The Last Train to Hell

This can only be regarded as a small village. A normal larger village should have at least a hundred households.

For example, Eryang Village has more than 200 households.

Of course, most of the more than 200 households in Eryang Village are separated from their sons after they marry and build new houses.

That is considered a single family.

However, Shihe Village and Eryang Village are not particularly far away, and the customs should be similar.

It can't be said that one village has one custom. The customs here in Shaanxi Province are basically the same.

"If there is no problem later, you can go to the village to take a look. Maybe you can find your sweetheart, but the current situation is like this, so take care of yourself, and this matter is not something you can change."

The driver nodded, with pain and numbness in his eyes.

I think he has been tortured by this matter for these years.

Now he insists on finding Liu Fengying, but it is just based on his wishful thinking at the beginning.

As for whether he can find the person?

In fact, for him. It doesn't mean much.

"It's good to see her once. I know he didn't abandon me to live a good life, so I'm content. To be honest, I have doubted and thought about it over the years, but I didn't expect it to be like this?"

I nodded to him and looked at the watch. It was almost two o'clock.

It will be bright in a while. When it's bright, will these nocturnal creatures go back to sleep again?

Should I end the whole thing tonight?

Thinking about things, I looked down uncontrollably.

I found that the head that just rolled to my feet had moved more than ten centimeters to the side.

Why can I see this difference of more than ten centimeters?

It's because he was stuck next to the leg of the stool just now.

Now he is a piece away from the stool.

If you say he rolled by himself, I really don't believe it.

This head is not that round, how could it roll?

And when he rolled, shouldn't his face change direction?

His face was still facing me, and I saw that his eyes seemed to be half open.

I suddenly panicked and hurriedly called the man in the suit.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen, come here quickly, this head seems to be opening its eyes, come and see what's going on?"

I shouted at the man in the suit in a fuss, and he twitched his mouth helplessly.

I walked quickly to the side of the head, just when he was about to grab the hair and pick up the head from the ground.

I saw his eyes were completely open.

After opening, the eyeballs were exposed.

In fact, I was very curious, have the eyeballs not rotten for so many years?

These are real eyeballs, but his pupils are extremely large, much larger than the pupils of ordinary people.

I saw two black things staring at me, which made me uncontrollably terrified.

"Open his eyes, he opened his eyes."

I don't know how the old man was so fast, and he kicked me out.

Then I found that some liquid was sprayed out of the black eyes.

When it fell on the bed, it made a crackling sound.

This liquid is comparable to sulfuric acid and can also corrode things.

If it fell on me, I'm afraid I would be tortured to the point of wanting to live but not to die.

But the old man's reaction speed is really fast.

Looking at his hunched back, normal people would think that he has problems walking, but he is very agile.

The old man snatched the head from the man in the suit, grabbed her braid and started swinging it.

It was like he was playing with something fun, but he kept swinging the head towards the ground.

This thing hit the ground loudly, making a dull sound.

It's hard to imagine that this thing is so hard, it's like a piece of iron.

"Be careful, this thing is not right, stay away from it."

I nodded and hid behind the man in the suit.

At the same time, there was a crackling sound outside.

It was like something was scratching the window and the door panel with its nails.

The windows in the village, except for the old man's hut, are glass.

The remaining ones were still the old-fashioned windows.

The glass windows were scratched with nails.

The sound was chilling and numbing.

I looked outside and found that there were people standing outside.

And they were the old people in shrouds in my dream.

They all had angry expressions on their faces, but they did not make any violent moves to tear down the windows and doors.

Instead, they kept scratching the doors and windows with their nails, torturing us with this sizzling sound.

My ears seemed to be suffering from some kind of torture.

I really wanted to plug my ears, but I was afraid that I couldn't hear what the man in the suit or the old man with a hunched back said.

I would suffer again at that time.

In this situation, I didn't know what to do.

I took out the bell from my pocket, and I always felt that this thing should be more or less useful.

I shook the bell gently, and sure enough, the sound from the shaking of the bell could calm the things outside.

They no longer scratched the glass angrily, and this fatal sound no longer suffocated people.

But I didn't feel relieved because of this. After all, this sound was like a maggot attached to my bones.

Even though it had stopped, it still echoed in my mind.

I shook the bell firmly, and I was really afraid that the shaking of the bell would stop now.

Then the things outside began to scratch the glass and the door again.

"Boy, don't shake the bell for now. You are shaking the bell so randomly now, which is only a temporary solution. The person who gave you the bell must not have told you how to use it?"

I nodded. It was true. The person who gave me the bell was Er Zhou.

Er Zhou's life and death are unknown now, and when he gave it to me, he only said that this thing could keep me safe for a while.

He didn't tell me how to use this thing, and I was quite confused.

But the power of this thing is really good, and it has always helped me a lot.

So much so that when I go out and encounter any trouble, I will subconsciously think of this thing.

I am afraid that this thing will be lost, or fall into the hands of others.

The old man took the bell from my hand and shook it up and down.

Then a different sound came out of the bell.

I saw him shaking it left and right, and it actually made a very rhythmic sound.

It was also somewhat pleasant to the ear. At least I felt that my mind was calmed down when I heard it.

The sound of the bell became melodious and crisp, and the things outside actually had a tendency to retreat.