The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 33
Grandpa went out alone after finishing the scarecrow, and didn't come back until evening.

I was bored at home watching TV, when I saw my grandpa came back, I happily took his old man's hand and asked mysteriously, "Grandpa, are we going to do something tonight?"

My grandfather asked with a smile: "Want to go?"

I nodded: "Yes."

"not afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

"Go and don't pee your pants."

"It's Gan Chengxiong who peed his pants."

"Okay then, I'll take you there."

"I'll help you carry the scarecrow."

I was carrying the scarecrow, my grandfather was in front with his hands behind his back, and I followed behind him, and the two of them quietly entered Dongshan.

I don't know why, but when I entered the territory of Dongshan, I felt hairy all over, probably because this place is too evil, every time I come here, I can't help but feel hairy.

Wandering left and right, unexpectedly came to that strange big rock again.

I can't even remember how many times I've been here, the first time I was almost caught in the grave.

The second time I met a bunch of dead people, and the third time I saw a little dead child, I deeply doubted whether this stone was the legendary monster-gathering stone, and maybe a stone monkey would pop out someday.

It was still dark when my grandpa and I came to the stone.

My grandfather put the medicine box aside, and took out a large sheet of white paper, small scissors, glue and a pair of watercolor pens. The watercolor pens are red and black.

I wondered for a while, aren't these things I used in my handicraft class?What is this old man doing with these things?
He cut the white paper, applied glue, and pasted it neatly on the scarecrow, and then picked up a watercolor pen to draw on it.

Good guy, this old man still likes to draw?Why didn't I see it before?

The old man painted very carefully and earnestly, and the place where he put his pen was very powerful.

I thought he wanted to draw a talisman, but who knew he actually drew a child's face.

Small eyes, small mouth, light eyebrows raised high, eyebrows straight, small lips painted red with a red watercolor pen, it looks shocking in this dark night.

I took a closer look, isn't this the image of the little dead child?How did you paint so vividly?Just like that little dead child's expression is exactly the same, as alive.

My grandpa finished the painting, looked at it for a while, smiled and said: "How about it, your grandpa and my painting are not bad!"

I gave a thumbs up and said, "Grandpa's painting is really like it. What are you doing as a fake little dead child?"

My grandpa laughed loudly: "Little ghost, this thing is called ghost puppet, it can also be called ghost puppet, a kind of ghost medicine technique, you can see for yourself later."

I was dying of curiosity in my heart, but no matter how I asked, the old man didn't say anything, so I could only hold back and wait to read.

My grandfather erected the scarecrow next to the big rock, and then took me to hide in the grass far away.

What is this scarecrow for?Did you lure the little dead child out?or how to use it?
I have to say, although I was a little afraid of the appearance of that little dead child before, now I really miss him coming out.

I'd like to see what the scarecrow is for.

I waited for four or five hours. I lay in the grass and almost fell asleep. I waited until about eleven o'clock. I felt my grandfather stabbed me twice with a cigarette pipe. I was in a daze. When I opened my eyes, I found that the surroundings were as dark as ink, and even the grandfather beside me could only make out the outline.

In addition to the 'whirring' wind, you can occasionally hear the hooting of owls in the distance, especially in this dark night.

so dark?I was still in a daze, and a burst of scalp-numbing 'giggle' laughter rang out.

I was so scared by the laughter that I woke up completely. I turned over and looked forward, only to see a white kid staring at the scarecrow at the big rock.

Little dead boy, you finally appeared.

I got up and was about to beat him up, but my grandfather grabbed me and pouted.

I understood immediately, and hurriedly got down and stared at the little dead boy again.

The little dead boy pinched his waist, walked around the scarecrow a few times, and suddenly made a grimace at the scarecrow with his tongue out.

What a grimace, the tongue stuck out a few feet long.

It turns out that he didn't spit it all out when he dealt with me last time, otherwise he would have scared me silly just by scaring me.

A strange thing happened. When the little dead child stuck out his tongue, I could clearly see that the mouth of the scarecrow seemed to be opened too, sticking out a tongue several feet long just like the little dead child.

what……

I covered my mouth, that scarecrow is obviously fake, how could it stick out its tongue?This is more frightening than seeing a ghost.

The strange things are not over yet.

The little dead child seemed to be startled by the scarecrow sticking out his tongue, and shouted at the scarecrow, "Who are you?"

"who are you?"

This question came from the scarecrow's mouth almost at the same time. If you don't listen carefully, you can't tell that there are two voices.

The little dead boy was really frightened this time. He waved his white and tender but terrifying little arms again, and shouted angrily, "Who the hell are you?"

His movements are hilarious, like a clown doing weird moves in front of a mirror.

"who are you?"

What made people laugh was that the scarecrow asked this question almost at the same time as he asked.

In an instant, puzzlement, anger, and helplessness all flooded the little dead boy's face, and the little dead boy's facial expression became wonderful. I watched from a distance, covering my mouth and laughing until my stomach ached.

The little dead boy finally couldn't hold on any longer, and rushed towards the scarecrow angrily, his scarlet mouth instantly turned into a bloody mouth, and bit the scarecrow's head off with one bite.

As he bit off the scarecrow's head, I seemed to see many colorful beans falling from the scarecrow's body.

It's not clear from a distance, it's probably grains used to ward off evil spirits.

"what……"

The little dead boy ate his mouth full of grains, as if he had eaten a handful of steel needles, he covered his stomach in pain and rolled all over the floor,

There was a shrill cry that was close to the sound of insects and birds, which made my eardrums hurt.

Bursts of black air spread out from his body, and the plump skin gradually withered, turning into the appearance of a dead child.

This child is very small, like a newborn baby, curled up, with bruises and black spots all over his body, strangely, his head is surprisingly big, and his two small mung bean eyes are wide open, with a strong sense of unwillingness .

Under him, puddles of blood corroded a large area of ​​grass like sulfuric acid. The dead boy looked at the headless scarecrow with deep hatred, as if he wanted to go up and bite him twice.

At this time, his lips were not as scarlet as before, but blue-purple, as if he was suffocated without taking a breath.

My grandpa lit up the pipe, took a deep breath and said, "After holding back the old man for half the night, I finally wiped away the evil spirit of you little bastard. Let's go and ask, look at this little bastard." Where did it come from?"

(End of this chapter)