C12 Killing Night

The Buddha statue had already sunk to the bottom of the river, I had seen it with my own eyes, and now Hu Dali was telling me that it was right behind me.

That made me shiver. I jerked my head so hard that I nearly twisted my neck.

However, there was nothing behind him.

I heaved a sigh of relief and said to Hu Dali: "You've learned bad, you've learned how to lie."

Hu Dali muttered: "It's fine if you don't want to give it to me, it's obviously there, you just won't admit it."

Then he went out unhappily.

I was a little puzzled to see him like that. Did this brat really see something? I scratched my head and looked behind me. There was only an earthen wall, and most of the skin had already fallen off. There shouldn't be any Buddha statues.

I looked again at the ground and saw nothing but dust.

Just as I was wondering, my eyes inadvertently swept over the wall, then I froze, and immediately after, cold sweat began to appear.

There really is a Buddha statue here, I see it.

It was a shadow, falling on the wall. The shadow was black, but the outline was clear. A man sat with a coffin in his hand.

I jumped up from my chair and tried to get out of there. However, a strange scene appeared. That shadow also moved.

My head buzzed as I thought of a terrible possibility.

I stretched my arms, and Shadow did the same, but only very slightly, because he had to hold the coffin in his arms.

I kicked my leg, and so did Shadow, but when I finished, I wound my leg back around.

I really couldn't take it anymore. I let out a scream from my throat and rushed into the courtyard. When I passed through the doorstep, I tripped and fell to the ground. There was dust everywhere, and stars were shining in my eyes.

Hu Dali surrounded me, surrounded me and praised repeatedly: "I really want to call all of the village's girls over to take a look. I'm not stupid, that's what you call stupid. "

I lay on my stomach and didn't say anything. I rested for about ten seconds before I stood up.

While the uncle was cooking, he asked, "What's going on?"

I said breathlessly, "Buddha, Buddha is back."

Hu Dali said complacently: "How about it? Didn't I say there's a Buddha statue? "

The uncle realized how serious the problem was and asked with a serious face, "Where is the Buddha statue?"

I pointed at my feet and said, "Shadow. It has become my shadow. "

Then the light from the stove fell on me, and my shadow lay flat along the floor. It was like a huge wild beast with its mouth wide open, following me closely and following me closely, ready to swallow me at any moment.

I asked the clan uncle, "What do we do now?"

The clan uncle walked over and sized me up before asking, "Do you feel it?"

I replied, "I feel a chill in my heart and my body."

The uncle said, "I'm not asking you about your psychological feelings. Do you feel pain or itch? Or was he completely weak? Or see an illusion? "

Every time uncle says something, I will shake my head. Finally, I said, "To be honest, if I hadn't seen my shadow, I really wouldn't have felt anything out of the ordinary."

The clan uncle was silent for two seconds before he said, "The ninth day. Actually, when I was crooked my mouth for a while, it was pretty uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I dreamt at night, my crooked mouth would be cured. After all these years, aren't you used to it? "

I frowned. "What does that mean?"

The clan uncle said, "Actually, this disease of yours can't be considered a disease. The shadow was strange. What was the big deal? Just get used to it. "

I opened my eyes wide and was speechless for a long time. "Uncle, is this the shadow's problem? It was the Master Xue who had already come looking for him. In a few months, I'll probably have to become his double, not knowing where to bury him. "

The clan uncle forced a smile, "Aren't I comforting you? How about this, since you're not going back to the city for the next two days, tomorrow we'll go to the Stonemason Village and burn some paper money for the Master Xue to say some good words. If you don't, I'll go to town and hire a master for you. If that doesn't work, we'll spend a few months looking for his body. I don't believe that I won't be able to find it. "

I sighed and whispered, "That's the only way."

The clan uncle said, "That's enough. We'll worry about it tomorrow. Let's eat first. "

When Hu Dali heard the two words "eat," his saliva almost flowed out. "Uncle, what kind of food is it today?

The clan uncle chuckled and said somewhat proudly, "This is my specialty, jumping off a wall."

As soon as I heard the name, I lost my appetite.

After finishing their meal, it was already late. Hu Dali and his clan uncle did not go home, but instead went to sleep at my house. They didn't say why, but I knew they were afraid I was scared.

I was touched, but I soon learned that this company was of no use at all. Because they were snoring and I couldn't sleep.

I lay in bed, thinking of my shadow.

In college, whenever it was late at night, the male dorms would always have some strange hobbies. Some like to watch microfilm, the time is relatively short, the scene is relatively simple, the protagonist is less, the lines are also more monotonous. Some liked to play games, with red rabbit horses at the crotch and dragon-slaying sabers in their hands, while they only wore underwear. Some liked to sit on the balcony and play their guitars. The lyrics were short hair and a long skirt. Pure love. In their minds, they were thinking about the thighs of the girls' dormitories opposite them.

