Money can really do whatever it wants

He moved a step, wanting to go around so as not to get in the way of this old man, but unfortunately, he wanted to avoid his sharp edge, but the old dog refused to let him dodge, his tyrannical eyes moved with him, fixed on the blue one figure.

One person and one dog confronted each other, and the atmosphere was stagnant. Just when Qin Mo was seriously thinking about whether to give the other party a talisman, a somewhat familiar voice sounded.

"Isn't this the young man from last night?"

Dong dong dong, it was the sound of crutches knocking lightly on the bluestone slabs, "Go, go—" The old man waved his hand and drove the dog blocking the way, "This is a guest brought back by Yun girl, you are not allowed to bully others. "

The earth dog jumped back a few times, it grinned and growled at Qin Mo, and then quickly disappeared on the path of the village.

"Don't worry about it."

The old man turned around, showing a wrinkled face, "The second dog's dog has been raised for several years, and it's usually quite docile, but a little shy. Don't worry, it doesn't bite people."

Qin Mo thought of Mr. Dog's row of white fangs that could easily bite through the carotid artery, and said with some difficulty: "Don't bite people—that's fine."

"Don't worry, don't be afraid." The old man said a few words of comfort, but coupled with his pair of dark and dull eyes, it didn't have a very good effect.

Qin Mo always felt that he was like a zombie. If he hadn't been able to speak and his thoughts were clear, when he saw him, he couldn't help but want to touch the sword in his sleeve.

The two walked into the village together, and the old man's voice was whispering in their ears, "Where is Yun girl? I asked her to come to my house for dinner last night, why haven't I seen her yet?"

"I don't know." Qin Mo replied, "I didn't see her when I woke up this morning."

The old man sighed and said: "It must be that she doesn't want to trouble people. That girl is just like her mother, she is stubborn, and she has a temperament that doesn't want to trouble people. Isn't it just a meal? No matter how poor I am, how can I poor her a bowl of food? What's more, how much can she eat with her small stature."

"........."

Qin Mo smiled and said nothing. He didn't know the inside story, and he really didn't know how to say it.

"You haven't eaten yet. If she doesn't come, you can go with me. I've prepared all the meals."

The two of them had arrived at the village while they were talking. Qin Mo saw the dog again. The dog was hunched over and guarding the gate of a house. Qin Mo raised his eyes and saw that the courtyard door was opened a crack. The corner passed by, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was hiding at the door and watching him.

They looked at each other, Qin Mo didn't look away, and neither did the other party. For some reason, those eyes sent chills down the spine.

"That's the kid from the second child's family." The spirit-like voice sounded from behind again, "That dog, grew up with him, protect the Lord."

Qin Mo couldn't hear it, his eyes swept around, indistinctly, countless eyes focused on him, and there was a light cough, Qin Mo covered his lips, trying not to show the slightest abnormality .

"Don't worry about it." The old man led the people home, under the watchful eyes of dozens of people, "The village is remote, and no outsiders have come here for a long time. They are just looking for novelty."

Qin Mo smiled, indicating that he didn't take it to heart.

The old man's house was in the middle of the village, and the yard was spacious, not exquisite, but at least it was much better than the dilapidated yard of the little girl's house.

The old man warmly welcomed Qin Mo into the house, and he said as he walked, "Old lady, there are guests, hurry up and serve the cooked porridge, and scramble two more eggs by the way."

Just as Qin Mo wanted to say no trouble, he heard a strange sound. The sound was very strange, as if something heavy was dragged on the ground and moved. Qin Mo had just sat down, but he hadn't figured out what it was. A burst of cold sweat broke out on the back.

He stood up suddenly, turned his head to look, and there was a person quietly occupying the dark corner of the wall, a slender figure, a red skirt, and a pair of eyes full of infinite malice.

Qin Mo was so frightened that he almost drew his sword.

And at this moment, the old man came in with food in his hands. He was a little surprised to see Qin Mo standing by the table with a vigilant expression on his face. He didn't realize it until he saw the figure confronting him.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The old voice said slowly, "This is my granddaughter."

As he spoke, he put the food on the table, walked over, and hugged the figure in the dark.

It was indeed a hug, and Qin Mo didn't realize until he was in the bright light that it was not a real person, but a doll about the size of a real person.

The doll's head, its body, and its limbs are all exquisitely made. Coupled with the bright red dress and long black hair, it is indeed misleading to stand in a dark place.

Qin Mo's eyes turned from the hair to the doll's eyes. Those eyes were sewn with black cloth. It can be seen that the person who made these eyes was very skilled, serious and pious, but No matter how good the craftsmanship is and how serious it is, these eyes are also fake, empty and lifeless.

At that moment, Qin Mo wondered if he was hallucinating because of his illness.

But he knew that it was not an illusion.

The porridge is a simple millet porridge. It is very viscous and steaming hot. It is served with a plate of fried pickles and a plate of pickled cucumbers. Although it is not a good thing, it is clear and light. .

But Qin Mo didn't have the slightest appetite, and the chopsticks were held in his hands smoothly, without any intention of moving.

"What? Doesn't it suit your taste?" The old man frowned, then suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Old woman, where are the eggs? Haven't the eggs been fried yet?"

The sound of heavy objects dragging came again, different from before, this time it was getting closer and closer, bang—thunder finally sounded in the gloomy morning sky.

The rain fell pattering down, and a short figure moved in little by little.

It was an elderly lady, with the same gray hair as the old man, and a wrinkled face. What was frightening was her lower body, where there were only two gloomy white bones where her legs should have been. The two white bones and one right hand moved forward lying on the ground.

The steps at the door made it difficult for her to move. Seeing this, the old man hurried forward to take the scrambled eggs she was holding in her left hand. He said somewhat implicitly: "The old lady is old and not in good health. Let you I laughed."

Is this just not good?

Qin Mo felt that he was able to remain calm, not jumping up and screaming like a little girl, which was already very good, thanks to his experience in the apocalypse.

Otherwise, I must be making a fool of myself now.

"What a handsome young man~"

Qin Mo followed the prestige, just in time to see the old lady raised her head and grinned at him. From Qin Mo's angle, he could clearly see the toothless mouth and the pieces of rotten flesh.

Qin Mo remained expressionless, but the old man had already placed the plate of eggs in front of him, and urged, "Eat, the eggs are delicious."

Even the old lady on the side said, "Try my handicraft and see if it suits your appetite."

The diligent and earnest posture of the two of them almost gave birth to a sense of guilt if they didn't eat it, not to mention that the plate of scrambled eggs was specially made for him.

Qin Mo likes to eat, he never wastes food, but today's meal is destined to disappoint him.

In those porridges, fat white worms danced one by one, and those dishes were mixed with pieces of rotten white meat, which made him not want to eat, could not eat, and dared not eat.