My monsters are going to heaven

Fallen Bird Village.

The Huang family next door to the Ding family has a big accident.

Uncle Huang had always been kind to others and never had any grudges with others. He died tragically on his couch for no reason, without a complete body.

The only son of the Huang family worked in the newspaper office in the county all year round. There were only two couples in the family, but recently a nephew came to join him and stayed for a while.

Aunt Huang sobbed and said that the family had dinner early that night. Uncle Huang went into the house when he said he was sleepy.

Uncle Huang's nephew, Mr. Huang, and his son are also missing.

Aunt Huang watched over Uncle Huang's body, crying so hard that she lost her breath several times.

The villagers couldn't bear to ask any more questions, so they asked her to help her live in the living room.

A few daring ones approached the disembowelled corpse and carefully inspected it with the help of a kerosene lamp.

Someone exclaimed: "There are teeth marks!"

Others also echoed: "This formation is like being bitten apart..."

"It's strange, we haven't seen wild animals in our village for decades."

"Mr. Huang and his doll were taken away by wild animals, right? Call the police immediately."

"The road hasn't been cleared yet, how can I call the police!"

Lu Yiming and Sister Chen stood far away, both sympathetic and frightened.

Hearing the crowd's chatter, Lu Yiming's mood was complicated.

After contacting Wang Xiulian's body, he was certain that it must have something to do with Zheng Qinghe.

It's just that he never expected that Zheng Qinghe would dare to attack a living person.

More and more villagers came after hearing the news. Several hunters who had just returned from hunting on the mountain shouted when they heard someone mentioning Mr. Huang:

"That Mr. Huang must have a ghost!"

"That's right, we just met him on the mountain road not long before we entered the village. He was running up the mountain alone, so I shouldn't call him. Sneaky!"

Immediately the voices boiled.

"Just grab him and ask him if he's okay."

"Correct!"

"Guys, fuck it, look up the hill!"

Although there are few people in the village, they are united and friendly to each other.

Soon the villagers formed a team of young and middle-aged men in the village, took kerosene lamps and torches to open the way, carried hoes and sickles, and rushed towards the mountain together.

Lu Yiming and Jin Poluo were also invited to help and fill the team.

Lu Yiming didn't have any objections. Speaking of this, he felt a little guilty.

If everyone had been warned earlier to beware of this person, perhaps Uncle Huang would not have died tragically at home.

He took the kerosene lamp and followed everyone.

Kimporo followed closely behind.

More than 20 people pulled up a flaming team on the winding winding mountain road, which looked like a golden chain from a distance.

Lu Yiming was left far behind by the crowd after walking a few steps.

After all, the mountain roads are less traveled, and the roads are dark, bumpy and scratchy, and my feet hurt.

He sighed, looked at the villagers who were striding like flying, and had already reached the top of their heads, and said to Kimporo, "Forget it, let's wait for the situation here."

After speaking, he sat down on the side of the road, lowered his head, lifted his trousers to look at his bare feet, as if he had just rubbed somewhere, and felt a cold pain.

By the light of the kerosene lamp, Lu Yiming saw a long gash from the heel to the calf, and the blood was gurgling straight into the shoe, which was shocking.

"Ouch!" Lu Yiming cried out.

I didn't feel much pain at first, but when I saw the skin and flesh exposed from the wound, the pain multiplied and exploded in my mind, and I felt that I couldn't even move my leg.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the team overhead.

"At this!"

"Fuck! This is..."

"what happened?"

"Found it! In a tree!"

Sister Chen and Zhao Yuzhen waited for a long time in the village at the foot of the mountain, and when they saw a group of people entering the village carrying something in the light of the fire, they rushed to check with other villagers who stayed behind.

The villagers threw the thing on the open space in the center of the village, making a muffled "thud".

The people staying behind in the village took a closer look and found that the person on the ground was actually a person.

Uncle Huang's nephew, Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang was lying motionless on the ground with his eyes closed, his head and face covered with dust, and the long gown on his body had been scratched a lot.

"What's wrong with Mr. Huang?" Sister Chen asked cautiously.

"Dead." Uncle Ding, who was a member of the team going up the mountain, said calmly.

Mr Huang was found hanging from a tree.

He was already out of breath when he was rescued, and his bones were broken a lot, as if he had fallen from the mountainside and hit the rocks along the way.

"A sin!"

"Did Uncle Huang do it to him?"

"Didn't he still have a baby? Where did he go? Could it be that he also..."

"Who knows, when the road is dug through, hurry up and ask the police to take a look."

"It's all dead, will the police care?"

