God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Under the dazzling light, the pale and thin skull was faintly green, and some fat white maggots could even be seen surging in the depressions of the bones. The maggots were squirming on the remaining flesh and blood of the skull, and they were so densely packed that it made one's hair stand on end.

Although I haven't gotten started yet, I can barely accept it...

But looking at those wriggling white fat maggots and rotten flesh, He Ziyun couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows, suppressing the discomfort and nausea in his heart.

On the contrary, An Wu, who was holding the white porcelain doll, seemed to be fine.

When the maggots were about to fall from the fracture of the white porcelain onto his hand, he quickly put the skull into the bag.

"You guessed it right, it is indeed a baby's skull."

【Ding】

[Anchor He Ziyun has completed 30% of the main mission "Crying on a Rainy Night"]

An Wu lowered his head to tie the bag tightly and stood up, "But we should go now."

He Ziyun looked away. He looked at the remaining white porcelain dolls on the ground, thought briefly for a few seconds, then reached out and pushed them all back to the bottom of the bed.

An Wu stood quietly watching his movements without saying a word.

After pushing all the white porcelain dolls under the bed, He Ziyun stood up from the ground, clapped his hands and said:

"Let's go."

The young man's heart is like a mirror.

When he learned that the white porcelain doll contained a baby's skull, he became more aware of the reality of the plot.

For example, after seeing the cracked skull of the white porcelain doll that exposed the sounds of babies crying last night, he was almost completely sure of their origin.

But He Ziyun now had some doubts in his heart.

Since the anchors as "outsiders" can hear the cry of the baby, can the villagers who stuff the baby's skull into white porcelain also hear it?

You shouldn't be able to hear it.

If they could hear it, they probably wouldn't be so interested in attending a wedding and flirting with the bride in broad daylight.

After all, the smiles on their faces don't seem to be fake.

But there is another possibility, they are used to it.

I could hear the crying day and night, but over time I found that it had no impact on my safety and I could get used to it.

"This is interesting, An Da reporter."

He Ziyun walked to the window and opened the curtains. He squinted at the empty yard with an unclear tone.

"Have you ever seen a ghost?"

Wow————

The next second after the young man finished speaking, the sky where the sun was shining suddenly began to rain heavily. It was very, very heavy. Looking from the window, it looked like a curtain strung with beads. It seemed that even the temperature of the whole body suddenly dropped. came down.

An Wu's expression changed as he was about to speak, and his originally gentle face suddenly became serious.

He strode forward and grabbed the young man by the window, his tone a little urgent:

"It's raining. They will be back soon. We have to leave quickly."

He Ziyun didn't resist. He followed An Wu's strength and ran out of the house quickly. The latter turned around and locked the door carefully, and without any hesitation, he took the young man's hand and rushed into the heavy rain.

The rain quickly drenched both of their bodies, and a vague and vague cold air rushed into their limbs, making He Ziyun shiver on the freezing ground.

It's really cold.

I just don’t know if this rain is caused by the babies sealed in the white porcelain.

He Ziyun estimated that it was pretty much the same, otherwise how could he explain that it started raining just as they opened the white porcelain?

It's like those crying babies at night crying in a different form.

It seems that the two of them were really lucky. They had just closed the door of the village chief's house and ran for a while when they saw two villagers rushing home with umbrellas on a rainy corner not far away.

One of the old men, who was still on crutches, was the village chief who was returning home.

He Ziyun was soaked by the rain, but he still had time to approach An Wu and said:

"Reporter from Anda University, why do you think the village chief is running so fast on a rainy day?"

He seemed to be teasing, and his voice was somewhat hollow due to the rain:

"It's like a treasure at home being stolen..."

An Wu didn't say anything. He was carrying the bag that was tied casually and holding the young man's wrist tightly with one hand. With just a gentle pull, the young man who was still talking was pulled directly against him.

He Ziyun paused.

Even though it was raining heavily, An Wu's body was still warm, which was strange.

The evil god clones I met a few times before were almost as cold as ice, but they didn't have the firepower of a living person. But then I thought about it, does this mean -

He Ziyun pursed his lips slightly and suppressed the thoughts in his heart.

——Does this mean that the evil god’s body is gradually becoming like a human’s?

So since we can become like humans...

He Ziyun suddenly had some more unrealistic desires, but he was soon awakened by the cold raindrops.

An Wu didn't notice his absence, and dragged the young man all the way to his residence. He didn't notice that the young man beside him suddenly looked back.

Because it rained so hard, a lot of rain and fog filled the air, blurring people's vision.

On the other side, the village chief hurriedly walked home and opened the door tremblingly. The man next to him was afraid that he would fall and held his shoulders, speaking in a low voice:

"Village chief, why are you back in such a hurry?"

The village chief's cloudy eyes were fixed on the bedroom not far away, and he walked there step by step.

"Idiot! This rain is so weird. Have you forgotten what happened a few years ago?"

The man was shocked and his voice trembled: "You, you mean-"

The village chief snorted coldly. At this moment, as if his legs and feet had healed, he threw away the crutch in his hand and limped quickly towards the rental house under the shocked eyes of the man next to him.

"Village, village chief?"

The village chief didn't seem to hear what he said. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the bedroom door. He didn't care about his hair and body that were soaked by the rain. He walked directly to the bed and lay down, reaching out and groping under the bed.

When the man followed, he saw the village chief kneeling on the ground, hunched over and counting the white porcelain dolls he had just taken out.

"one two three four……"

The lights in the room were dim, and the curtains by the windows blew in the wind, making a "pop" sound.

The village chief, with gray hair and skin like a dead branch, looked cold and pale. He lowered his head and counted the white porcelain dolls on the ground over and over again. Rain dripped down his hair and clothes, and soon soaked the ground. A small puddle.

"not enough."

"There is one less."

"There should be eight dolls under this bed."

The village chief's face was frighteningly cold. He raised his head and looked at the man by the door. The flesh on both sides of his cheeks twitched nervously when the man's face suddenly changed.

"Da Zhuang, there is another doll. Where did it go?"