[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Mrs. Gu wiped away her tears and stood up, and began to command the people around her arrogantly, asking the villagers to call the family who was doing the funeral, and planned to bury Uncle Gu in the afternoon.

The funeral in the village requires a seven-day morgue, but Mrs. Gu obviously didn't have that in mind.

Before the funeral family came, a villager couldn't help asking Mrs. Gu, "Auntie, the ghost has come, what should we do?"

Aunt Gu caressed the Jade Buddha in her arms, remembering that the three ghosts had moved Uncle Gu but not her, she felt that this Jade Buddha was useful and could save her own life, and as for the lives of the villagers, she could ask for more blessings.

She was born in an ordinary family, and she followed this man at the age of 19. Since then, she has started a life of murder, and took more than a dozen lives in her hands for money.

For her, only her own life is her life, and the lives of others are not. It is just a tool that allows her to withdraw money.

Mrs. Gu listened to his question, and said casually: "What else can I do, this is not the time to live."

As soon as the villager heard Mrs. Gu say that, she knew she was not going to take care of them, so he said anxiously: "Auntie, you asked us to do those things!"

When she heard this, she sneered, raised her eyes and looked at the people around her, and said loudly, "What are you pretending to be, you've already done this, don't say you didn't do anything, how did those houses and money come from?" Yes, we all know it.”

"When my man and I came here, the poor here didn't even have the money to buy a coffin. Now that we're dead, we can still buy a good coffin. In that case, you have to thank me!"

The people around were silent, and the villager gritted his teeth, preparing to refute her words.

I heard a commotion at the door, it was the funeral people, although I was reminded of Uncle Gu's tragedy on the way here, but I was still shocked when I saw it.

There was only one family in the whole village that held the funeral. There were two fathers and sons in the family, one old and one young. The smell almost spit out.

When it was finally done, both father and son looked very unhappy. The old man was considered a very old man in the village. He lived by his craft and had never been involved in this matter.

He persuaded Mrs. Gu: "Aunt Gu, it's not the first time I've told you this. Do less of this. If you walk a lot at night, you'll always meet ghosts."

Mrs. Gu didn't like what he said, she sounded like she was cursing her, she immediately stared at her with her eyebrows, and said fiercely: "You don't need to talk too much, just do what you should do!"

The old man sighed, bent down and put Uncle Gu into a wooden box, and wrapped it with a layer of paper, so as not to leak it out.

"Are you leaving?" Zhitao asked listening to the voice on the phone, startled by Uncle Wang's words.

Uncle Wang said cheerfully on the phone: "I've finished watching what I want to see. I'm going to go back today and come back to play next time."

"Are you going to come here next time?" Zhitao thinks that there is nothing good about this pomegranate village, the villagers cheat people, and the things are expensive, so they can go to other places to play, but they don't understand why Uncle Wang still comes.

Uncle Wang on the other side of the phone seemed to be smiling, showing a chill, and when he spoke again, the phone signal suddenly became poor.

"...Prickly...I have no other place to go, so I have to come here." After a prickly sound, Uncle Wang's voice came.

"Is the signal not very good there?" Zhitao took the phone away when she heard the sound, the voice was sharp and unpleasant, like long fingernails on the blackboard.

Zhitao waited until the sound died down, then picked up the phone and continued to listen, just not listening to what Uncle Wang said just now.

"Maybe it's because we're going home..." Uncle Wang's voice gradually became weaker, and finally hung up with a thud.

Zhitao watched the phone hang up, feeling unspeakable doubts in her heart, always felt that what Uncle Wang said was very strange.

"Oh, a million," Zhitao called out to him who was also in the tour group, "Do you know where Uncle Wang and his family are? They actually said they were going home soon."

"...Ah?" Wan Wan was leaning on the sofa in a daze, and when he was called out, he was shocked and sat up straight, "What?"

Zhitao knew that Wanwan had been absent-minded since he went down the mountain, as if he was thinking about something.

So Zhitao repeated the question again: "Do you know where Uncle Wang's family is?"

This time Wan Wan heard clearly, he scratched his head, opened his mouth a few times, and closed it again, Zhitao guessed from his appearance that Wan Wan probably didn't know, and was about to say forget it.

I saw Wanwan slapping his head violently, "I remember! xx district, s district, s city, s county!"

Zhitao was startled by his actions, and said after a while: "Ah, you can remember it so clearly?"

Million is also a little strange, he frowned, unable to speak, finally he sighed and said: "I don't know what's going on, my thoughts are so confused now, let me think again."

When going down the mountain, the little girl said a lot of inexplicable things to Wanwan. Wanwan obviously shouldn't take it to heart, after all, it's just a child's nonsense.

But he felt strangely from those words, as if he had forgotten something that shouldn't be forgotten.

