After Lao Liutou finished telling this personal experience, he looked at me expectantly and asked me if I knew what was going on and how I could escape this disaster.
I analyzed his story, and there was a striking similarity in it.
Let’s start with the girl’s words.
She first said that she stayed here waiting for her companions, and then said that everyone was lying to her, leaving her alone.
People were left there.
When Lao Liutou and the others made a vow during their sworn vows, they did not wish to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but they wished to die in the same year, the same month and the same day.
They all violated their oaths and agreements.
But how to break this disaster, I really can't say, because I have never encountered such a thing.
Maybe the master knows, but he doesn't know where he is now.
When Lao Liutou heard that I didn't know how to crack it, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed deeply, God's will, this is God's will.
Of course I knew what he meant by God's will, and I had already escaped disaster before, but at our request, he accidentally told us his personal experience as a story, which happened to be learned by Xiao Yang's ghost. , traveled thousands of miles to find this place.
I washed the towel on Lao Liutou's head again and put it on it.
From his eyes, I saw gratitude.
Although I didn't do anything, maybe it was because I cared about his things.
Suddenly, Lao Liutou sat up.
He said that they were already here and were standing behind me.
I turned around and saw nothing.
If there really was a ghost, I would definitely be able to see it.
I told him that I had opened my Yin and Yang eyes, and there was no one else in the tent, just the two of us.
Old Liu shook his head and insisted on his opinion.
He also said that they were smiling at him.
I thought it might be that Liu was hallucinating because of his high fever.
I suddenly had a strange feeling from Lao Liutou.
Maybe this feeling is called relief.
Old Liu Tou smiled and said that he might not survive tonight, saying that his three brothers were waiting for his reunion.
I comforted Old Liu and said that I would stay with him tonight to see who was causing trouble again.
As a result, he refused righteously and said that it was his own business and I didn't need to worry about it anymore.
Just when I was about to say something else, Lao Liu issued an eviction order, saying that it was getting late and it was not safe to walk at night, so he asked me to go back early.
In desperation, I left a yellow talisman for him to defend himself.
This time he did not refuse.
After accepting it, he put it in his personal clothes.
On the way back to the Taoist Temple, I was quite unhappy.
Was such an interesting old man going to leave like this?
As usual, I cleaned the yard, finished my homework, and started my daily homework.
Burn incense and sit quietly.
Late at night, I was lying in bed, thinking about Lao Liutou, hoping that he could open his heart and live well.
I don’t know when, I finally fell asleep.
In my dream, Old Liu Tou was lecturing us in high spirits.
After class, he also told us a true and false story about the Monkey King.
Looking at his energetic look, I am extremely pleased, it seems that he has opened his heart and survived this disaster.
After telling the story, Old Liu Tou came to my side, patted my shoulder and said that I should study hard in the future and strive to become a useful talent for the country.
I was still a little confused at the time, why would he suddenly ask me to study hard, not to mention that I had already worked very hard.
When Old Liu Tou finished those words, he turned into wisps of smoke and slowly dissipated in the classroom.
"Old Liu Tou" blurted out the sentence, and I rubbed my sleepy eyes.
It was already getting bright, and it turned out to be just a dream.
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Does this dream have any meaning?
I was a little worried about him, so I put on my clothes and ran to Lao Liutou's tent.
When I opened the tent door, a strong smell of blood hit my nostrils.
When I looked at Old Liu Tou, I was stunned.
I saw Lao Liu's head lying in a pool of blood, his stomach was cut open by something unknown, his intestines flowed all over the floor, and his heart was dug out, and his whereabouts were unknown.
She held his head tightly with both hands and placed it on her waist.
Her face seemed to be chuckling, full of relief.
On his lap was the talisman paper that had been dyed red.
I put down the door curtain, turned around and vomited, even last night's porridge.
It was so disgusting.
In the afternoon, the roaring police car arrived here.
After investigating the scene and understanding the situation, it was determined that it was a homicide.
It may have been because of listening to the ghost story of Old Liu Tou.
After several inquiries, I became suspicious. maximum.
About two hours later, I entered the city for the first time in my life, but the location was actually the police station.
After a day and night of interrogation, I couldn't explain anything, and finally became a murderer and was sent to a juvenile correctional center.
I was a little excited when I first entered this place.
Looking at the reformed laborers one by one, it felt very fresh, and I secretly laughed at their embarrassment.
Not long after I entered, I became one of them.
My hair like a chicken coop was shaved off, and I was completely miserable.
I was assigned to a group prison.
When I went to the prison, I saw a large cell that was empty.
I asked the guard why I had to live in a group prison and why I couldn't go to that cell.
The guard just smiled and said that if I wanted to live there, he could help me apply.
Maybe there was something hidden in it, so I changed the subject and didn't mention it again.
After the guards left, a group of reformers surrounded me like curious babies, asking questions.
When I told them that I was just a child from a poor ravine, they seemed to lose interest and returned to their beds one after another. .
The prison warden pointed to an empty bed and asked me to sleep there, then ignored me.
Chatting enthusiastically with others.
No matter where you go, as long as you have a group of people, the nightlife is perfect.
They chatted from east to west, from heaven to earth, and through chatting, we quickly got to know each other.
When they talked about picking up girls, I couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Is this how they live in the city?
They think about falling in love at a young age.
I remember that in nearby villages people only discuss marriage when they are 17 or 18 years old.
After they finished talking about this topic, I asked them a question, which was why the prison I saw before was empty and why were these seventeen or eighteen people crowded here.
They said that if I wanted to live there, I could live there by myself.
They said that the cell was very evil and that the people who lived there before would either get seriously ill or meet the King of Hell directly
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