Watch Out! Danger Ahead

"High energy ahead (

Tonight’s night sky was illuminated by the fire, and the river surface was red with blood, with a strong smell of blood and fireworks, as well as the smell of rancid corpses. It smelled unpleasant, but for these women, But it is a rare freedom and extraordinary.

After only a brief joy, fear and anxiety followed.

Worried about the incident in Dongchuang, worried about being reported, and invested in the red camp.

Song Qingxiao stayed in the boathouse that night, and she wanted to see what the **** the red-robed, faceless female ghost was making when she got her a hundred years ago.

The yin qi in the river disappeared completely, and the women next to each other looked for a corner, but they couldn't sleep peacefully because of the anxiety in their hearts.

The woman holding the cat was touching the cat's body all night, rubbing the cat's fur with her palms, making a rhythmic rustling sound, which made people uneasy.

The river water hit the bottom of the boathouse, making the sound of water waves, coupled with the faint smell of blood, making it more difficult to sleep.

In the middle of the night, the sound of war drums on the ship finally stopped, but the sound of blowing, playing and singing was untimely.

Some women sang in a high-pitched voice, and occasionally the laughter of men was strangely mixed.

It wasn't until dawn that it was finally quiet for a while.

The lights on the boathouse did not know when it went out, and the inside of the boathouse seemed extremely cold.

Today, the fog on the river covers the sky, and the faint green light penetrates through the hanging curtains and window panes. The silent atmosphere spreads in the boathouse, making the needles falling in the boathouse audible.

Song Qingxiao opened his eyes after running the cycle of spiritual power for a week, and saw several women curled up in a ball.

They were terrified and frightened all night, and finally fell asleep, but did not sleep well, as if a little wind and grass could make them frightened.

‘Boom boom boom—’

Several small footsteps rang, from far to near.

The hull shook slightly, and the dead boathouse was quickly awakened.

The few women who had finally entered light sleep were disturbed by the sound of footsteps, and quickly opened their bloodshot eyes.

The woman holding the cat almost jumped up from the couch. The first reaction was to stuff her cat into the corner of the couch.

When her panicked gaze fell on Song Qingxiao who was sitting next to the bed, she paused for a moment, as if she had found the backbone in an instant, her expression was certain, and the flustered expression settled down again.

"Food delivery—"

A lifeless male voice broke the silence on the ship, and suddenly there was movement around him.

But the moment they heard this sound, the wide-eyed women on the boathouse trembled as if they had seen a ghost alive.

‘Boom boom boom. ’

The heavy footsteps approached, a shadow approached, and the gauze curtain was stretched out heavily, revealing a familiar and strange face.

‘Ticket ka—’

Several women clenched their teeth, resisting the scream that was about to jump to their throats, their bodies shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

The man whose head had been screwed off, who had personally died under Song Qingxiao's hand last night, reappeared in front of a few people at this time.

His face was pale, his skin was wrinkled by blisters, and his soaked clothes were dripping with water. Every step he took, a large amount of **** river water leaked into the wooden planks of the boathouse. .

"time to eat."

He stared at the women in the boathouse with a surly look, his broken neck was a little crooked.

This person raised his hand in a very slow motion, held his head, and pushed it back to his neck amidst the ‘click’.

When he said this, he stared at the women in the boathouse with a smile. The expression was chilling, and the women were so scared that they couldn't even scream.

Song Qingxiao froze for a moment, but soon calmed down.

She has also encountered people who were killed by her own hands come back to life again and appear in front of her.

She was also very scared back then, but now she has already overcome the fear in her heart, and is not frightened by the scene before her.

"come."

She waved at the man again.

The man was still the same as last night. The moment he heard her call, he dragged heavy steps with a gloomy look, and walked towards her ‘dada’.

With every step he took, he left soaked **** footprints on the boathouse, which was very obvious.

When he approached Song Qingxiao, his head began to freeze, and water dripped from his outstretched hand.

Before his hand touched Song Qing's body, the scene of last night reappeared-Song Qing's kick hit his calf heavily, and the bone broke and made a crisp sound.

