[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

After saying this sentence inexplicably, she turned her head and stopped the two dogs that were barking. After being yelled at, the two dogs lay down with a whimper, their eyes were black, and they were still staring at them slyly, just like It's like being refined.

When Zhitao was far away, he could still see the old lady bending over to look at them when he turned around. He had a bad feeling in his heart, and he asked Wanwan softly: "Do you want to tell Uncle Wang and the others?"

Wan Wan took out his mobile phone to call Uncle Wang, and simply reminded him a few words. Uncle Wang obviously didn't take his words seriously, and the voice came from the mobile phone:

"It's okay. We're here to travel, not to die. What are you afraid of?"

"Don't scare yourself, you are all young people, why are you more suspicious than me."

"You don't have to worry about us, we will go back to the village tomorrow."

Wan Wan guessed that people would have this attitude, and after hanging up the phone, he shrugged his shoulders at Zhitao, meaning there was no other way.

Zhitao sighed, this is what happened in her dreams at night when she was worried.

In the dream, Zhitao also persuaded Uncle Wang to go down the mountain, but failed for a long time, Uncle Wang insisted on spending the night on the mountain, and finally Uncle Wang said: "We will come back after a night's sleep, don't worry."

After finishing speaking, she led the family away, Zhitao watched Uncle Wang's family go up, crying like she knew what would happen next.

When she saw Zhitao and the others walking away, the old lady moved and walked towards Uncle Gu's house.

She walked to Uncle Gu's house with a cane and knocked on the door. Aunt Gu opened the door and saw her, and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

The old woman's face was full of fear, and she said in a flattering tone: "There are three people who haven't come back, just the family during the day."

"That family..." Mrs. Gu remembered that she said that the man she knew was the man from that family.

She didn't know if it was a real acquaintance, or a fake acquaintance, or whether she was playing in the mountains, or if she already knew the truth and was about to escape, anyway, it didn't matter, she smiled and said softly, "Forget it."

The old lady knew her temperament well, and when she heard this, she raised it in her heart, and she knew that what she had to say next was the most important thing.

"Go and inform the people in the town to kill those three people." She said casually, rubbing the jade bracelet with her thumb, which was shiny and moist, and strangled her thick wrist.

Mrs. Gu was born white and fat, like a jade-faced Buddha, but she didn't worry about human life at all. The lives of the family of three were as simple as killing mosquitoes in her mouth.

When the old lady heard what she said, Nuonuo responded and called a group of people to go up the mountain. Mrs. Gu watched the people go up the mountain and closed the door.

Suddenly, when she walked into the room, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and woke up Uncle Gu: "You go with me, I'm afraid they won't do it cleanly, and let those two young men catch the handle."

Uncle Gu sat up sleepily, he didn't dare to resist Mrs. Gu, even if he didn't like it in his heart, he had to put on his shoes obediently and go out.

Zhitao's dream became more and more bizarre.

In his dream, he saw Uncle Wang's daughter shouting cold, so Uncle Wang lit a bonfire. The red bonfire was particularly conspicuous in the dark forest. After Uncle Wang lit the bonfire, he went back to sleep in the tent.

After he went back to sleep, more than a dozen black figures came out of the woods. They surrounded Uncle Wang's tent cunningly without making a sound. Their red eyes looked at the tent, like bloodthirsty monsters.

One of the shadows made Uncle Gu's voice: "Brother, I'll bring you something."

The surrounding black shadows laughed silently, watching the tent slowly pull open, as if watching a hard shell revealing the meat inside.

This scene is vivid and vividly imprinted in Zhitao's mind.

After Zhitao woke up, he still remembered the scene where Heiying laughed, which made him feel uncomfortable even having breakfast.

Father Snowman noticed that he was absent-minded, and asked him softly, "What's the matter?"

Zhitao pinched her fingernails uneasily, "I have a bad feeling."

Father Snowman came to his senses: "Are you still worried about Uncle Wang and the others? Why don't you call and ask?"

Zhitao put down the bowls and chopsticks, picked up the phone and called Uncle Wang, but the call was hung up by the person opposite each time, which made him even more anxious, and the uneasiness in his eyes would spread out.

Wanwan's time is always staggered with Zhitao, before when Zhitao was asleep when he was awake, now that Zhitao is awake, he is sleeping again.

It wasn't until he heard disturbed movement in the living room that he woke up in a daze and asked, "...what's wrong?"

Zhitao put down the phone, and no longer insisted on making calls, "Uncle Wang and the others couldn't be reached."

Wanwan frowned, then sat up and took out his mobile phone to watch. It was only eight o'clock in the morning, and he comforted Zhitao: "Maybe they haven't woken up yet, you can call later."

Zhitao was even more worried when she heard this, after all, Uncle Wang said he wanted to watch the sunrise, so he should have woken up very early.

Uncle Wang's family is very energetic and has a good sense of time. They will never miss anything. Even if they are busy, it is impossible to hang up without answering a call.

