Marvel genetic expert

Chapter 124 Weird Town
The rising sun covers the vast forest. Through the lush forest, through the dense branches, you can see an old castle surrounded by many thorns and roses. The castle seems to have been around for a long time. Far away, the high gray city walls are covered with dark green vines, so many that they almost completely surround the windows, and some even got into the windows, revealing a bit of gloom.But in front of this gloomy castle, there are white roses blooming at this time. The roses in the wind still have a clear smile, so pure and fascinating, the delicate white is as light as silk, and the morning dew on the petals Like a crystal, it reflects colorful light in the bright morning sun.No matter it is scorching sun, or severe cold and scorching heat, the white roses here are invincible and will never wither.

In its deserted manor.

Blossoming red roses, as bright as blood, are shining, as if the moonlight is refracted by the dew at night.

The whole rose garden looks like a dancing female ghost.

However, the most frightening thing should be that in the dark sky, there are impressively dark clouds.

Leedy tricked Riley into saying that he was going to live at a classmate's house, so he drove out of the car.

A group of eight people, carrying a not-so-good jeep, stumbled and swayed forward in the jungle.

The small town next to Texas used to be very prosperous, but it is said that because of this ancient castle, the whole town began to disappear for no reason. It has been a hundred years.

The oppressive atmosphere made these young people who were eager to try, start to become a little scared
Laidi swallowed, "Well, why don't you turn on the radio and listen to music?"

"Good idea!" x7
Twist the old broadcast button

Suddenly, a creaking and disturbing sound sounded from it.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse voice sounded slowly.

Leedy tried to turn it off, but couldn't turn it off at first

just listen to it tell the whole story
"The village is quite old, at least the distant past is scattered, no one remembers, and no one cares.

Every day will usher in the moment when the sun is gradually sinking. At that time, wisps of white smoke will rise from the crimson sky, and with a "grunt", children will slide down the slope.

Frogs cooed in the lush paddy fields, and children ran and laughed on the ridges in between.School is over, and everyone is preparing dinner at the stove.

Gradually, the sky and the earth darkened, the twilight of fireflies diffused in the air, and the croaking evening crows flapped their wings and flew from one tree to another.The children went back to their respective homes, and Li Erxiao, who was preparing the coffin, also quit work.His eyesight became worse and worse, and he couldn't see clearly overnight. After scratching his hands a few times, he vowed never to be a coffin until night.

When the child arrived home, the old man knew it when he saw the large pieces of soil stuck to his shoes. The child went mad again and took a shortcut through the back mountain, waving a bamboo stick and yelling, "You don't listen to teaching!" The bamboo swished, The man pulled his cub away, and the child recovered and cried in fright.The aunt wiped her wet hands on her apron and came to comfort her son, "Don't cry, grandma scared you."

The man spat on the cigarette powder, tapped the cigarette stick on the threshold, and said impatiently, "What are you doing so much, kid?"

"It's true for you, too, and the threshold is knocked too hard?" The old man sat down slowly with his stick on his back, "Your life will not be lost! Do you want to be beaten if you step on the dead people's soil in the back mountain?"

Men don't want to fight, that's how they are when they get old, who hasn't come here like this.

The aunt caressed her son's head and took him to see the dinner in the pot.The old man raised his eyebrows, he couldn't understand this family from top to bottom.

"Come over for dinner." The aunt announced after setting up the table and chopsticks.

The man worked hard on the farm all day, and remembered that he forgot to go to the earth temple to offer incense today.The aunt got up and looked through the almanac, she really wanted to pray for blessings and avoid disasters.The child's eyes were shining, and he added the vegetables to his bowl chopstick after chopstick.The old man held his breath, wanted to scold the man for not being smart, wanted to scold the aunt for protecting the child all day long, and finally said, "Little bastard is not well-bred, maybe he hasn't eaten anything in his life." The child suddenly withdrew his hand, afraid that at the same time resentment towards the elderly.The man stretched out the voice of "Alas", and said, "You eat your food."

"Master Tuci didn't taste good, you should eat more." The old man patted his chopsticks and left the table.The three of them were stunned for a while, but they didn't dare to continue to chopsticks.The man lowered his face in annoyance and went to ask the old man to eat, but the old man was determined not to get out of bed, "I'm not going to die of old age, I'll forget it if I starve to death." As he said this, the man and the aunt were covered in cold sweat, and the aunt hurried over to comfort her.Useless at all.