Zhitao heard Wanwan said that he should think carefully, so he didn't bother him anymore, but a question kept popping up from the bottom of his heart: [Uncle Wang's house is not far from here, why did he arrive so soon. ]

This question bothered him, like a layer of fog covering Zhitao's face, making him unable to see the truth clearly.

Wanwan couldn't help talking nonsense at this moment: "Uncle Wang and the others might as well take us along, this pomegranate village is so weird, I really don't understand why I have to come here!"

At the end, Wan Wan felt sad from his heart, and viciously hammered his thigh with his hand.

Zhitao was also thinking about what he said: "I read it on the Internet, and then I saw that it was very interesting here, and it happened that I was free, so I came here."

Then comfort him: "It's all here, let it take its course."

Wanwan sighed when he heard what he said, and felt even more uneasy: "Do you feel that you have forgotten something?"

"No." Zhitao recalled, he could recall all the memories of his 19-year-old, at most sometimes he would suddenly forget something, but it was normal, after all, it is impossible for people to remember everything.

"Sometimes I feel..." Wanwan leaned on the sofa and thought back, "I feel that I have forgotten something important, the kind of thing that I must never forget."

Father Snowman was standing in the kitchen cooking, and the air was filled with the smell of food.

Wanwan smelled the smell and thought of the priest. He got up from the sofa and whispered in Zhitao's ear: "Besides, don't you think there is something wrong with Father Snowman?"

"I think he looks like a perverted murderer. He treats you well on the surface, but actually wants to kill you, and after killing you, he buries your body under a tree."

"Speaking of which, there is a pomegranate tree in his backyard, and it grows very tall. Other pomegranate trees can grow up to five meters high. It can grow to be more than eight meters high. It is not normal at first glance. Maybe..."

"There are corpses buried under it!" Wanwan rushed towards Zhitao, but Zhitao avoided him in disgust.

"You're not afraid?" Wan Wan thought that Zhitao was afraid of these things.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Zhitao said.

Ever since he was a child, someone has always tried to scare him, and when taking him to the amusement park, he must go to the haunted house. Zhitao didn't take it seriously at first, until later he saw the surveillance of the haunted house.

Since then, he has angrily edited dozens of ghost movies, and made up his mind to be a handsome man who never changes his face when the mountains collapse.

Don't underestimate the potential of any color control.

Wanwan then asked him: "Then do you think he is...?"

Zhitao didn't answer. In fact, he also felt that Father Snowman looked weird since he came back from the mountain, but he didn't think he was some perverted murderer.

The perverted murderer Father Snowman, who looked weird, was slowly chopping vegetables. The kitchen knife was very sharp, and he sliced ​​the wild vegetables crisply. handsome.

"It's the third day now." The priest said softly while frying the vegetables, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone.

The black shadow stood up in an instant and said something he couldn't understand.

The priest listened quietly, and then said: "Let them be the same as before, and don't make too much noise."

Hearing what he said, the black shadow immediately dispersed to inform them of the news.

Father Snowman finished the meal, took it out, looked at the two people who were sitting on the sofa obediently, and said softly, "Come and eat."

Wan Wan whispered again: "Come and be slaughtered."

The angry childish peach dropped a fist to his thigh.

Wanwan jumped up with a loud groan, never thought that Zhitao looked weak, and it hurt so much to be hit.

"Don't talk about the priest like that, are you bored? Let's go eat." Zhitao said dissatisfiedly to Wanwan.

But seeing his genuine pain, his tone weakened again, and he said embarrassingly: "Are you okay..."

"I didn't use much effort."

When Wan Wan heard what he said, his self-esteem rose strangely, and he endured the pain and pretended to say indifferently: "It doesn't hurt."

"Ah." Zhitao knew that he was holding back the pain, guessed that he didn't want to embarrass himself, and felt even more embarrassed. At the same time, he was quite surprised. After all, he had been weak since he was a child, and this was the first time he hurt someone.

He apologized to Wan Wan guiltily: "I'm sorry, I didn't know I was so strong."

Wan Wan blushed and muttered: "It really doesn't hurt, it's just too sudden and I didn't react."

Zhitao looked at him sympathetically, Wanwan instantly felt that his self-esteem had been hurt more seriously than xx, and he said sullenly, "Let's eat first."

After lunch, they had no other arrangements, Wanwan took his camera to look at the photos, Zhitao remembered something when he saw the camera: "You took pictures of me before..."

"What?" Wan Wan leaned casually on the sofa.

Zhitao stopped suddenly, and couldn't remember what was going on for a moment.

"It's okay." He finally said, feeling that he had been getting weirder recently.

There was a sharp suona sound outside the door, as well as a vague howling sound. Just as Wanwan relaxed, he sat up again when he was prodded by the sound, and for the first time, he burst out in front of Zhitao: "Fuck, this is another What's wrong?"

Father Snowman opened the door first, looked into the distance, and came back after a while and said, "Uncle Gu's family is dead."

The priest looked at the two people in a daze and asked, "Are you going?"