He asked Father Snowman anxiously and anxiously, "Can you still find the place where Uncle Wang pitched his tent?"

Zhitao did not report much hope, after all, the road up the mountain was too dense, and the sky was dark, so it was impossible to see the road clearly, but Father Snowman was more reliable than he thought.

"I remember, I'll take you there." Father Snowman finished.

Hearing what he said, Zhitao hurriedly walked towards the door, and urged Father Snowman behind him to close the door after the priest also came out.

The sound of their footsteps hurried away, the door closed with a click, without asking Wanwan at all, he sat on the wooden board and fell into thought.

Do you look at me like a watchdog?

Wanwan scratched his head, feeling completely drowsy now, he decided to go with Zhitao and the others.

When Wan Wan went out, Father Snowman and Zhitao had already walked a certain distance, Wan Wan didn't find them, so he walked up the mountain by himself.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, and Zhitao and the others went to Uncle Wang's tent first. There were only burnt marks on the ground, including wood and tents, and nothing else could be seen.

There were neither bodies nor their belongings.

"……how come."

Zhitao saw the scene in front of her clearly, and stayed in place, unable to figure out what happened.

He suddenly remembered what the old woman said last night: "If they don't come back, they won't come back."

Thinking about it now, it was also an ominous warning, Zhitao was dizzy for a while, and was terrified by the terrible consequences in his imagination.

Father Snowman frowned and knelt down to observe the traces on the ground. There were no bloodstains or corpses, but he couldn't see the tents either. These images smashed into his mind.

When the priest was observing, three ghosts suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. They were lying on the ground looking at the priest. They were Uncle Wang's family.

Their bodies showed traces of being burned, and the three of them stuck together like twisted twists of malice. The wrinkles on their faces moved, and they grinned at Father Snowman, with black smudges falling from their mouths. powder.

Father Snowman vaguely remembered that only people who were burned could have this kind of soot in their mouths.

Another blink and they were gone, as if Father Snowman's illusion.

Father Snowman violently scraped away the dirt with his hands. His hands were tense due to the force, and his fingernails were covered with black mud. He dug down for a while before stopping.

The bewildered Zhitao next to him saw his movements and looked suspiciously. The priest lowered his head and looked at the ground he had dug. Inside was buried the three people who were stuck together. Father Snowman looked at the corpse with a dazed expression. .

Father Snowman raised his head to look at Zhitao, and for the first time he saw clearly the black figure standing behind Zhitao, with a black hood, floating a loose and re-condensed black figure.

It's like the world's fantasy of death, and it's like Father Snowman's fantasy of death.

The black shadow noticed his gaze, and as if there was a gap in the middle, he smiled silently at him.

Zhitao stood in front of the shadow, and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong? What did you find?"

He couldn't see the body.

Father Snowman opened his mouth and was about to say something when he was interrupted by Million.

"Damn it." Wanwan stood in a daze far away from them, staring at the tent in a daze, "What happened?"

Wan Wan walked towards them as he spoke, and Father Snowman quickly closed the soil with his hands, not noticing the corpse's eyes that had just opened for a moment.

"Ah, you are here." Zhitao's tone was very low, after all, the scene in front of her was really not very good.

"Where's Uncle Wang?" Wanwan asked in disbelief.

Zhitao couldn't speak, and could only shake his head. Father Snowman buried the soil and stood up. He looked at the ghosts on the ground and said, "Maybe they just went to play elsewhere, and they will return to the village by themselves later."

Father Snowman said in an unclear tone: "They will return to the village after all, we just need to wait."

Zhitao heard something from his tone and couldn't help but look sideways at him. Father Snowman noticed his gaze and smiled at him and said, "Let's go back first."

This time, Zhitao did not let the priest carry it, but walked with Wanwan, with Father Snowman leading the way.

As they walked, there was a long distance between them, Wan Wan consciously distanced himself from the priest in front of him.

Looking at the figure in front of him, Wanwan said in a panic, "Why do I feel that something is wrong with the priest? Could it be him who did it?"

"You think, when we went up the mountain, only Father Snowman followed, and he was the only one who knew where Uncle Wang and his tent were."

"Besides, from the old woman's tone yesterday, there is something wrong. Maybe everyone in the village is a murderer. We'll be finished if we go back with him."

"Why don't we just go down the mountain, anyway, we don't have anything to bring, so we will call the police directly after we go down the mountain."

The more Wan Wan talked, the more excited he became, and felt that this method was feasible, and he began to stretch his hands towards Zhitao, ready to pull Zhitao and run away now.

"Why didn't you tell me when you came?"

Zhitao was startled, and turned her head quickly, it was Uncle Wang's family, Uncle Wang was tall and thin standing in the woods, his face was very white, and all the gold rings on his hands were gone.

"What's wrong?" He smiled and approached them.

"How do you see my expression?"

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感谢在2022-04-2619:57:35~2022-05-0302:01:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Miss Rabbit;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!