A clay figurine, a lifelike clay figurine, is almost like it is alive.
In particular, those eyes are very divine, and they don't look like clay sculptures at all.
Xu Yang couldn't help but exclaim: "It's such a delicate clay figure, but how can it have such a strong smell?"
Others also saw it and were immediately intrigued.
That clay figure is the appearance of a child, so godly.
It was dark, and at first glance, I thought it was a child hiding in the corner.
Zhao Dabao said: "To be able to pinch out such a delicate clay figure, I'm afraid only the clay figure is Zhang." ” Clay man Zhang is the most famous clay maker in Kaiyuan City, famous for kneading clay figures.
The clay figurines he pinched, whether large or small, are very expressive and lifelike.
The clay figurines pinched out by Zhang are regarded as works of art, and many large families have his works in their homes, which are quite popular.
Even some people from the big city came here just to buy the clay figurines he kneaded.
Some people, eager to have a child, will also buy a chubby clay figurine from the clay figurine Zhang for at home, hoping to give birth to a fat boy too.
Xu Yang had also heard of the clay figurine, just a few days ago.
At that time, someone went to the Mingyue Inn for dinner, and said that the clay man Zhang was missing. disappeared at the same time as the clay figure Zhang, as well as Yang Million's son, the eldest lady of the Li family on Baihua Street.
After Zhao Dabao finished speaking, he said again: "Hey, why is it so stinky, it seems to be emanating from the clay figure."
Do you smell it?"
A few people wrinkled their noses, naturally smelling the stench.
At that moment, the woman's exclamation was heard from inside the room.
"Son, where are you going, the chicken feet will be ready immediately, and they will be ready to eat soon."
"Son, don't run away, my mother is here."
Then, Xu Yang saw the woman running out of the kitchen with her hair scattered, her eyes full of anxious looks.
She seemed to be chasing something, and the direction she ran in was the location of the clay figure in the corner.
Xu Yang and the others stood at the door, and the woman ran to the corner of the wall as if she didn't see Xu Yang.
Suddenly, the woman stopped, for she saw the clay figure in the corner.
"Son, my son" The moment the woman saw the clay figure, she let out a cry of excitement that bordered on madness again.
"Son, don't go, my mother is here, my mother will make chicken feet for you."
As she spoke, the woman reached out and hugged the clay figure tightly.
In the blink of an eye, it really looks like a mother holding her child.
That woman is indeed too realistic.
When everyone saw this scene, you look at me, I look at you, and at the same time, they were surprised, but they also felt that this woman must be crazy, and she had a brain problem, so she would take a clay figure as her son.
However, the next moment the woman suddenly threw away the clay figure in her arms and said, "Ah, no, you are not my son, my son does not smell, my son is warm, not so cold."
Say, who the hell are you and why are you pretending to be my son" The woman asked the clay figure in front of her with an almost crazy roar: "Where did you come from, I don't have a clay figure at home, you bad thing, where did you hide my son, you give back my son" Roaring, the woman picked up the stick next to her and smashed it down on the clay figure.
Then, Xu Yang and the others were stunned by the next scene.
As the woman continued to hit the clay figure with a wooden stick, after a few crisp sounds, the clay figure shattered.
Inside the clay figure, a child actually fell out, a real little boy.
The child seemed to be asleep, motionless.
When Xu Yang and the others saw this scene, they didn't speak for a while, and they even forgot to breathe.
Inside the clay figurine, there was a little boy hidden The most incredible thing is that although the little boy fell out of the clay figure, there was no mud on his body at all, he was very clean and his appearance was very clear.
Zhao Dabao wiped his eyes and said in horror: "I—I'm not mistaken."
Liuyun next to him said, "You read that right.
It was indeed a little boy, and the clay figure just now was exactly the same as this little boy, and it was simply made according to the appearance of this little boy. ” When the woman saw the child who suddenly fell out, her eyes straightened, and she suddenly cried out, "Son" The woman was so excited that she picked up the child who had fallen on the ground as soon as possible.
"Son, why are you hiding in the mud figure, are you playing hide and seek with your mother?"
However, no matter how the woman cried, the child in her arms remained motionless and did not respond.
He's dead The little boy is dead When Xu Yang saw this scene, he was terrified.
He walked over quickly and saw that the little boy was indeed no longer breathing.
The little boy's body did not decompose, and it looked like he was asleep, which was very surprising.
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And the stench just now didn't come from the little boy, but from the mud.
A wisp of black qi floated out of the little boy's body, submerged into Xu Yang's body, and was absorbed by the Book of Spiritual Energy.
Suddenly, Xu Yang's heart was even more shocked, this little boy was poisoned by a strange ghost The woman finally reacted at this time, saw Xu Yang's them, and asked, "Who are you and why are you in my house?"
Xu Yang was just about to explain, but when he thought of the woman, she lowered her head again, looked at the little boy in her arms, and said, "Son, why don't you move, are you sleepy and asleep?"
As she spoke, she shook the little boy in her arms vigorously, trying to wake him up.
But the little boy's breathing has long been gone, how can he wake up Xu Yang said: "Auntie, he is dead. ” "Nonsense, how can my son die, he is just asleep, he still has to eat the chicken feet I made, and listen to my stories" The woman's eyes were red and she roared.
After Xu Yang saw it, he shook his head helplessly, this woman is not crazy yet, but she is not far from collapse.
Liuyun walked up to Xu Yang and said, "Childe, what should I do now?"
Xu Yang said: "Report to the official, this matter needs to be investigated."
What happened to this clay figure and how the little boy died, all need to be found out. ” Xu Yang had an uneasy feeling in his heart, the little boy's death seemed to be related to the strange ghost, because there was black gas on it When the woman saw that the little boy in her arms had not woken up for a long time, she burst into tears and cried very sadly.
At this time, she seemed to wake up a lot and found that the child in her arms was dead.
She couldn't accept this fact and had already cried into tears.
Suddenly, an old man came in through the gate.
After Xu Yang saw it, he was stunned for a moment, that person was none other than the old man who sold him a ghost head knife not long ago.
When the old man saw Xu Yang, he made a surprised voice: "Childe, why are you here?"
Xu Yang said: "This aunt went to the Mingyue Inn to find someone, and we will follow over to have a look."
What about you, why are you here, is this your home":