Facing Widow Liu's husband, Uncle Feng felt a little scared. He knew that this person was not a human being, but a ghost. He originally wanted to run away, but in front of this thing, how could Uncle Feng survive?
"I...I want to go out and poop..." Uncle Feng said as he looked at the face of Widow Liu's husband whose color changed from time to time, and his eyes that almost glowed red.
"This... go ahead." Widow Liu's husband said with a green face while repairing the machine. Then he continued to work on the machine with his head lowered, tapping it from time to time, or wiping off some dirt on it, but he stopped. If you don't come down, you will be very busy and won't have a moment of leisure.
Uncle Feng stayed in the toilet for several hours. When he came out, his legs felt a little sore because there was always something dangling outside when he went to the toilet. If he looked carefully, it was Widow Liu. My husband could not go out under any circumstances at this time and could only stay in the toilet. Even if it was very dirty and unhygienic, and there was a terrible poisonous snake crawling inside, there was nothing he could do.
I really couldn't bear it anymore. I smoked for a long time, and I was almost unconscious. I almost mistakenly thought that this place was a good place. I even thought about staying here for the night, and even thought about buying a gift for Widow Liu's husband.
I had to get out of the toilet because it was not easy to stop in the long run. At this moment, for some unknown reason, the toilet collapsed, suppressing everything inside. It would be impossible not to escape at this moment, as it would be absolutely unacceptable to associate with poisonous snakes!
I escaped from the toilet and looked outside. There was no Widow Liu's husband at all. He was just a straw man swinging in the wind. If I had known this, I would have escaped so early and used it in the dirty toilet. Stayed there for so long?
Looking at the sky, the night was dark and unbearable, and for some unknown reason at this time, a burst of rain began to fall in the sky. It was very cold, and some stones fell instantly in the terrifying cold wind. After a while, it was frozen to death, shattered and broken, and disappeared for a time.
Uncle Feng looked around and saw that Widow Liu's husband was not there. He thought it was an opportunity to escape. Otherwise, he would have sung such a folk song to his woman on the mountain. It was not sung by a human being. It was extremely ugly. After thinking about it now, I really feel very guilty.
And after singing such a folk song, if her husband knew about it, could he spare her?
"I'd better run away, otherwise, maybe Widow Liu's husband will kill me." Uncle Feng almost cried.
After running away for a while, I thought I had escaped, but when I looked back, my God, Widow Liu's husband was still standing behind him, muttering from time to time, as if he was reciting some terrible Dharma words, just lightly. As soon as I thought about it, I couldn't see the road that appeared in front of Uncle Feng. For some reason, I couldn't see it all in an instant. All I saw was a terrible frozen river, emitting bursts of smoke.
Uncle Feng walked up to it. As soon as he stepped on it, he fell down and felt that it was not a big deal. He couldn't stay on the glacier and had to go back. Otherwise, the consequences might be disastrous.
After Uncle Feng retreated, the glacier turned into a wide road again. I didn't dare to take a step at first, but now, where would I go if I didn't escape on that road?
I only stepped on it and fled along that terrible road for a while. I thought I had escaped from the control of Widow Liu's husband. I was secretly happy. It was true. Now I felt safe. I thought it would be safe soon. I got into my own house and no longer had to be afraid.
Uncle Feng stood in front of his house. Yes, his house was in this place. But for some reason, all he saw was a terrible tomb. Looking under the dim moonlight, he even saw a tombstone with some traces on it. The handwriting, but unfortunately Uncle Feng didn't know the handwriting, so he didn't know what he was talking about.
However, there is a huge word "Feng" on the tombstone. When I look down, I don't know it. Moreover, I feel that Widow Liu's husband is chasing me. It would be wrong if I don't run away at this time. , something might happen.
There was no choice but to keep running away. Soon after, he entered the deserted village and stood in front of Widow Liu's door. At this time, he hesitated whether to go in or not. After all, he seemed to have just come out of Widow Liu's house.
Just as she was preparing to escape, she heard Widow Liu open the door of the house with a loud sound. She stood in the courtyard with unkempt hair, smiling constantly at Uncle Feng and licking her fingers, as if she wanted to stay with him forever. People do things where they know.
"Come here." Widow Liu hooked her fingers and said.
"I saw your husband." Uncle Feng no longer had that thought at this time. His face was full of fear, so he had to tell everything about what he had just encountered.
"Where?" Widow Liu asked.
"It's not far ahead." Uncle Feng replied, "Go and find it yourself. I don't dare to go."