"Whether they care or not, anyway, we can only stare blankly."

……

The villagers discussed a lot, but after a long time they couldn't discuss the result, they simply found a white cloth to cover the body, and decided to send five or six people to stay up all night to watch.

"Hey?? Where's my young master?" Sister Chen finally remembered her own young master after watching the excitement for a long time. "Why didn't you come back with the big team?"

Turning around, he saw a tall figure slowly approaching at the entrance of the village, and it was Kim Poro.

He carried someone on his back, not her family's lazy Young Master Lu.

"How lazy you are, you can't walk a few steps." Sister Chen's heart fell to the ground, and she couldn't help but go over and scold Lu Yiming.

Looking closer, I saw Lu Yiming's left trousers rolled up high, revealing a section of white calf, with a long and narrow wound on the top that went straight to the heel, staining the gray socks red.I couldn't help shrinking my heart, and shouted: "Oh! What are you doing!"

Lu Yiming jumped off Jinpoluo's back, only to realize that the shoe on his left foot had fallen off at some point, so he had to step on the ground with his sock-only toe.

He waved his hand at Sister Chen: "It's really bad luck! It seems to be pulled by the thorns on the side of the road! It's ready."

Zhao Yuzhen stepped forward to help, but he quickly limped out of the way and hid behind Jin Poluo: "No need. I can walk."

Thinking of the burning pain before, Lu Yiming felt lingering fear.

Feet hurt enough for him.

He took two steps by himself, pulled the wound on his heel, and the wound that had just stopped bleeding immediately squeezed out blood with cracking pain.

Lu Yiming grinned and tugged Kim Poro, and said in a low voice, "Carry it on your back again."

Kim Poro squinted at him, and sneered in his nose: Who told you to jump off by yourself.

"Aren't you able to walk?" Zhao Yuzhen teased with sharp ears.

"Someone recited it, why should I walk?" Lu Yiming said nonchalantly.

As he spoke, he skillfully jumped onto Kimporo's back and urged, "Hurry up, this woman is the most annoying."

Zhao Yuzhen was stabbed in the heart again for no reason, and shouted angrily at the person on Jin Poluo's back who had already left quickly: "Lu Yiming!"

Lu Yiming covered his ears with his hands: "Deaf!"

After returning to Uncle Ding's house, Zhao Yuzhen couldn't help feeling soft-hearted, and took the ointment to Lu Yiming in the West Chamber.

In the room, Lu Yiming was lying on the bed, his left leg was slightly bent, and his trousers were rolled up to his knees.

The wound on the calf had stopped bleeding, but the slightest movement would tear the periphery of the wound.

"Fortunately, I just brought this ointment, which is for disinfection and anti-inflammation." Zhao Yuzhen sat down on the chair by the bed, and opened the medicine box while talking.

Suddenly, he lightened his hand.

She was startled, and raised her head in astonishment.

Kim Poro held the medicine box in her surprised eyes, thanked him lightly, turned around and dipped the ointment in gauze, and made a gesture to give Lu Yiming the medicine.

Huh? ?

Zhao Yuzhen grasped the hand that was free suddenly, always feeling that something was wrong, but there seemed to be nothing wrong.

... This medicine is indeed for Lu Yiming.

Forget it, it's all the same anyway, and it saves you the effort of doing it yourself.

Lu Yiming frowned, narrowed his eyes slightly, and prepared himself for the pain.

There was a dampness and coolness from the wound, and the pain was relieved a lot.

Just about to praise the miraculous effect of this medicine, the wound boiled hotly.

He gasped twice, turned his head and asked Zhao Yuzhen, "What did you give me?"

This ointment already has the effect of disinfection, so it is normal to have pain.

"Does it hurt? It's right if it hurts." Zhao Yuzhen snorted, got up and left.

Lu Yiming finally let out a long sigh of relief as he watched the back of her stepping out quickly.

Angry?It's right to be angry.

There was a strange heat coming from the left hip.

Realizing that Kim Poro was pinching his ankle, Lu Yiming was inexplicably uncomfortable, and patted Kim Poro's hand away: "Cough, that's fine, I'll do it myself."

Outside the village, on the mountain road behind the mountain, a group of white shadows moved quickly under the moonlight.

Suddenly, it stopped beside a bush of thorns.

sniff.

There were slightly dried blood stains on it.

As if bewitched, it curiously stuck out its tongue and licked it lightly.

Smacking his mouth, he muttered softly: "It's delicious..."

Looking around, the childish voice called out: "Daddy, Daddy... I know I was wrong, and I don't dare anymore. Daddy...?"