In desperation, I hugged the tree trunk with both hands, rubbed against it a few times, climbed up the tree, and hid among the dense branches and leaves.
At this time, the moon emerged from the clouds, and under the hazy moonlight, the surrounding scenery was vaguely visible.
I saw my uncle dragging a long shadow.
He ran over crookedly.
When the big buffalo saw his uncle, he roared again, put his head down, raised his two long horns, and ran towards his uncle.
When my uncle saw the big buffalo, he was startled for a moment, laughed wildly for a while, and said loudly: "You can stop me even if you are alone."
After saying that, I saw my uncle open his arms and raise his hand towards the big buffalo.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up from the ground and hit the big buffalo.
The big buffalo didn't even bark.
It fell to the ground with a plop and remained motionless.
I was dumbfounded by this scene.
My uncle knows some magic, I know it.
However, following him for so many years.
I've never seen him with such great abilities.
I don't know whether he has always known this skill or whether he just recently learned it from somewhere else.
My uncle has lost his humanity, and I don’t dare to let him know that I am hiding in a tree.
I sat astride a branch, motionless, even breathing cautiously.
But after my uncle put down the big buffalo, he looked around and murmured where the people were.
Then he turned around and followed the path he came from, heading towards the small forest.
I didn't climb down from the tree until my uncle's figure disappeared without a trace in the woods.
At this time, I dare not go to my uncle no matter what.
He has lost his humanity.
If I go to him, he may strangle me like he did just now until he strangles me to death.
I identified the direction and ran away from Baiguling.
I then went to the nearby road to hail a taxi and went straight back to the rental house.
Along the way, I felt very sad.
My uncle is as kind as a mountain to me.
How much I want to be filial to him, but now he has become as inhuman as a devil, and I can't do anything about it.
I'm really useless.
It was around three o'clock in the morning when we returned to the rental house.
Because I just experienced a frightening thing, I didn't feel sleepy at all.
Before the lights in the living room were turned on, I sat down on the sofa, picked up the phone, and wanted to call Lao Zhao and ask him for help.
Before the number was dialed, suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the uncle's room, and then there was a clearly audible breathing sound.
My heart tightened, who was inside?
When I left Baiguling, my uncle had not come out from Baiguling.
The person in the room was definitely not my uncle.
In all likelihood, there might have been a break-in, but that's not right.
The building we rented has very good anti-theft facilities.
My uncle and I have lived here for more than ten years and there has never been a break-in. and.
Our family doesn’t have much money.
What stupid thief would care about our family?
I couldn't figure out who it would be inside, and I was so nervous that I didn't even want to make a call.
I put down the phone, picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table as a self-defense weapon, and then walked slowly towards my uncle's room.
At this time, I dare not turn on the light.
I still haven't figured out who is in the room.
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If it's a bad guy and I can't defeat him, turning on the light will only cause trouble for myself When I arrived at the door of my uncle's room, I quietly peeked in.
What I saw shocked me.
Through the dim light projected from the window, I saw a person lying on my uncle's bed.
This person is obviously my uncle I covered my mouth and forced myself not to make any sound, but my heart was beating rapidly.
Isn't my uncle still at Baigu Ridge and hasn't come back yet?
Why did he suddenly come home before me?
When I was at Baigu Ridge just now, I had already experienced and witnessed my uncle's power.
This time.
I don't dare to go in no matter what, I'm afraid my uncle will strangle me.
I tiptoed back to my room, covered my head with a quilt, and then called Lao Zhao.
I want him to come over quickly and help me.
Lao Zhao is really annoying.
As soon as the call was connected, he got angry at me, saying that he called me in the middle of the night and kept people from sleeping before I could finish my words.
The guy hung up the phone.
I simply sent him a text message first and then called him.
This time, he finally listened patiently to what I had to say.
He was in disbelief at what I said: "You brat, it's true that Mr.
Donald has become so scary."
"Really if it wasn't like this, would I have called you in the middle of the night?
You bastard, if you don't come over, I can't spare you."
I was so anxious that I almost cried.
Lao Zhao comforted me a few words and told me to hold the knife in my hand for defense.
He rushed over right away.
After hanging up the phone, my heart felt a little relieved.
Lao Zhao has more social experience than me.
With his help, the problem should be solved easily.
About half an hour later, Lao Zhao arrived.
When he came to the door, he didn't dare to knock on the door, but sent me a text message.
I put down my phone, walked quietly to the door, opened the door and let him in.
Lao Zhao and I were discussing countermeasures in a low voice.
Suddenly, a sound of "Alas" came from the room.
The sound sounded like it was made when stretching.
Even so, Lao Zhao and I were still shocked.
"Bad boy.
If Old Ghost Tang is really what you said, I guess he may be possessed by a ghost.
Let's take a look with the ghost mirror."
Old Zhao said as he took out the ghost mirror from his arms.
I don't agree with Lao Zhao at all.
My uncle is a fortune teller.
If he is possessed by a ghost, it would be a big joke.
But before I could say anything, Lao Zhao had already pointed the ghost mirror into my uncle's room.
I looked into the ghost mirror, and there was no ghost at all on the mirror.
"Old Zhao.
My uncle is not possessed by a ghost.
You underestimate my uncle too much," I said with some dissatisfaction.
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"Alas" my uncle's voice came from the room again.
Lao Zhao and I were startled at first, and then we quietly looked inside.
In the dim light, I saw my uncle get off the bed, unzip his pants, and urinate in the room.
My mind is full of doubts.
Is my uncle possessed by evil spirits?
Why is he peeing everywhere like a child?
"I think Old Man Tang is probably crazy," Old Zhao said in a low voice.
Because when my uncle was urinating, his back was to the door, and I couldn't see his face.
I wonder if he had a huge triangular mole on his face like the one I saw at Baiguling.
After urinating, my uncle went back to bed and lay down.
I noticed that his walking posture was staggering and he looked like he was struggling.
At this moment, he is completely like a waning old man, completely different from the powerful demon from Baiguling.
Lao Zhao and I watched at the door for a while, but we didn't see any further actions from my uncle.
Soon after he returned to bed, he fell asleep and snored.
At Lao Zhao's suggestion, I braved myself to go in and take a look.
This sight made me very sad.
As expected, my uncle had a large triangular mole on his face, which was exactly the same as the one I saw in Baiguling.
I really don’t know how my uncle got such an ugly and sinister mole.
Lao Zhao and I stayed on guard until dawn, but my uncle didn't do anything unusual again.
All monsters and ghosts are afraid of the sun.
When the first ray of sunshine came in thankfully from the window, Lao Zhao and I both breathed a sigh of relief.
I boldly walked in and woke my uncle up.
The moment my uncle turned over to face me, my heart twitched.
I saw that my uncle's facial muscles were slack, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were dull, like a critically ill patient who was dying.
"Uncle" I burst into tears and reached out to grab my uncle's hand.
Lao Zhao suddenly stretched out his hand to stop me and gave me a look to stop me from touching my uncle.
I thought of what happened last night, and suddenly I felt a little scared.
However, if my uncle is so weak, how can he hurt me?
Moreover, it is broad daylight now.
I still insisted on picking up my uncle's hand.
My uncle's hand was so thin that it was only skin and bones, and it was very cold.
With tears in my eyes, I asked my uncle why he went to Baigu Ridge last night.
Why did he suddenly grow such a terrible triangular mole?
Why did he suddenly become so weak?
My uncle didn't answer any of my questions.
He raised his eyelids with difficulty and said to Old Zhao with difficulty: "Old Zhao, can you go out for a while?
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