"The Ancient Ghost Flute" has been completed for three months. Yimin is not talented, and he has made a supernatural book again... I feel a little conflicted, but this article was written by Yimin with all my heart. I hope my friends can continue to support Yimin. Thank you~

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One evening in the late Qing Dynasty.

In a small village in the northeast, an old farmer cleaned up the wheat fields in the field and walked towards his home with a shovel.

My wife died of illness, her son was recruited, and her daughter-in-law was arrested by the officers and soldiers to serve the war, leaving a teenage grandson who depended on him for life.

When he thought of his grandson, the old man couldn't help but smile: This child is very sensible. He learned to cook early, helped him work in the field when he is free, and ran home to cook for himself before meals. He is such a good child! Although he has not seen his son for many years, with this sensible grandson, even if he dies, he will not be alone.

The old man, who was thinking about it, quickened his trembling pace. The shadow under the setting sun was like a dancing dancer, or a ghost with his teeth and claws...

When he walked to the door of the house in a corner of the village, he pushed it away excitedly. Looking up, the old man opened his mouth wide: his little grandson was hung on the beam of the roof by a thick rope, his little face was white, his tongue spit out from his twisted mouth, and his originally cute big eyes stared at him like two lanterns!

The old man wanted to scream, but couldn't scream. When his eyes moved, he suddenly saw something hanging around his grandson's neck. He suddenly looked pale, his hands turned clawed, grabbed his eyes hard, and dug out his two eyeballs! Then he stuffed them into his mouth with the unbreakable strips of meat...
Chapter completed!