Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin

"Our mountain has a mountain god."

In the raining mountain forest, the old man with a pipe smoking a dry cigarette sat on the pony, looking at the heavy rain outside, and said something intentionally or unintentionally.

The men with three backpacks hiding in the temple looked at each other, the older one shook his head, and the remaining two sturdy youths sat down together and pretended to be dumb.

The woods covered the mountains and the thick fog rushed to the mountains to disperse. When it was raining, they came to this half-mountain temple. The blue stone slabs were newly paved. The painting and ornaments of the small temple were very new. It looks like it was just a few years old.

I don’t know where the wealthy people came from. I was so worried that I invested money here to build a temple.

The villages under the mountain are relatively backward in economy. They do not even have a cell phone. There is only one old man guarding the temple, which poses no threat to them. Moreover, the mountain gods in the old population are more like nonsense to them.

The mountain rain soon stopped, and the mountains surrounded by water vapor were green and green. The view from the entrance of the small temple was even more surprisingly beautiful.

Seeing the rain stopped, the men with three backpacks waited a little while and stood up to prepare for departure. Before leaving, the older man gently said to the old man guarding the small temple: "Thank you."

The old man's dark, wrinkled face was lifted, and he took a sip of smoke and slowly spit out.

"After this temple, the mountain is a forbidden land. Later generations~ There are mountain gods on this mountain. The old man does not lie to you."

"Got it, thank you old man."

The middle-aged man smiled faintly and turned to leave the temple.

The old man watched them walking towards the back of the mountain and shook his head, the pipe gently knocked on the door bar.

"Young people don't listen to...oh..."

"Uncle Tai, what did the old man whisper?" asked the sturdy man who walked into the forest and dipped into the rain.

The middle-aged man called Uncle Tai shook his head: "Nothing, feudal superstition."

"Oh." The man responded and asked again: "Uncle Tay, can you say we can get the goods?"

Uncle Tai replied: "Nature is capable. The information I got is accurate. Some people have seen the original musk deer (endangered species) in this mountain. Even if there is no original musk deer, such a large area of ​​undeveloped forest covers mountain monkeys and Countless rare animals are enough for us to take a trip."

"You are right."

The young man stopped talking, and the silent man next to him said coldly: "It's a good time, just after the rain, the animals will crawl out for food. At this time, we quickly put the trap and put it away. Going down the other side of the mountain, someone answers us."

After he finished speaking, the three quickly followed the traces of grass and trees, skillfully carried the backpack to reveal the tools inside, and began to lay traps around the mountain.

Their movements are very fast. After a while, the animal traps and the ordinary sets of small animal wires are completed. The three people have high outdoor survival skills. They found a place sheltered from the wind and rain, and the rocks bulge, and they started to ignite below. The wok waits quietly.

The rain passed, the two forelimbs were short, the hind legs were long, the hoofs were small, and the ears were big. The brown primitive musk only about the size of a sheep jumped through the dewy grass. The black nose sniffed the smell of the air. Only the watery eyes of the deer reflected the forest on which they lived.

Except for wolves and other carnivorous beasts, I have not seen other dangerous primitive musks chasing each other, making soft sounds. There is no smell of fierce beasts in the air to reassure them.

But suddenly, one of the original musk deer knelt down on the ground and screamed. The beast trap clamped its forelegs fiercely, and its teeth were caught in its flesh, and its bones were cut straight!

The horned deer-like original musk wails painfully, but it breaks free, but the steel teeth are clamped deeper. The leg has been clipped, and the flesh is connected to it, because of its struggle, thick blood sticky The thick roll fell on the green leaves.

The other former Musk mused beside his companion ran away in panic.

But after a while, it was found that there was no predator, it ran back again, kneeling on the forelegs, and overwhelmed his companion with his head.

Try to make it stand up.

But the original musk detained lost one leg and could not stand normally after standing several times. He could only lie on the spot, and his big dark eyes shed tears.

The rest of the original musk squatted down with it, licking his companion's body and keeping warm with it.

The two little things whispered softly, their necks intersected, and they shivered close together. The **** smell was too strong, which would definitely attract other predators.

But they are still not separated...

It was dark and the three poachers looked at the weather outside.

"Let's go, close the net and check. If not, go to Shanyan."

"Sorry."

The three quickly walked through the knee-high bushes and closed the net separately.