We like to turn off the lights, lock the door, draw the curtains, and turn on the radio to listen to ghost stories.

At the beginning of listening, often scared the scalp tingling, nightmares at night, time, the threshold is higher and higher. Toward graduation, we had a sit-down session and voted for the worst story in four years. The last story, "Back to Back", was voted.

The story was simple, simple enough to be summed up in a few words: the unwitting living slept in the bed, the rotting dead nailed under the bed. Every night, there would be a faint sigh from under the bed: Back to back, it was really comfortable ?

The story left me with a legacy: I never wore shoes or clothes of any brand. Go to a strange place to sleep. Always look under the bed to see what's there.

Now that I've graduated, I'm going to forget the ghost stories, but tonight, I remember them all, especially that back-to-back story.

If I close my eyes, I can feel my shadow against my back, against my back. I could even imagine its contented expression, and I would take the initiative to tune it up: Back to back... How comfortable ?

I shivered so hard that it scared myself. It scared the hell out of me.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly heard Hu Dali whisper in my ear, "Hu Chujiu, are you asleep?"

I jumped in shock and opened my eyes subconsciously, but I held back. Because I felt something was wrong.

After Hu Dali called out to me, there were no more movements, but if I did not open my eyes, I was afraid that he had not left yet. Because I didn't hear him leave.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, three minutes, five minutes ? I counted my heartbeats in silence.

It wasn't until about ten minutes later that I heard his voice again. "Are you asleep?"

My scalp tingled and my heart thumped in my chest. He didn't move at all. He waited beside me for ten minutes? If I hadn't opened my eyes, I would have seen him staring at me.

I didn't move, and there was a rustling sound around me. The voice gradually disappeared into the distance in the direction of clan uncle.

I quietly opened my eyes a crack, and saw Hu Dali walk towards my clan uncle's bedside. Then he lowered his head, and whispered into the clan uncle's ear, "Uncle ?" Are you asleep? "

The clan uncle smacked his lips. He extended his hand to pick at his ear, turning his body over and continuing to snore.

Hu Dali half squatted as he stood there. After a full ten minutes, he went over and said: "Are you asleep?"

The whole process was exactly the same as what happened to me.

The clan uncle was sound asleep and had no reaction at all.

I can only see Hu Dali's face from the side, but it's already enough. I saw him reveal a strange smile. He stretched out both hands to strangle his uncle.

Startled, I tried to sit up. But his hand stopped.

I saw a blank look on his face, which obviously belonged to Hu Dali himself. He shook his head vigorously and muttered, "No, no. He's my uncle. "

He then stretched out his hand and slapped himself a dozen times. Then, a vicious expression appeared on his face. "Kill him. Kill him. Kill him."

His face was full of malice, and he put his hand on his uncle's neck. But at this time, Hu Dali's face appeared again. He was close to tears, "No no no ?."

A second later, his face changed again. "He's not your uncle. His life should have been handed over long ago."

Then, he began to use that strange tone of voice and said, "It's not the Chai Hu, it's Hu Chai. I beg the great deity to bless my father, Hu Chai, and protect him from all diseases, and to live for a hundred years ? "

I see, I see. It was the words that came from the Golden Toad Temple. So it had been hiding on Hu Dali's body the entire time. It was now late at night, and it could no longer hold back any longer, wanting to control Hu Dali to kill its uncle.

It takes twenty or thirty seconds for one man to strangle another, so I don't have to hurry. I need to find a weapon.

Hu Dali only had simple thoughts, which was why he had so much power. Without this guy, I might not be his match.

I touched the bed and took out a flashlight tube. Iron, with three number one batteries in it. It was around two jin in weight, and when swung, it could produce an impact of dozens of jin. Even Hu Dali could not bear it.

However, just as I grabbed the flashlight barrel, my uncle coughed twice and then reached for his neck.

Hu Dali's hand was hesitating on his neck; in the end, she was still going to wake him up.

Hu Dali immediately retracted his hand and left the house in a hurry. The clan uncle blankly opened his eyes, looked around, and then closed his eyes.

Taking advantage of Hu Dali's absence, I called out, "Uncle Clan, Uncle Clan."

I was greeted by a snore. I was flabbergasted. "He, he, he went to sleep too f * cking fast."

I was about to get out of bed and shake him awake when I heard footsteps at the door. I turned my head to see that Hu Dali had returned with a shiny kitchen knife in his hand.