The man half-kneeled on the wooden foot with a bang, and Song Qingxiao reached out his hand and twisted his unstabilized head again.

'chug-'

The light red river water sprayed from the place where he broke his neck, and it quickly flowed onto the wooden pedals.

The smell of blood spread in the boathouse, and his fallen body was struggling desperately like a fish jumping out of the water.

Song Qing stepped on his shoulder with a little foot and stepped on it forcefully.

The corpse is powerful, but compared to her, it is like an ant shaking an elephant.

The sound of ‘crack’ bones shattered, the man’s shoulders collapsed a lot, and he stopped struggling for a while, as if a dead fish was limp on the pedals.

In this brutal and familiar scene, the faces of the women in the boathouse were earthy, and they did not dare to breathe.

"Now, you go to have a meal."

Song Qing glanced at the youngest woman and gave her an order.

She bit her lip, so powerful that her teeth bit into the flesh, and the blood oozes out, as if to glue her upper and lower lips into one piece.

When she heard Song Qingxiao's order, she seemed a little disbelief, raising her head and staring at her.

The man who was killed by Song Qingxiao himself last night and was thrown into the river by the crowd returned from the dead and returned.

But she seemed to be okay, and once again calmly twisted the man's head off, reappearing the scene last night.

"Go for dinner!"

Seeing that she hadn't moved, Song Qing repeated coldly.

At this time, the people in the boathouse were already in extreme fear and panic. Her calm and calm attitude, calm and strong command, on the contrary, to the women, it was like finding the backbone of the master.

"I go."

The woman holding the cat quickly resisted the fear and stood up first:

"I'm going to have a meal."

Among several women, she is the most unique and seems to be the most courageous.

After saying this, she swallowed her saliva and stuffed the cat into her belly, and twisted it up with her large robe.

After cleaning up, she calmed down her inner feelings, resisted the panic, and went out with the curtain.

After she left, the corpse was placed at Song Qingxiao's feet, and everyone did not dare to breathe, as if they were going through the sun like a year.

About seven or eight minutes later, amid a ‘meow’ meow, the woman holding the cat brought a small bucket of food and returned with a pale face.

"The people outside have gone."

She was trembling all over, there was a kind of relaxation in her heart that fell to the ground, and there was also the joy of the rest of her life:

"They don't seem to realize that he didn't go back—"

Several women cried ‘huh,’ and did not answer the words, as if they were already dying.

"Divided the meal, and reprocessed the corpse."

Song Qingxiao looked at the woman holding the cat and gave an order.

Several other women heard her, afraid and panicked, shook their heads desperately, but did not dare to cry.

"What are you afraid of?"

Seeing their cowering expressions, Song Qingxiao coldly rebuked:

"He has already died once, but he will be dealt with again according to the way he was dealt with last night."

The women are desperate like bereaved concubines.

The woman holding the cat paused. Although she was also scared, she didn't know if it was the oldest reason. She was more calm than the other women. Hearing Song Qingxiao's words, after shaking for a long time, she responded softly. With a cry:

"Ok."

She put down the bucket she was holding and ordered one of them:

"Sister Juan'er go get the bowl."

The youngest woman was named by her, but she sat still. The girl holding the cat, seeing that she was still, warned her:

"Food is tight. Everyone only has this little food every day. If you don't eat right now, you will be hungry for a day.

As soon as these words were finished, the other talents slowly got up and fetched their own things.

The meal that was delivered was only a small bucket, and it was sparsely filled with the minced meat mixed with thick chestnuts, mixed into a kind of soup that was not too thick, and exuded an unusually attractive meat aroma.

The women who had previously looked terrified, at the moment they smelled the meat, their necks were suddenly stretched, with a look of longing.

The catwoman was divided into five bowls, and the bucket was already very clean.

Everyone stared at the bowl and kept silent, but their stomachs kept groaning, obviously they were extremely hungry.

There were originally five people living on the boathouse, Song Qingxiao broke in halfway, and originally didn't have her share.

"You guys eat."

There are weirdness everywhere here, let alone Song Qingxiao has long since been out of the need for food, even if she needs to eat, she will not eat these things easily.

