I immediately came to my senses and touched the little fat man, meaning to cheer him up.The little fat man understood, and made a fearless appearance by stalking his neck, but in fact, the little fat hand trembled vigorously.Donald was lying flat with bated breath as we said, without fear, before falling asleep, and even bored, he used his fingers on the hardwood next to the bed to knock out a tune of Jiangnan folk songs, which reminded me of Guan Yun, who was talking and laughing and playing chess when he scraped his bones and healed his wounds.Donald seems to be a real hero, and I think he did this, not necessarily because he was afraid of death, but more likely because he wanted to know the truth about this matter.Thinking about it, the voice behind him was getting closer and closer.All three of us had mud on our heads, and now that "kid" should not be able to see us.And as the voice got closer, I suddenly smelled a smell of earth.It's as if it had just rained in the summer, or sweet potatoes and peanuts had just been turned out of the ground, and it was a particularly fresh earthy smell.Is this kid really out of the ground?
I was also curious, and wanted to see what the child really looked like, but when I looked back, my brain suddenly exploded, and the ball, a short figure, was standing motionless behind me—as if it had seen me a long time ago.I suddenly remembered that during the day, Donald also said, this kid - just behind the corner, watching us laugh!
What people are most afraid of is the unknown, and my cold sweat is flowing down from the door of my head - our heads are obviously smeared with mud, how can he see us?
Still is......
I realized that he didn't notice us, but just guessed that we were going to do something today, so now, he was tempting us like a blind man touching an elephant?
He wants to touch, and we can't bear his way of touching!
The mud can't make our bodies disappear with it!
The little fat man never dared to look up, even if it was out of human instinct's sixth sense, he felt that something must be coming behind him, and he couldn't stop trembling on his body.At this time, fortunately in the midst of misfortune, the black figure did not seem to touch me, only heard the sound of "rustling", and then he touched the head of the bed.Then, Donald's voice rang out, but his eyes didn't open, as if he was talking in a dream, saying what are you doing standing there?
The child did not move, nor did he say anything.I guess he wants to pull Donald away, but he is afraid of Donald's ghost withdrawal order.It was almost time to leave, I pulled the little fat man and motioned for the little fat man to get things ready—the ink fountain line.The ink fountain line is a thing used by carpenters to measure, and like a ruler, it is a thing that represents "good".Let's catch this first.The little fat man is estimated to be a fledgling, and he has no experience in dealing with evil things before, and his hands are trembling, but in order to be able to put the evil thing on it, he also gritted his teeth, and the two of us are like shaking the rope for people, one left and one right stood on the Shen Tu Yu base, and the line ran to the small figure to go around.The kid seemed to notice something, and turned his head suddenly, but the speed at which he noticed it was not as fast as the ink fountain line bounced, and it was entangled in one fell swoop.I'm happy in my heart, I can hold this goods now, and I can ask for it.didn't think about it, this movement woke up Xiao Song at once.Xiao Song Fan stared at him and found that we had tied up the little thing, and he got up with a grunt, staring at the child deadly, and began to command blindly: "Little fat man, you use some strength, your kidneys are weak!"
And you, the one from the Daomen, sell me some strength and entangle him to death, don't be afraid that the ink fountain line will break!
”The little fat man was already very nervous, and the ink fountain line was slippery and lost, and was so urged by Xiao Song, the little fat man was also anxious, so he put the line in, it didn't matter, it was actually given to the slippery hand, I was still working my own side, and the little fat man was loose, and I lost my balance here, and I was taken on a heel at that time, lying on the glutinous rice flour.That kid is not stupid, the ink fountain line is so loose, his body is like electricity, and he is about to run outside.Seeing this, the little fat man immediately wanted to take back the ink fountain line, but it was actually quite late, because as long as the ink fountain line was entangled in the child's feet, it would work.My hand never let go, as long as the little fat man took it, it was no problem.But who knew that Xiao Song himself pounced, snatched the ink fountain line from the little fat man's side, and scolded: "You can't do such a thing well, you don't want to be promoted to the Xuan level in your life!"
”As he spoke, he was going to pull the ink bucket line.In fact, when Xiao Song grabbed the ink bucket line, my heart sank - at that moment, the lightning was so delayed by Xiao Song, that kid was not stupid, he didn't buy himself time to escape, why did he wait for you to trap him?
Sure enough, as soon as the ink fountain line in his hand was loosened, the child's voice jumped forward, jumped out of the ink fountain line, and the small figure blended into the moonlight and disappeared.Xiao Song looked at it, stomped his feet angrily, and said, "Why are you two so stupid, what do you eat in the Heavenly Master's Mansion?"
