Pig feet are not human series

Whatever weird things happen, the black cat can solve them.

The most important thing is that the black cat showed his belly to him. The belly is the weak point of animals. Unless they are close to someone or accept you, they will not take the initiative to show their belly.

The lid of the coffin was slowly pushed out, and it was dark inside, so I couldn't see anything, because I used both hands and couldn't hold the flashlight, and Fang Huan didn't shine inside.

He felt that there seemed to be a little dark light inside, showing a green color, round like jade, exuding a faint luster.

Fang Huan tensed his arms, pushed forward hard, and pushed the coffin lid halfway, which not only ensured that the coffin lid would not fall off, but also ensured that he could see the panoramic view of the coffin.

The flashlight flickered, and Fang Huan shone into the coffin. The people inside made him move, and the flashlight fell to the ground involuntarily.

"The one on the top is grandpa's, the one on the left is daddy's, the one on the right is mommy's, and the one in the middle is mine."

At that time Chang Ming said that, he did not expect that the coffin really became his, containing his body, lying in it quietly, with one eye open, one eye closed, it seemed that he was asleep, he slept It's the same when I'm sleeping, with one eye open and one eye closed, it's extraordinarily terrifying.

This is just what other people think, but Fang Huan thinks it is beautiful.

He couldn't get close when he was alive, but it was easy to get close when he was dead.

Fang Huan reached out and stroked his cold face, from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, to the pink lips, and finally to the chin and neck. Just as he thought, the skin was smooth and elastic, with a touch of coolness, making people almost unable to put it down .

The cat jumped in from the lid of the coffin, right on Chang Ming's chest. It squatted down, biting Chang Ming's clothes and pulling them aside.

Fang Huan stopped it, "Your master is dead and can't get up."

Who knew that the cat didn't listen at all, and was still biting Chang Ming's clothes, refusing to let go.

Maybe Fang Huan couldn't understand what it meant, so it changed another way and began to bite Fang Huan's clothes.

Fang Huan was puzzled, "You want me to wear Chang Ming's clothes?"

It seems to be like this, Chang Ming's clothes have his aura, he is a capable person, ghosts and evils do not invade, Fang Huan can pretend to be a tiger in his clothes.

He didn't even think of this method, but a cat thought of it. To be honest, this cat is too humane.

Fang Huan was overjoyed, and couldn't help rubbing its head, "You are too smart, you helped me a lot."

The cat was praised, and the cat's face was full of pride.

Fang Huan used all his strength to lift Chang Ming out of the coffin. Chang Ming's body was flaccid, his arms drooped weakly, his chin was raised high, revealing his white neck. His posture was very similar to that of a white swan.

He wore very little, only a shirt and a thin flowered padded jacket, which was made by his hometown, the kind with slanted buttons, a very old style, and the edges were all blackened.

There is a herbal smell on it, which is very faint, mixed with the smell of smoke and paint, which is probably the reason for lying in the coffin.

Fang Huan slowly peeled off his clothes, revealing his white and thin body. Chang Ming was really thin, and only his skeleton was left after taking off his clothes. His collarbone was so deep that he could scoop water for drinking.

There were burned-out walls all around, and there was no place to put him down, so Fang Huan took off his clothes, put them on another coffin, and carried him up.

It was already late at night, and the temperature plummeted. As soon as he took off his skin, he immediately got goosebumps all over his body.

Fang Huan picked up Chang Ming's clothes, and was about to put them on himself, when he suddenly found that the black cat was looking at him without blinking, and even walked up to his feet, before he had time to put on his pants, and arched his calf with his body.

And it became more and more excessive, until finally he raised his hind legs and continued to rub with that thing, Fang Huan couldn't laugh or cry, he didn't expect that this cat was still a lecherous cat, he regarded him as the object of estrus, and he was in estrus all the time.

Fang Huan stretched out the leg that it used as a massage stick to put on his pants. The cat took a break and almost fell down.

When Fang Huan finished putting on his trousers, it rubbed against them, looking obscene and shameless.

Fortunately, Fang Huan was kind to it, and was not angry. He continued to wear Chang Ming's clothes. Chang Ming was shorter than him, and his clothes were much smaller. His clothes showed Fang Huan's wrists and ankles, so he could only be nine points pants to wear.

He gave Chang Ming his own clothes to wear, and Chang Ming himself was good-looking, like a porcelain doll, and he looked even better in his clothes.

Fang Huan is not short of money, and he always buys good clothes. He has passed the age of pretending to be mature, and he is starting to pretend to be tender. He likes to wear pink, or sky blue, or bright red shirts, making him look younger , now he is wearing pink, he is used to it, but it looks surprisingly good on Chang Ming, it makes his skin whiter and his temperament is highlighted.

