prisoner in the door

Chapter 12: Chapter 12: "Red Jujube Village"

"Brother Niu, is she gone? What shall we do? Will we die here, Brother Niu??"

Li Feng shrank behind the closed door, whispering this to Li Daniu with a trembling voice.

Li Daniu was leaning against the mud brick wall, still tightly holding the pipe and pot in his hand.

Li Daniu was also very nervous, but looking at Li Feng who was almost incontinent with fright, Li Daniu still couldn't hide his contempt in his eyes.

"Shut up, don't make a sound if you don't want to die!"

Li Feng gritted his teeth and stopped talking, but the small 'da da da' sound came out uncontrollably.

Li Feng was trembling, and even his teeth and the door against which he was leaning were making noises.

Listening to this series of voices, Li Daniu really wanted to get rid of Li Feng first and then do something else.

And at this moment, a female voice came from outside the door.

"Ah Hua, Ah Hua?! Ah Hua, are you at home, Ah Hua?!"

The man leaned against the courtyard wall and looked into the courtyard. He had a snow-white face, jet-black hair, curved eyes and a curved mouth, and a blush like a round cake on his snow-white cheeks.

When Li Daniu and Li Feng were nervous, they suddenly heard the door opening.

Li Daniu's nerves tensed instantly, but Li Feng was even more frightened.

The two of them fled for their lives and hid in the yard because they had confirmed before that the yard was empty and there was no one in it.

But what is the situation now?Why would anyone open the door!
"Yunniang, what do you want from me?"

The one named Ah Hua was a relatively normal-looking girl in her twenties. She had sparse eyebrows, small eyes, prominent cheekbones, and dark yellow skin with acne marks.

She has long hair, but it is not well maintained. It is tied up with a wooden hairpin, but there are obvious signs of not combing it.

She was still peeling a head of garlic in her hand, and the garlic skin fell from her fingertips, and she hid the fat garlic cloves in her hand.

Yun Niang's crooked eyes moved, her eyes seemed to look past Ah Hua and then into her room, talking while watching.

"Ah Hua, there are a few ignorant young people coming to the village, did you see that?"

Ah Hua lowered her head and peeled the garlic without raising her head.

"I didn't see it, where young people will come to our village."

Yunniang rolled her eyes, stared at A'hua for a long time, and then said meaningfully.

"Those two younger generations are living people. Ah Hua, don't do that thing that shamed your ancestors again."

After hearing this, Ah Hua slowly raised her head, revealing a bruised and dirty strangle mark on her neck.

The two looked at each other through the fence, and finally Yunniang left with frowning eyes, leaving Ah Hua standing there wondering what she was thinking.

……

Aunt Li and Li Xiangyang were running in the gray mist, they were panting in panic, Li Xiangyang was holding a windmill in his hand, the white windmill was whirring, rolling the gray mist around, revealing An ominous air filled the sky with paper money.

Aunt Li was also tightly clutching a few pieces of paper, she was almost exhausted from running, and her heart was beating so fast that she lost her balance.

The little girl's laughter seemed to come out, it was just an ordinary laughter at first, but the laughter became more and more weird, revealing a sense of bursting out of control.

Aunt Li couldn't take it anymore, her voice almost broke.

"Li Xiangyang! Throw away the things in your hands!"

Li Xiangyang pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, he didn't care what Aunt Li shouted behind him, the crude windmill was tightly squeezed by him.

Aunt Li couldn't take it anymore, the cold wind surrounded her, she obviously didn't provoke that child, but she was turned into a dog by a group of children!
Aunt Li gritted her teeth, glared fiercely at the back of Li Xiangyang running ahead, and gave him an ultimatum!

"Li Xiangyang, you either lose that thing, or I part ways with you!"

"Don't beep! This is an important prop!"

Li Xiangyang, who was a little hypoxic in the brain, couldn't hold back his anger in the end, and opened his mouth irrationally, but he regretted it after he finished speaking.

His core skill is the contact lens he wears in his eyes, which allows him to accurately see the energy attachment on different objects.

Relying on this ability, he can pass the level alive every time, and harvest many props and silver coins.

Li Xiangyang didn't want to give up this windmill entwined with a lot of yin energy, but the little girl's laughter was so strange that it even started to become sharp.

Aunt Li was silent when she heard that the windmill that Li Xiangyang robbed was a prop.

It is not easy to obtain props in the 'dungeon'. Some unlucky people may have seven or eight notebooks down, and they can't even touch the edge of a prop.

Aunt Li is such an unlucky ghost. The props in her hands were exchanged with others for gold coins in the rest space, so when she heard that there were important props, she was really moved.

But soon she came to her senses, then gritted her teeth and parted ways with Li Xiangyang at the next intersection!
Although the props are good, they are not as important as their own lives.

What's more, this prop is not Aunt Li's own. That Li Xiangyang obviously wants to own the props, so why does she want to follow behind him to die? !

Aunt Li turned around decisively and ran away in the next moment. After running a long way, Li Xiangyang realized that his mind was dazed and his steps slowed down.

And before he could recover, he saw a little girl in the gray mist with a double bun coming out of the thick fog. Behind her were five or six bouncing around in floral dresses, with paintings painted on her pale face. The child with round red scars!
The little girl raised her head to look at Li Xiangyang, her eyebrows and mouth were curved, and a giggling laughter came from her curved mouth.

The moment their eyes met, the little girl suddenly rushed towards him at a ghostly speed!

At this moment, fear occupied Li Xiangyang's brain, he threw the windmill in his hand at the little girl who was about to rush in front of him in an instant, turned his head and ran after throwing it, using both hands and feet!
The windmill hit the little girl's face, and the little girl caught the windmill that was still turning.

The pitch-black pointed nails touched the pale windmill, and a small hole was corroded in the fragile paper. There seemed to be a red light in the little girl's crooked eyebrows and eyes.

"Hee hee hee!"

……

Mo Zhenzhen came out of the ancestral hall, looked up at the blue sky, feeling relieved.

She squeezed the handle of the large basket she was carrying, and looked down at the contents of the basket.

In this big dirty basket of hers, there were two paper packages, one was long and wrapped in the door god invited by the old man, and the other was a medicine package, which was used to treat bloated stomach.

After confirming that everything was there, Mo Zhenzhen planned to go home and put these two things away properly before continuing to mend the fence.

It was only when she took two steps from the entrance of the ancestral hall that a surprised voice sounded.

"Ah Zhen? Why did you come to the ancestral hall?"

Mo Zhenzhen turned her head and saw a kind-faced little woman in her 20s.

The little woman was wearing a small gown and indigo wide-leg trousers on her lower body. This outfit looked somewhat similar to Mo Zhenzhen's, but the clothes she was wearing were newly made.

The little woman also had a basket in her hand, but it was just a small one.

(End of this chapter)