If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to live, and I wouldn't be able to afford to lose this person if I lived!
”If it weren't for you, the child would have caught it by now, and he still has the face to squeak here.The little fat man was also a little unconvinced, so he had to argue, and said: "Captain Song, I was able to catch the ink fountain line just now, but you grabbed the ......"
When Xiao Song heard this, he suddenly jumped even more violently, and scolded: "You missed it yourself, and you are embarrassed to throw the black pot at me?"
Are you the ones who take the handle, and do you have a little responsibility?
The Heavenly Master's Mansion raises you ungrateful and disrespectful white-eyed wolves, it is better to raise a dog, the dog still knows the protector, you ......"
"Ahem ......"
At this time, Donald was woken up, with a tired voice, and said, "What's wrong?"
”As soon as Xiao Song saw that Tang Lao had woken up, he immediately changed his face, and said respectfully: "Donald, I'm sorry, these two apprentices are not sensible, and things are not good, I have planned things, but I was still smashed by them, so I reprimanded two sentences, I didn't expect to disturb you, and I hope you will forgive me......" said, and looked back at the two of us viciously, saying that these two boys were negligent in their duties and almost killed Donald in an accident, and they must be punished well when they go back, so as to set an example and never tolerate them.The corners of the little fat man's mouth twitched, and he had to defend himself with Xiao Song.I grabbed the little fat man and said it's useless, forget it.According to Xiao Song's urine, black can be said to be white, and it is normal to rely on us for everything, for this kind of person, there is a fart to justify, it's just a waste of words, it's better to save some saliva.I looked at Donald and said this time, did you dream?
When Xiao Song saw that I was embarrassed to talk to Donald, he raised a finger and was about to scold me, but Donald waved his hand, signaled Xiao Song to stop the meeting, looked at me and said, I dreamed - I dreamed that the child was standing beside me, holding my hand, and wanted me to go, I couldn't help but want to follow, but my body seemed to be pressed with a thousand catties of boulders, and I couldn't move, just at this time, you and the little fat man pulled him down.Pity......
Speaking of this, Donald narrowed his sharp eyes and looked at Xiao Song.Xiao Song was stunned for a moment, but he didn't think that he would let Tang Lao see it in that instant, and after thinking about it again, he still stiffened his neck and said: "It's a pity that the two of them are not doing well, which makes Tang Lao frightened, don't worry, I will definitely let the two of them arrest that troublesome thing for you to apologize!"
”I looked at Donald's hand and saw that there were indeed traces of dirt on it, so I went over and took a closer look - yes, it was definitely not local soil.At this time, Donald's doorbell rang, and an old man in striped pajamas walked in rubbing his eyes, saying that Old Tang was noisy here in the middle of the night, I had a nervous breakdown, and finally fell asleep, and I was woken up by you.Before Donald could speak, the old man squinted, took out the glasses hanging around his neck and put them on, and said with a little surprise, where did you get this mud?
When Donald heard this, he immediately asked, "Old Ma, do you know this?"
”The old man known as Lao Ma said: "I have been engaged in porcelain research all my life, of course I know it, this is not Qilin soil!"
”It turns out that Qilin soil is a kind of soil that specializes in porcelain, and it can burn a unique azure porcelain, called Qilin porcelain, but there seems to be no such mineral soil nearby, and he remembers the nearest one, and it has to be more than 800 miles away.Donald looked at me.Kirin soil?
It's even more difficult to get it now, could it be that the kid still ran to this local sanatorium from 800 miles away, hooked the soul of the old man here, and traveled a long way to dig the soil?
Not to mention that digging is inexplicable, it is too illogical to say that you have to go near and far to catch a strong man, and you have to find an old man.The little fat man cautiously asked: "Lao Tie, do you say that this is the dust and earth of thirty merits, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons!"
”You're quite literate.I pondered for a moment and went to look at the glutinous rice flour on the ground.There are little footprints on the glutinous rice flour - only half of the forefoot, and sure enough, it is barefoot, because according to legend, the heel of the dead man does not touch the ground.Xiao Song was anxious to brag with Donald to express his determination, and pointed at the little fat man to shirk his responsibility, and the little fat man had to be scolded with his head bored.I followed the footprint down, and it spread downstairs, and when I got to a pool, it was gone.I wanted to scold my mother for a while, but the clue was broken.I wondered, where can I continue the clue?
At this moment, I saw the female supervisor here walking behind the holly bushes in a panic.I remembered her face and chased after her.