Sure enough, people depend on clothes, and horses depend on saddles.

Fang Huan's clothes are a bit too big for him, and the sleeves and trouser legs have to be folded up, which is very fashionable.

Unexpectedly, Fang Huan unexpectedly found a pleasure in the shadowless.

He fastened all the buttons on Chang Ming, and then randomly found two bricks that were not so black and built them up as a stool, and sat down to observe Chang Ming slowly.

He originally thought it was over like this, but who knew that the cat would not let go, still staying in the coffin, walking up and down, and pushing Chang Ming's body with his head after a while, Fang Huan was a little puzzled, "What the hell are you doing?" What do you want?"

Seeing that Fang Huan noticed it, the cat immediately pushed Chang Ming's body again, and also arched its head, just like a puppy. If a puppy has something to eat, it likes to poke the dirt with its nose. Bury the food and continue to eat next time.

Cats also have the habit of urinating and burying themselves. This action is very cute and cute.

Fang Huan reached out to hug it and then hid, and persistently went to hug Changming, even a fool could see that something was wrong.

"You mean there's something under here?" Fang Huan asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, the cat nodded.

Fang Huan was taken aback, Chang Ming hid something so important under him, and specifically told Xiao Hei to lead him over.

With both hands, he hugged Chang Ming inside, temporarily put it aside, and began to shine the flashlight into the depths of the coffin.

Because it was too dark, Fang Huan's attention was not on it, so I really didn't see anything hidden underneath.

He fumbled left and right, and finally found a hidden button, something like a pull ring, made so small that he would ignore it if he was not careful.

Moreover, the pull ring is very heavy, like it is made of iron, and it cannot be pulled up with one hand. Fang Huan used both hands to pull up the pull ring. When the pull ring comes down, it lifts up something like a round lid. When it was opened, there was a dark hole underneath, and the cat jumped into it at lightning speed and disappeared.

Fang Huan was startled, "Xiao Hei."

Fortunately, that cat came up quickly, followed by another cat, as if the mouth of a bottle was broken and the contents leaked out. Cats of different designs and colors came out of the hole one after another, and they were stuffed in after a while. It filled half the room, and everyone was in a mess. One piece of hair was missing on the east and west, and some parts were burned out. Fang Huan felt distressed when he saw it. He secretly took these cats to his house to apply medicine. , I was relieved to take care of everyone, and I had time to think about other things.

No wonder I didn't see the cat's body just now. It turned out that they hid under the coffin. The round lid was thick and tightly packed, so basically no smoke would get in. After all, the smoke floated away from above.

So the cats are all safe and sound, but when hiding in the coffin, because the number is too large to take care of everything, some cats were injured, and they were caught off guard, otherwise they would not be so pitiful.

Fortunately, Chang Ming was smart, and he had expected such a day long ago, and even thought about the future, but he didn't think about the future for himself, the surface layer of the coffin was burnt, and the smoke penetrated into the coffin along the cracks in the wood In the hole, just a few wisps can suffocate him to death, and he can't get in that hole, even if he can get in, I'm afraid he won't.

Because everyone would feel strange if they didn’t see his body, so they searched through boxes and boxes. He was the mastermind. If he died, the other cats would have nothing to fear, so they would let them go. Chang Ming must have planned this way.

He is really kind and always considerate of others.

"I used to live for others, but I will only live for you in the future." Fang Huan heard this sentence when he was in distress. The cold hand felt exactly the same as Chang Ming's.Who knew that when he turned around, he turned into a cat and looked at him innocently. This cat was very suspicious.

Fang Huan squinted at it. He was so humane and smart that his IQ was almost catching up with him. Even ghosts who said it was a cat would not believe it.

"Chang Ming?"

"Meow~" The cat looked at him innocently.

"Chang Ming."

"Meow~" The cat continued to look at him innocently.

"You are Chang Ming, right? Did Chang Ming change?"

"Meow~" The cat squatted on the ground and looked at him calmly, without excitement or expression, and remained indifferent.

"You are definitely Changming." Fang Huan was very sure, "The first time I called you just now can be said to be a coincidence, and the second time you should, 100% Changming, but why did you become a cat?"

"Meow~" The black cat tilted its head and mingled with other cats, comforting each other.

Fang Huan pressed his head and shook his head helplessly, "Why did I forget, even if you said it, I still can't understand."

He turned his attention to other aspects, such as the safety talisman. His mother prepared a lot of safety talismans and spent a lot of money, so his family was not short of money.

Early the next morning, Fang Huan said in a panic that he had lost his safety talisman, and asked his mother for another one.