. I'd better go to sleep. Tomorrow, I have to leave here no matter what. From now on, no matter how much firewood or mushrooms there are on the mountain, then Not coming either.
Although it was windy outside, staying in this room was peaceful and there was no discomfort at all. At this time, I gradually closed my eyes. Because of my physical fatigue and running around for most of the night, I really needed to take a good rest. Take a break.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened with a creak. It seemed that someone was standing by the door inviting him to go out. The face of that person could not be seen clearly. He was relatively thin and his face was as gloomy as the rainy sky. He didn't want to go out. But this person insisted on inviting me, and it seemed too rude not to go out for a walk at this time.
Uncle Feng got up from the bed, walked out of the door, closed it with his hands, followed the man, and kept walking forward. Soon after, he was standing on the stone field.
On the stone field, there was a skinny old man chiseling stones, and standing behind him was an old woman wearing only one red shoe, but the other foot was empty, with nothing on it. , maybe he stepped on something sharp or something, but he was injured and was bleeding continuously.
"I asked you to put my shoes in the same place," the old woman wearing a red shoe said, "but you were lucky enough to just throw them away. You...you put my shoes in the right place." Where was it thrown?"
"I just threw it in that water, but at this time, after so long, I'm afraid I can't remember it." Uncle Feng replied with a look of fear on his face, fearing that the old lady would do something evil. Things that caused him to die without a burial place.
"But I can't find my shoes." The old woman became a little angry and spat.
"This..." Uncle Feng was speechless for a moment, his face was very ugly, and he didn't know how to answer.
Uncle Feng didn't dare to stay in that stone field anymore. At this time, he had no choice but to keep running away. However, after running away for a while, for some reason, he put on a red shoe under his feet. The shoe was the one he threw into the ground. In that body of water. This is obviously a shoe that doesn't fit me. It feels very uncomfortable for some reason when I wear it on my feet. If I want to successfully escape from here, wearing such a shoe will definitely not work.
Suddenly, seeing that no one came forward to pursue him, Uncle Feng sat on the ground and wanted to take off the shoe on his foot. After taking it off for a while, he inadvertently broke the red shoe. . But even if it was broken, he could not make it fall off his feet, so he had no choice but to wear this shoe and keep running away.
After escaping for a while, Uncle Feng felt that he had stepped into a crack in the stone, and the red shoe was stuck tightly. It was absolutely impossible to pull his foot out of the crack at this time. But the person who was chasing him was right behind him. If he didn't pull his feet out, he would be dead. It wasn't like he didn't hear the people behind him shouting that they wanted to kill him.
"Let's see where you are going to escape." At this time, the stone gap actually spoke, which scared Uncle Feng to death. He looked at the sky and saw that the night was still so dark. If there was someone accompanying him at this time, then... Okay, but how is this possible?
While he was struggling in pain, his pursuer arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye. The leader was of course the old woman, who was also wearing a red shoe. Seeing that Uncle Feng was stuck, she quietly walked forward, grabbed his shoe, pulled out the knife, and wanted to chop off his feet as well. Lost.
The knife was so painful that Uncle Feng kept crying for his father and mother. When he opened his eyes, he still saw nothing. It turned out that it was just a dream. It was still raining continuously outside, and from the stone field not far away, there were constant sounds of digging stones.
Uncle Feng looked at his foot. Although it was not broken, it was bleeding. A mouse bit his foot. At this time, he was very angry. He came forward and wanted to kill him without saying a word. That rat. But at this time, another voice came not far away. The voice was very scary. It actually said that the mouse was his son and Uncle Feng was not allowed to kill it.
"What?" Uncle Feng was a little confused for a moment, "How can this mouse be your son?"
"It's my son. I turned him into this because he was disobedient." God's voice said.
"But it bit me, no, my feet couldn't stop bleeding." Uncle Feng said angrily.
"Then don't worry about me. You can't kill my son anyway. Otherwise, I will kill you too and use your blood to honor my son." God's voice said.
"Okay." Uncle Feng responded helplessly.
While he was talking like this, the mouse came forward again, and when Uncle Feng wasn't paying attention, he bit off another piece of flesh from his foot. The pain was so painful that Uncle Feng didn't even want to live. At this time, without saying a word, he rushed over. , and killed the mouse immediately.
"Did you kill my son?" God's voice asked.
"It's going to bite me." Uncle Feng replied with a bitter look on his face.
"I can't kill my son even if I bite you. Now you have to save my son, otherwise," God's voice echoed in the night sky, "soon, you will suffer the same fate."
Uncle Feng knew a little about medical skills, so he cooked a bowl of ginseng soup. After drinking it, he applied some Yunnan Baiyao on the wound of the mouse. Not long after, he saw the mouse slowly wake up and lowered his head to lick his own. The wound, in the blink of an eye, escaped from this place and hurried out.
"That's pretty much it." God's voice came in from outside.
Uncle Feng breathed a long sigh of relief, but he was still thinking about the shoes, worried that the god would attack and take his own life.
"Forget it, those shoes are a bit worn anyway, I don't want them anymore." God's voice appeared again.
"I'm sorry," Uncle Feng said apologetically, "I didn't know those were your shoes, otherwise I wouldn't have thrown them around."
At this time, the sky was quiet and the rain was falling continuously. Amidst the patter of rain, God’s voice could no longer be heard. Uncle Feng lay on the bed. He had to take a good rest. Otherwise, tomorrow, it would be impossible to escape and return to the deserted village.
After a good sleep, when I woke up, I found myself lying next to a huge tomb. The vermilion door was just a tombstone. I didn't dare to stay at this time and kept running away. This barbaric and barren land was really impossible. If you stay for a long time, you don't know what terrible things will happen.
Soon after, Uncle Feng found that he had arrived at the mountain where he originally collected firewood, and his firewood was placed beside the road. At this time, the sun had just risen, so he picked up his firewood and walked along the road alone. Keep walking on the mountain road.
For many years after that, Uncle Feng did not dare to go to the mountains, even if there was no firewood at home. There was really no firewood left, so Uncle Feng went to the river to pick up some to burn, and passed the time like this.
But for some reason, the river was so dry that it was impossible for the water to rise. For a moment, trying to get some firewood was just a dream, and it was absolutely impossible. Uncle Feng sometimes had no choice but to remove his own door panels and burn them.
But this is not a solution. If things go on like this, we will have to starve to death here, but we will not dare to walk up the mountain. Otherwise, what will we do if we encounter the things that happened before?
One morning, Uncle Feng opened the door and looked outside. He saw bundles of firewood placed in front of his house. They were easier to burn than the firewood he had picked up on the mountain before. Uncle Feng was a little touched by this. He didn't know who was so kind and secretly got some firewood for himself. If he knew this, wouldn't he have to thank him properly?
That night, because Uncle Feng couldn't sleep, he opened the door of his house and looked outside. He saw a huge mouse hanging out in front of his house, carrying firewood from time to time. The mouse was as big as a cow and a bundle as big as a cow. The firewood camel is nothing on its body. Only then did Uncle Feng realize why there was firewood placed in front of his house. Everything was a gift from this thing. At this time, he stepped forward and wanted to thank him properly.
However, when Uncle Feng went out, he could no longer see anything in the night. There was only a pile of good firewood placed in front of his house, and nothing else could be seen.
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