The child watched as the dishes on the table gradually turned cold, and white grease began to condense on the soup.Under the hazy yellow light of the oil lamp, the aunt clasped her fists and discussed, "Let's burn some incense, after all, it's really not good for the earth temple to lose incense." The man also knew that the earth temple master had a bad temper.But no one dared to go out to burn incense on the mountain at night, and the man smoked.The old man fell asleep on his own, and it was embarrassing for everyone, but it did what the old man wanted.

In the end, it was all for the three of them, after dinner, they washed up and went to bed.

On the second day, the mountain owl wailed from the deep forest.The red sun climbed up the front mountain, and the crows scattered and croaked.

The old man died.

This surprised the whole family.When Li Erxiao heard about it, he sent the coffin in time, and people he knew also came to express their condolences.The whole morning was wasted, after the funeral was arranged, in the afternoon the man picked water from the river to irrigate the field, walking on the ridge, he was in a trance, everything suddenly seemed like a dream.Gao Yang made him sweat profusely, causing his head to throb with pain.

It must be the Tuci Lord who committed the crime, but is it just the incense stick?The man couldn't figure it out, so he put down his pole, sat on the ridge to rest and kick.The aunt was weaving in the yard at this time, and the machine wheel repeated several times. She also felt tired and stopped, and sighed deeply.She got up and walked back home, passed by the place where the old man lay last night, kicked away the bamboo stick that the old man left on the ground with her feet, and took a sip of cold water to clear her mind.

The man left his farm work and went up the mountain to the earth temple.

It was getting dark, and the aunt did not see her family coming back, so she became more and more frightened, so she lit a few more oil lamps to illuminate the house.Dogs were barking outside the house, chickens jumped up the trees, and cattle and sheep from another family slowly walked down the hill.The crows began to fly restlessly again, and some of them landed on the jujube tree in the aunt's courtyard. The aunt thought it was bad luck and picked up the stones and hit them upwards.

The man finally came back. He did almost no farm work today, and he had to pile it up until tomorrow.

When he got home, the man was quite dissatisfied with the bright lights in the house, dazzling, and every time the tongue of fire licked the air, he felt stuffy, "Turn it off." The aunt put the bowls and chopsticks on the wooden table, "I have something to do, you can put it out yourself. The man got up and walked through the hall full of old people's sundries, "What are you doing every day, these." The aunt didn't answer, and the man tripped over the bamboo stick again, "Fuck."

The man blew out the first lamp on tiptoe, "Where's your son?"

"Not yet."

"what?"

The aunt was stunned for a while, "Don't ask me, I don't know." Then the aunt got restless, got up and turned her head into the kitchen.The man kicked away the sundries, opened the way, and turned off several lights in a row, and the house became dark immediately.The back mountain swallowed up the last sunset, leaving a pool of rich purple-black on the top of the mountain.The man started to smoke, sat on the threshold, felt his butt hurt, and sat back on the stone steps.

Then the son came back.

"You also know to come back." The man said.

The son entered the house without responding. "I asked you something." The man turned his head and said loudly.The son was taken aback, and then stared at his father. The man couldn't understand this look, "I asked you what you were doing?!" The son seemed to want to speak, but he swallowed it back.The man bent down and picked up the bamboo stick, swung it horizontally against the wall, and threatened with a loud voice. The son's wide-eyed eyes fell into the falling dust, blinked hard twice, and then began to cry.The man was even more annoyed, "Playing crazy all day long, causing trouble."

The son was slapped twice.Crying loudly, but still did not say a word.The air outside the house gradually sank, and the evening wind stirred the large vegetable leaves. The domestic dog felt a little cold, so it changed its position to sleep.

The aunt came and pulled the man and son away.Coax my son to have dinner first. "If you don't fight for three days, you will go to the house to uncover the tiles." The man said.The aunt roared, "I know how to take out my anger on others."

The son was unhappy and refused to eat, and the aunt coaxed him a lot, but the son just had a gloomy face.The man couldn't hold his breath, and slapped his son off the table and knocked him to the ground.The son covered his face and buried himself in his elbows crying, the aunt hurried to pull the son, "The ground is dirty, get up, dad is wrong, I will help you beat dad later, get up quickly." The son broke free from the aunt's hand and stood up Let out a louder voice and cry desperately until he coughs violently.The aunt stood up, "What are you doing?"

"The family has killed him."

"Have you burnt incense yourself? It was our son who killed people by Tuci Lord."

The man went to the earth temple today, but it was not their turn to offer incense today, so he could only look at it.The man pinched the bridge of his nose and frowned.The aunt continued to coax her son.

