I was a little scared, but I reassured myself that maybe something was falling on the window in the wind, or maybe I had misheard.
So I lay down again, not daring to close my eyes.
The passenger door suddenly made a slight squeak, as if something was scratching at the door, and it sounded a bit like the movement of fingernails scraping a blackboard, and I couldn't stand the sound the most, and I got goosebumps.
I felt the dagger in my coat pocket and clutched it tightly in my hand, although I knew very well that if it was a living corpse or something, it would be useless to have a knife or a gun.
The voice began to move upwards, and I stared intently at the window when I saw a small, dead purple hand on my window.
Immediately afterward, another little hand climbed up, and I was already terrified to the extreme, waiting for a rotting blue-gray child's head to appear in my car window.
Maybe it would grin at me, revealing two tiny yellowed baby teeth.
Goosebumps rose layer after layer, and I felt like my hair was standing on end.
I wanted to shout loudly, but after all, I didn't say a word, and let the tide of terror rush towards me, and my mind was already blank.
Besides, even if I do call for help, I'm afraid no one will come to my rescue.
I thought, as long as I don't leave the car, don't open the window, don't unlock the door, I'll be fine, and a dead baby is a zombie, it's not as long as one of my legs.
Thinking about it, I felt better, and at the same time, I didn't have to sit still, just start the car and get rid of this little thing Raising the back of the seat, I started the car and was about to drive out, when I noticed that the little hands were gone, replaced by an old man's face, and the full silver hair looked very strange in the dark night.
The old lady with the basket on her back appeared, and at this time she was holding the dead child in her arms, wrapped in a red mattress.
The old lady's expression looked a little tangled, as if she was anxious about the child in her arms, and as if she wanted to say something to me.
She opened her mouth and said something I couldn't hear, then she gestured at me and told me to open the door and lower the window.
I looked at her and didn't make any movements, I would never open the door for her, and of course I didn't drive away.
The old lady frowned.
At this time, the dead child in her arms began to make a fuss, and the old lady no longer paid attention to me, but gently shook the child in her arms like a normal child to sleep, patting the mattress to help the child sleep.
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Soon the child stopped, and the old lady put down the basket on her back, put the child in and covered it, and then put it back on her back and stood up.
She gestured to me and pointed her index finger to the front of my car.
I didn't understand what she meant, I looked confused, and when the old lady saw that I didn't open the door for her, and didn't listen to her, she sighed, shook her head, and walked to the front.
After taking two steps, she looked back at me and beckoned at me, as if to ask me to follow her.
I stared at her, didn't move, how could I go with her, she told me before, don't come back, now that I'm back, maybe I've offended her something, so she wants to kill me.
The old lady stood in the distance, looked at me with a resentful, resentful look for a moment, and then finally turned away and disappeared into the rugged path of Potou Village.
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