As soon as she finished speaking, several people grabbed a bowl of minced meat soup each with an extremely vicious posture, and drank ‘gudong, gudong’ into their mouths.

Several people seem to have been hungry for many years, drinking quickly and anxiously.

It was the woman holding the cat. After taking a few sips, she finally seemed to remember something. She reluctantly stopped drinking the soup and put the white cat in her arms. When it comes out, leave the remaining half bowl of soup for it to feed.

"Eat, eat."

She touched the white cat's head and coaxed the cat with a soft tone.

When she was speaking, her stomach was still ‘grumbling’ in protest.

The cat made a ‘wheezing’ sound, bowed its head and licked its food.

Not long after, several people finished their food separately, and several women and cats even licked the bowl completely, as if they had eaten some peerless delicacy.

"Now that I have enough food and drink, let's deal with the corpse."

Song Qingxiao stepped on the corpse that was still bubbling under the feet, and ordered a few people.

Everyone's expressions changed rapidly, from contentment to fear at the beginning, they all shook their heads and did not dare to step forward.

"The corpse is here. If you don't deal with it, if someone finds his disappearance, if you find it here, you will all die."

Song Qingxiao glanced at a few people slowly, and asked:

"What are you afraid of? When he is a human, we can all deal with him, even if he becomes a ghost, we can't deal with him a second time?"

Her coercion and temptation worked. Although several women were still scared, they couldn't respond because of her strength.

After a while, the woman holding the cat summoned the courage to step forward, and walked over to the head of the person who had fallen on the ground.

A layer of ice was condensed on the human head, and the **** water seeping from its head was also frozen by the ice force, making its face seem to be covered with a light pink color.

The man's face was distorted, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised strangely.

When the woman swallowed her saliva to lift his hair, his eyelids moved, as if opening his eyes.

"what-"

Frightened, the cat-holding woman who had been the most courageous all the time seemed to be scalded, and she wanted to withdraw her hands in a hurry.

But after shrinking halfway, one palm grabbed her wrist and stopped her hand from shrinking.

She turned her head in surprise, and saw Song Qingxiao, who was sitting on the bedside, appeared next to her at some point, holding her hand, and touching the head with an unmatched force. past.

"What are you afraid of?"

Song Qingxiao asked:

"He is dead."

"But," the woman holding the cat stammered, "but I see his eyelids are still moving—"

"Is there?" Song Qingxiao asked. While speaking, he pointed at the eyelid of the man's head with his fingers like a sword.

‘Puff, puff! ’

In the two soft sounds, the two eyeballs were punctuated, and the outer eyelids were sunken. Two rows of blood and tears poured out from UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's eyes, which flowed down the ice layer.

Song Qing was expressionless, and asked:

"What are you looking at now?"

The woman holding the cat summoned her courage and opened her eyes.

I saw that the eyelids of the person's head were glued together with blood and water, and there really was no movement.

"You—" She seemed to be stunned, then turned her head and glanced at Song Qing Xiao.

When Song Qingxiao grabbed her hand again and touched the head of the man, she did not resist any more, but lifted the head of the man.

After the head was lifted, he didn't act like before.

Maybe it was because Song Qingxiao was beside her. Although the woman holding the cat was still scared, she was more calm than before.

She even looked at other people after lifting the head, urging:

"You are going to clean up the corpses, too. Sister Juan'er is the youngest. You can fetch some water to wash away the blood in the boat."

If the corpses are destroyed, no one will find anyone dead here, and everyone will keep a secret at the same time, and everything here will never be revealed, and everyone is safe.

Several women listened to her, but they really had no other way, so they all agreed.

What happened last night happened again, and even to prevent the corpse from being scammed again, everyone took silk gauze and wrapped it tightly.

Although the night is over, the fog on the river obscures the sky and the light is still extremely dim.

The mob on the boat was very tired after yesterday's siege. At this time, the boat was extremely quiet.

The women worked together and threw the corpse into the water again. Just in case, they saw the rough river water swallow it with their own eyes, wrapped the man's corpse and flowed down, disappearing from everyone's sight.

It's just that the blood marks in the boat, the women have tried their best and still can't wash them away.