After hearing what Uncle Feng said, Widow Liu walked forward. Not long after, she saw her husband's cemetery. There was a machine placed beside the cemetery. It was unfashionable and made a violent sound.
It wasn't until Widow Liu knocked gently for a while that the machine stopped, stopped buzzing, and stayed quietly in the grass, like a broken stone.
Widow Liu was sitting on her husband's grave, in a very bad mood. Thinking of all the good things her husband had done during his lifetime, she felt very concerned and longed for her. No matter how difficult it was, she had to meet her once.
But at this time, nothing was seen. A gust of wind kept blowing, which was very cold. It blew on people's bodies, almost making them tremble. The whole body was like sifting chaff, and it was very embarrassing.
A bright moon hangs high in the sky. At this time, Widow Liu will miss her husband very much and cry endlessly, but she can no longer see her husband.
At this moment, someone not far away started singing that folk song again. It was a very unreliable and even despicable folk song.
"Dear sister, your waist is turned over when you are walking. Two pieces of breasts look like pig liver..."
Widow Liu was listening to such folk songs while walking. For some reason, her face gradually turned red. She didn't want to listen to it, but there was no way. In a place like this, it was inevitable that she would encounter such things. She couldn't think of it. Listen, there's no door.
I didn't want to listen anymore. At this time, the wind blew in the sky. Amidst the extremely shrill sound of the wind, everything seemed to be a bit unbearable. And the person who sang the folk song, after singing for a while, did not dare to sing anymore. Her whole body was twitching constantly, as if she had been possessed by an evil spirit. Fortunately, Widow Liu was not far away from her, so she walked over in a few steps, helped her up, and sent her to the hospital.
But when we entered the hospital, no, that small clinic, the man who sang folk songs had passed away very unfortunately. He looked extremely scary. He was really bleeding from all his orifices, his face was pale, and there was no trace of blood in his body. , has passed away irretrievably.
After Widow Liu returned to her house, she felt very remorseful. From now on, she should not dress so well when going out to meet guests, and her walking posture should also be changed. She must not be as unrestrained and indecent as before.
At this time, Uncle Feng stayed in his room, not daring to go out. He just lay on the bed, listening to the sound of rain outside the door. He felt so desolate, and his mouth felt a little uncomfortable for some reason at this time. It was very painful, but there was no injury on my mouth, so why was it so painful?
It was really a burning pain. I didn’t care about it at this time. I drank some water and put some messy things on it. I felt sleepy for a while and had to lie on the bed. Soon after, I fell asleep. Fall into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, I felt a lot of pain in the area of my mouth. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that there was a malignant sore on it. It was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. If I didn't take care of it at this time, the consequences would be unbearable. .
In the days that followed, Uncle Feng would never dare to sing folk songs, especially those that were not very civilized. Otherwise, even if he sang them, it would sound like he was scolding his mother, alone in the mountains. He was still fine, but when he sang it in front of a large crowd, it became outrageous. Some people threatened that Uncle Feng must stop this kind of behavior immediately, otherwise, one day he would be cut into pieces.
There was no other way. Uncle Feng didn't dare to go to the mountains to sing folk songs for many years. When he had nothing to do, he would kowtow to a statue of Bodhisattva. Over time, the sore on his mouth gradually improved. , not as miserable as before.
Let's say that Fang Hainiang heard folk songs like Uncle Feng's, and she was tempted at this time. She looked for Uncle Feng everywhere, but she searched all over the deep mountains, but still couldn't find any news about Uncle Feng. Suddenly, when the sky was clear, I had no choice but to sit on a rock alone, staring blankly, thinking about Uncle Feng.
As soon as night came, Fang Hainiang sat by a pine forest on a hill, recalling Uncle Feng's songs, and missed him very much, wondering when she could meet him again.
But after such a long time, that damn Uncle Feng didn't show up, as if he had disappeared from the world forever, which made Fang Hainiang a little unwilling. On this day, she chose a night with beautiful flowers and a full moon, and quietly went to Feng's house alone. At the door of the uncle's house, there would be a gentle knock on the door from time to time.
When Uncle Feng woke up, he heard someone knocking on the door, so he opened the door and looked outside. At first, he seemed to see that person, but in the end he didn't see anything. It was just the wind, Uncle Feng was knocking. Yawning, she closed the door and continued to sleep inside. Fang Hainiang, who was staying outside, turned into a gust of green wind and disappeared into the depths of the night because of Uncle Feng's unwillingness to see her. .
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