"Bang!" Another slap, Zhihui roared, "Get up quickly!"

Before the punch could be gone, I heard a shout under my body: "Ah! It hurts so much."

I saw Hanhan push away Zhihui's body suddenly, crawling out and hiding in the corner of the wall, looking at the stranger in front of him in horror, trembling all over and saying, "You, who are you, why did you appear in my house!"

Zhihui just stepped forward and before he could say anything, the boy opposite suddenly shouted: "Don't, don't come over, I don't have money, you want money to find that old man, don't catch me, I'm afraid."

Seeing Hanhan looking at him so pitifully, Zhihui felt helpless. He actually wanted to tell this fool that his father was dead. If it weren't for the village chief, he would probably be him who was lying in that room now.

Zhihui's face flashed with a helpless look, and he said coldly: "I won't rob you of money. As long as you live past last night, I promise your father what I have done. From now on, I will ignore you and do whatever you want."

After saying that, Zhihui walked around his room casually. Hanhan seemed to realize that the man had no malice towards him, but instead relaxed and smiled foolishly as he looked at the man flirting in his room.

Zhihui turned up the cool mat on the kang at this time, looked at the things underneath at the corner of his eyes, and suddenly a trace of light appeared in his eyes!

"Sister, sister, you're here!" Behind him, a laugh of surprise sounded.

But when Zhihui heard this sound, he was shocked. At this time, his right hand, who was carrying the cold mat, froze there and did not dare to move. What, sister? Isn’t the sister in his mouth the little bead that has been dead for a while?

Zhihui felt his scalp numb and was very scared. A ghost with a bloody face suddenly appeared behind him. But then he thought, it was wrong. Before, this little bead had always appeared at night, but now behind him, as Hanhan shouted, is there really a ghost standing behind him? You know, for a 3-year-old intellectually retarded boy, what he said has a certain credibility. After all, a child will not lie.

I saw a drop of crystal beads of sweat had already slid down from Zhihui's forehead. Looking closely, the fine beads of sweat were still steaming! At this time, Zhihui only felt dry mouth and his throat was like smoke. In order to relieve such discomfort, Zhihui couldn't help swallowing a sip of water, and his head twisted little by little behind him.

"Oh no!" When Zhihui turned around, the dead villagers suddenly flashed in his mind. Only then did he realize that when facing this ghost, he must not turn around and look at her. However, now it seems that everything is too late!

The heart was thumping, and the scene in front of him formed a strange picture in Zhihui's mind. There was no so-called ghost behind him. However, the fool actually waved a long carrot in his hand, and his other hand was holding a sharp bayonet, stabbing it into it bit by bit!

Zhihui frowned, and he really couldn't figure out what this fool wanted to do, and it seemed like he was playing. Since it was okay, Zhihui breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He turned around and pulled out the booklet under the mat. The booklet turned yellow and there was nothing on the cover. Zhihui opened the first page with doubts, but at the glance he saw, Zhihui's whole face immediately became solemn.
Chapter completed!