Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 132 Strange things in the strange village ([-])

When we returned to Wenling Village, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. Since the bus station was some distance away from the village, Qiao Sheng called an electric tricycle and we rode all the way into the village.

Due to my mood, I hardly looked at the scenery on the road. Qiao Sheng teased me several times, but I ignored him.

When I got off the car and stepped into the territory of my hometown again, my mood was different from the last time. Last time I was anxious to grab the edge of the pot to make paste. This time I came with the feeling of returning to my hometown.

The village is very quiet. There is a withered poplar tree standing beside the road. This poplar tree has been there since I was a child. It seems to be dead every winter, but when spring comes, it is reborn and becomes green.

When I was a child, it was a sacred tree in my eyes, but the folks gave it a weird name, "The Weird Tree."

Strange tree, strange tree. My friends back then all thought it was a "ghost tree" and they were so scared that they didn't dare to get close to it. But I was happy and quiet. I often climbed up there alone to dig out bird eggs. His nose was running and he looked at me worriedly.

Looking at the "strange tree", Qiao Sheng and I looked at each other and smiled. He knew what I was thinking. That was a tacit understanding that only we had.

"Why is it so quiet today?" We all felt strange when we saw that there were only an occasional old man or a kid wearing open pants at the beginning of the village, but not a few young people at the end of the village.

Such a big village, where have all these people gone?It is already the winter month, and logically speaking, there is nothing good for farming in Zhuangmai.

I asked Qiao Sheng, and Qiao Sheng, a genuine Wenling native, didn’t know.

Considering that in recent years he has been spending a lot of time away from home and rarely comes home, it's not surprising if he doesn't know.

Qiao Sheng shouted to a group of naughty children playing in the mud: "Hey, Brother Qiang is back, why don't you come over to greet him."

The children looked at him expressionlessly, then lowered their heads and continued playing in the mud as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, Brother Dang has become transparent." Joe was angry. He walked over and touched a naughty kid's little head and asked him, "Hey, kid, where has everyone been?"

The little boy squatted on the ground and raised his head to look at us. He was about to eat the snot that crawled out of his nostrils.

He made a "hee" sound, inhaled it into his nose in time, and wiped the face that had just been pinched by Qiao Sheng with his little muddy hands.

"Brother Qiang, are you back? Where's the lollipop?" The little boy stood up, looking greedy and very excited. Other children also saw their "Brother Qiang" and ran over and surrounded us.

"Brother Qiang?" I looked at him funny, "Brother Qiang, has Xiong Da Xiong Er bullied you recently?"

The little boy laughed loudly, "A strong snot is a strong bald head, and a strong snot is a strong bald head." The other children followed suit.

After hearing this, Qiao Sheng immediately jumped up and said, "You have no taste and no vision, your brother is so good-looking, how can he be as strong as a bald head? You are just a little bald person! You are a stinky lumberjack who is bullied by bears all day long..."

Snivel Qiang was originally just a little joke with the children, but unexpectedly, these little brats turned down their faces and became sinister. Several of them raised the clay figures in their hands at the same time and smashed their hands in front of us. The head of the clay figurine was twisted off and thrown at our feet. Then it looked at us with an angry look.

Looking at the vivid clay figurine heads on the ground with eyes and noses, I couldn't help but be speechless. Aren't these children too temperamental?

Qiao Sheng was a little angry when he saw it, "Hey, I said you guys, isn't it just a few lollipops? As for showing me face? I really hurt you for nothing."

I patted Qiao Sheng and shook my head at him, "Forget it, why bother with children? I don't think they know where everyone has gone?"

I spoke for these little brats, but they didn't appreciate it. The little boy was the most dissatisfied. He stood up angrily and shouted at me, "Who said I didn't know? They were all buried in Shilipo outside the village. Where is grandpa! Grandpa Zhou was killed by a flowerpot a few days ago."

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