Half an hour later, they reunited. The middle-aged man left his hands empty, but took out a transparent box from the backpack. Inside was a snake with beautiful patterns and bright colors and a soldering iron-shaped head. Several people opened their mouths wide and made a flick.

"My God! Such a good'mountain goods'! How can you catch Uncle Tai on a rainy day? This is too good!"

The two young men looked surprised and surprised.

Uncle Tai raised her lips, "There is a snake hole straight over there, and I stared when I got off the net. What's so great about it? You will know with me a few more walks."

"How much does this have to sell..."

The young man muttered a few times and carried out his gains.

Two strong young men, one without any gains, the other carrying a blood-stained white fox with the size of a medium-sized dog. Although the fur is wet, it can be seen that it must be very slippery after being cleaned.

"The second child, what about your commodities?" The young man who always had a cold face frowned.

The second child scratched his head and said with a grin: "I wore a wolf cub over there. It is not easy to provoke a wolf like this, so I strangled and threw it. Rest assured, I smelled the medicine."

Uncle Tai said nothing, the cold-faced young man grunted.

"Go to the mountain cliff, where we still have the beast trap, but the first day is like the original musk deer. It is too naive, it is estimated that we will live in the mountain for a few days."

Uncle Tai estimated that.

But when they saw two original musk deer in the night, all three were stunned.

The greedy eyes widened and looked at the little animals with interdependent necks in front of each other excitedly, as if these two lives had turned into piles of banknotes stacked in front of them!

"Slow!" Uncle Tai lowered his voice and pulled the two excited young men, "The second son, anesthesia needle!"

"it is good!"

The second child was light-handed and afraid to disturb the ‘banknote’ ​​over there. He flipped out an iron box from the backpack and opened it with a kind of anesthesia needle.

The dark forest is dark and scary, the trees are tall, and there is only a few rays of light falling from the moonlight. It is almost useless except for adding a scary effect.

The metal iron pipe was aimed at the little animals snuggling with each other.

"Wow!"

The leaves behind the three of them suddenly sounded without a wind, and the three immediately looked behind them with vigilance.

A person does not know when he stood behind them without knowing it!

And in the dark night, that long silver long hair tilted down, a few hairs seemed to shine, the red costume robe was windless and automatic, and the feminine and beautiful face was not very pale like a real person. The most frightening thing was, This man's eyes are long and narrow, and his pupils are scarlet and occupy the entire eye socket!

The red markings on the eyebrows are as bright as snow, and this look is reminiscent of the evil in red clothes and the monster who eats people in the mountains! Especially when he saw the three of them turn around, he slowly raised his lips and smiled...

Three pairs of black pupils instantly contracted into needles!

At this very moment, Uncle Tai remembered the old man's words: Our mountain is a mountain god.

It was too late to shout, a pair of thin palms had been covered to cover their vision...

"Crunch, crunch, crunch."

The bones made a pleasant crisp sound.

The cloth is richly embroidered with ancient patterns, and the two men in red and black robes swept across the three men lying on the ground. They walked through the weed bushes, and the water droplets fell on the fiery clothes. They could not be immersed in it, and they fell on the ground.

The original musk was frightened to jump and fled, but did not run too far, staring at them with glaring black eyes.

The mountain god-or the smell of the wind, he crouched beside the injured original musk deer, and the small animals are always more sensitive to danger and fiercer than their own existence.

This is also the case with this little original musk deer, who is lying on his stomach, trembling slightly but daring not to struggle.

The iron trap made of steel was easily broken by two hands that looked weak and boneless, and the wind broke the palm of his hand and fell on the injured leg of the other party. After a while, the once broken position quickly healed.

"Go."

He said lightly, watching the little thing stand up and ran to his companion, then turned to the three people lying on the ground...

The next day, the sky was bright, the small temple on the mountainside opened the door, and the old man's feet were taken back before they even landed.

He looked at the lie at the gate of the temple, and the three people who had been here yesterday sighed.

"Later, don't listen to advice!"

The old man was holding a pipe in his mouth, and he moved out of the brazier skillfully while turning around with dry smoke. After lighting the fire, he didn't know what was thrown into it, and he even raised red smoke.

The villagers in the village of Shanxia saw the red smoke on the mountain and laughed.

"It was the three backpacks that climbed the mountain yesterday. I will look at them like a dog but there is always a thief! The poached king **** is caught by our mountain god!"