In the end, the son didn't eat or go to bed, and sat on the threshold without saying a word.The man couldn't get used to it and didn't intend to continue to be obstructed, so he said, "Just sit like this all night."

On the second day, when the man got up, he found that his son had been sitting withered all night. He tiptoed forward, and the red sun climbed to the top of the green hill, tearing through the lingering mist.The son got up suddenly and walked to the courtyard. He was bathing in the early sun. When the man stepped out of the threshold, the son's body limp and fell to the ground, and he lost his breath.The man walked up, only to find that his son's shoes were unusually clean.

The whole day, the aunt and the man were silent, unable to say a word, and the scene of Li Erxiao's coffin being sent into the soil could not be shaken off.The teacher who taught also came to express his condolences, and he also praised the man's son and expressed his regret.

After that, the men could no longer pile up the farm work, so they had to go to the fields with force, but the aunt couldn't stop her sadness, she would shed tears when she pushed the machine twice.At night, the aunt did not cook, and the house was in a mess. The man lit the oil lamps of the whole family, so that the aunt could have a good look at the house. The aunt cried all day, and now her eyes were dry and painful, and she sat on the bench and grinned.The man looked at the aunt, her hair was untied and her face was sallow.The man worked with all his strength for a day, and his stomach rumbled from hunger, "I didn't cook." The aunt said coldly.

The man raised his eyes and suppressed his emotions, "Don't you get angry with me, okay?" The aunt turned her head, but looked at the bamboo stick on the ground, and retorted, "I will tell you this."

The man kicked the other wooden chair away, and the wooden chair hit the wall directly, dust fell on the beam, the oil lamp flickered, and the domestic dog outside the wall woke up.

The aunt was still grinning.The man grabbed an apple and gnawed it, then went to bed.

On the second day, the man asked the aunt to chat with the aunts in the East Village. The aunt went, and the man cleaned up the messy house by himself.After finishing it hastily, I went to the ground again.The aunt didn't come back until dusk. Seeing her smiling, the man should have calmed down, "What did you talk to them about today?"

"I don't know." The aunt started cooking, and the man helped to light the fire and choose vegetables.

"Why don't you know? What did you say?"

"It's not just the miscellaneous things in other people's homes."

"Then what did you say?"

"I didn't say anything, just listened to them."

The man didn't know what to talk about, and the aunt also realized that she had chatted to death, and the two fell silent tacitly.

When eating, the aunt ate more and more slowly, and the food was finished when it was cold.

It was getting cold quickly, and it was even raining gradually.

The aunt felt that the house was dark and cold, but when she wanted to light the lamps, she found that most of them had been burned out yesterday.The aunt wanted to collect the clothes again, but she couldn't find them. "Where did you take them?" The man couldn't remember either.The aunt could only make do with a bamboo stick, and tripped over the threshold in a hurry to go out.The rain has soaked the clothes, and the aunt put away the big and small clothes hung up the day before yesterday, the old man's, the son's, and the aunt's and the man's.

The aunt was holding a large ball of clothes and didn't know where to put them. The man just said casually, he didn't know about it.The aunt had no choice but to put it on the old man's bed, and slowly spread it out by the dim oil lamp.The oil dripped twice in the middle, and it was very hot.

The man was tired and fell asleep, and the aunt felt empty on the bed, with the warmth of a son in the past.As the moon set to the west, the aunt still couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning, comforting herself, even stroking her head like urging her son to sleep, but it didn't help.At night, she got up to drink water, and the raindrops were beeping by the window.

The man urinated at night and found that the aunt was also out of breath.

Running all the way to Li Erxiao's house in the rain, Li Erxiao refused the man's request because he didn't have a coffin, and he didn't make a coffin at night.The man didn't want to go back to the home where three people had died, and wandered in the rain until dawn when the rain stopped.In the end, the man buried his aunt in a trance with a high fever. People came to comfort him, thinking that he had mentioned the crazier history of being a demon in the past. The man smiled and sent away the villagers who expressed their enthusiasm and concern, and just wanted to be alone. .

The house is in disarray, the man sits on the threshold and smokes, no matter whether he pricks his butt or not, watching the sun rise and set, he smokes one rod after another.He had a high fever and was shaking even when he smoked.

The fireflies spread out again, and the frogs in the field were beeping wildly. The man groped his way up in the dark. The oil lamp at home was exhausted. He wanted to make do with sleep, hoping to recover from his illness tomorrow, but he stepped on a bamboo stick, His head hit the threshold, and he died, shaking the ashes from the beams.

Guess why? "

These last words were not heard from the radio, but behind these few people!

(End of this chapter)