Evil Bone Devourer

Chapter 19 The Little Spirit
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I think no matter who heard such crying, no one would not be moved by it, which made my heart sour and I wanted to cry.

Grandma's voice was still serious, and she asked, "Why did you commit suicide?"

"I'm ugly and everyone is afraid of me, saying I'm a monster! I don't understand, what's wrong with me being ugly! What's wrong!"

As long as I hear the word 'monster', I will be extremely sensitive.

I was a kid who grew up being called a monster, and no one understands her feelings better than I do.

Some people just like to poke other people's pain to satisfy their inner desires, and they say things like knives, but they don't know how much harm they will cause to others.

But there is another kind of person who will not feel sorry even if he knows that he has hurt you. If he feels guilty, he will not say it.

My bed was very thin, and when I was lying on the ground and pitying that girl, I felt the weight above my head suddenly increase, as if Dong Jinbao sat up.

He bent down and vomited on the side of the bed. The black soup was as fishy and ugly as last night, and I could see the dirt when I turned my head.

My stomach churned and I retched a few times, and my tears were choked up.

Dong Jinbao, your uncle!
This is my room, what are you doing! ! !
When Dong Jinbao's weak voice came, I immediately forgave him in my heart.

He said, "You are not ugly."

After finishing speaking, the power in the middle of the bed suddenly lightened, and the guy passed out again.

I smiled from the bottom of my heart. Dong Jinbao looked like a big and thick guy, but he didn't expect his heart to be quite soft. At least at this moment, he was willing to give the other party a comfort.
The woman in the white skirt was stunned for a while, then sobbed and said, "Thank you."

In the end, she left our yard with the paper figurine that grandma had burned for her. I crawled out from under the bed and put the burning candle on the small cabinet next to the bed.

Everyone was tidying up in the yard, and some spectators discussed: "The gust of evil wind just now was really scary!"

"Who says it's not! Thanks to Mrs. Youyun!"

"Auntie, is that dirty thing gone?"

Everyone chatted in a hurry, and grandma shouted to chase people away: "Seldom see this kind of thing in the future. It's not a happy event. Don't be afraid of bad luck. It's okay, let's go back to our respective houses!"

The crowd gradually began to walk outside, and I also went out to get tools to clean the room.

When he just stepped out of the door, he seemed to be tripped by something, and flew into the air uncontrollably.

There was a thud when I fell on the ground, it didn't hurt much, but it seemed that something was pressed under my stomach.
It went quiet after a clucking sound.

I let out an amazing scream as I touched its fur
"grandmother!"

Grandma immediately threw away the broom and rushed over, squatting beside me and asked with concern on her face, "What's wrong with Dabao?"

I pointed at the motionless chicken on the ground and was too scared to speak
I repeated in my heart, I killed the chicken!I killed the chicken!

I crushed it to death!
Grandma frowned deeply and her eyes sank suddenly. She stroked the hair on my forehead with her dry hand and comforted her: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, Dabao is not afraid."

"Is it dead?"

Grandma turned over its body with her hand, fearing that I would feel uncomfortable, she held me in her arms and wouldn't let me look at it, "I don't blame you."

Grandpa came over after hearing the sound, and grandma gave him a look, and he quickly bent down to pick up the chicken.

Grandma said to his back: "Buried."

Grandpa still felt puzzled, wouldn't he eat such a big chicken?

Forget it, my wife said bury it!

Who made him an obedient little old man!
After going through this night, I am really a little tired. I am too tired to do this job.

I pursed my mouth to endure the guilt in my heart, and whispered: "Grandma, I didn't mean it."

"Dabao! It saved you from a disaster. Grandma is grateful to it, but at the same time, grandma doesn't want you to have an accident. Let's not mention this matter again, okay?"

I don't know why grandma said that its death was a disaster for me. If there was no chicken that night, what would I do?

I do not know.

Dong Jinbao slept at my house that day, and I went to grandma's room as I wished, and slept next to her.

Sometimes I often rely on her to accompany me in my bedroom, but she said that I want to be independent when I grow up, so she seldom sleeps with me.

If growing up means getting further and further away from her, then I really don't want to grow up.

After Dong Jinbao recovered, he seemed to be a different person, and he never made any fuss about leaving.

Once we went camping on the top of the mountain during a holiday. We sat on the rocks on the top of the mountain and told him everything that Uncle Dong had done for him.

He said he saw it.

But he was obviously in a coma at the time, so he refused to say exactly what he saw.

This guy has lost a lot of weight because of this ordeal, and after losing the fat on his face, he is even more handsome.

When Jiu Wu, Su Mingxun and Mi Li were pitching a tent, Dong Jinbao put his arms around my shoulder and said, "Yinghe, thank you!"

I smiled unnaturally, "Thank you?"

"I heard you crying and saying that we are friends for life. In the dark, only the sound of you opening your mouth and crying made me find my way back."

I blushed, he was so provocative suddenly that I felt a little embarrassed!

Nine Five threw a pebble towards us and scolded: "Dong Jinbao, you said that you are a little spirit next to that coffin, so don't even think about messing with my sister, come and work quickly!"

I cursed back at the top of my voice: "Die Jiuwu, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Dong Jinbao got up and ran towards them, his expression much happier, "Come on!"

They were talking about that day in [-], and they also said that I saw Dong Jinbao's shorts with red flowers on the way home!
I'm really going to be killed by them!

Is that what I want to see?
But Dong Jinbao didn't get any better. He got another nickname, "Little Spirit Man Next to the Coffin".

I looked at the figures of a few of them fighting over there, and suddenly thought of the girl in the white dress, she and the paper figurine who thought she was pretty, are they living in another place, okay?
Are there still those ugly voices over there?
She should be relieved now!
It was only after this incident that the friends around me really understood me. I was indeed a little different from them, but they never laughed at me about this incident, or thought I was a monster and were afraid of me.

They think I have superpowers that others don't have, and I can even bring back the lost Dong Jinbao by crying, which is very cool!
16 is old.

I still have short weedy hair, wear boy clothes, and mix with these boys like a tomboy.

Even the beautiful rice grains have never treated me as a girl. She likes to throw me the bottle caps that cannot be unscrewed and the schoolbags that cannot be carried.

But I like this kind of day, and I prefer the 'youth' full of excitement and adventure.
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(End of this chapter)