Other men followed Le, and several went to the county to report to the police, and several followed the village chief to the mountain to tie people up.

Between words, this kind of thing has happened countless times.

In just a few years, this mountain range has captured more than a dozen poachers, and has attracted the attention of many people. Even the reputation of the mountain **** has been promoted by the locals, and it has gradually grown...

In the tomb palace, the man who hurried back from the outside was stained with cool air, but he passed through the long tomb very quickly and expressionlessly, but the bustling grand palace.

Silver silk fluttered, and when he came to a small platform on a cliff, the expression on his face eased, just like the melting of the glacier, the different pupils were contaminated with warmth, and his lips also smiled.

A thick chain of people connected to the platform in the middle of the hollow, where the red acacia tree burning silently for thousands of years stood there.

Suddenly, the head of a big red lizard appeared on the platform, and a little lizard-shaped child wearing a little tiger hat was riding on the back of the big lizard.

"Dad! You're fat!"

The child saw his grape-like eyes that were watery and clear, showing joy, and his teeth were not full, shouting at him.

"Ok."

The breeze caught the light, and a few jumps landed lightly on the platform, and then hugged the child up, his eyes softer.

"How is your mother today?"

The little girl said vaguely: "Liang Qing, I'll give it to you!"

Tell a story...

Wen Fengjin held the overly soft and milky child in her arms and walked to the double coffin.

There was a person lying on the side in the coffin, the soft and gentle cheeks were trapped in the layers of cloth, the crimson robe was loose and messy, the black and red tying ropes fell on the ears and fish beads, and the long black hair was meandering Hovering, extremely beautiful.

"Liang Qing! The nest is hungry!"

The child looked at the man in the coffin and called him with milk and milk.

Wang Xiaoba in the coffin was sleepy and confused, sitting up in a daze, without opening his eyes, reaching for the little girl, and then put the small thing around his chest and lay back.

A low laugh sounded, and Mu Yi, who took care of the child for a long time, yawned. Warm baby is very caring

Wen Feng sat down on the edge of the coffin, and his silver hair covered the two of the coffin coolly, and his pink lips lay on the head of the sleepy Wang Xiaoma.

The man’s breath was covered, and Wang Xiaomei in his sleep murmured a few vaguely before he woke up. The little girl giggled her mouth and laughed, and was happy when she heard the wind. She pecked his eyelids with her lips and lightly clamped her lips. Long eyelashes.

After a while, the person in his sleep finally woke up.

Wang Xiaoma sat hard with one arm around the child, leaned lazily on the inner wall of the coffin, and glared at the wind.

"Don't touch me in front of the child!" Wang Xiaolan raised his face, "Teach our dogs all bad!"

Dog eggs are exported one by one.

Originally blinking and blinking, the little girl who snickered suddenly lost her smile and looked at her vicious mother with her lips.

Wen Fengjin was also silent for a few minutes and said, "...she is a girl."

"It's still your name." Wang Xiaoma looked at the milk doll ruthlessly, "blame your father, it's your father's first mouth!"

The girl's eyes dimmed with tears.

"..."

Because of an oolong, two years ago, he gave such a name to his righteous daughter. After the grievance of her daughter's wrongdoing and the fierce sneer of her lover, her face sank and she chose to change the subject.

Little daughter: "..." I'm looking for a stepdad.

"... Three days ago I received news from An Kai that the purple hair zombie who was buried with him has successfully transformed into a red hair zombie."

"So fast, didn't you say you had to wait three or four years ago the previous year?"

Wang Xiao was surprised.

It has been six years since the beginning of the incident. They adopted a baby during the six years. An Kai also returned to Qishan and his family's little purple hair to live in peace, but it will be sent every time. news.

As for Baiyu...

In the past six years, he received a letter from Bai Yu, which contained nothing but a photo.

In the photo, Bai Yu smiled and sat in the middle of the bright sofa in the house. On the right is a puppet exactly like Xiao An, on the left is a puppet that is just like a word...

One person and two puppets all make happy expressions and look at the camera, as if they are the happiest family.

Wang Xiaoma, who received this photo, stood upright, and then let Wen Feng burn the photo.

[The author has something to say: Thank you for your reward, knelt

@忘尘如湛: Forgetting dust as Xian gave to me and the old attacking sleeping coffin trilobite x2. 】