Chapter 102 Chapter Fourteen Shadow

The third uncle was silent for a while, then looked at the shadow again, feeling that the anger just now was a bit embarrassing, so he changed the subject and said, "Fuck, who discovered this damn thing?" Everyone turned their attention to a person, that was a child, I recognized him, his name was Wu Shuangdan, when I asked him why his father gave him such a name, he said his father’s name was Wu Yigen, maybe it was for revenge on his grandfather .The child was so frightened that his face turned pale and he couldn't speak. A person nearby told us what happened. It turned out that this kid was picking up stones nearby to repair the stove for his father. He was in a hurry to urinate while picking up stones. Children like to play, so they jumped on the stones and urinated. time to see.

The third uncle looked at the kid and asked him, "When did you pee?" The little ghost ignored the third uncle, trembling all over, just staring at the stone, as if he was terribly frightened. The third uncle asked again, it still had the same effect, he was puzzled, and asked a person next to him: "What is he afraid of?" The man's face was ashen, and he pointed to the snail group under the stone, and said: "He told us just now that 'it' is moving, and it climbed up a little bit compared to when he saw it just now!" At that time, there was a creepy atmosphere among us, and I saw my cousin's fingers trembling slightly.

After being silent for a long time, the third uncle cursed, picked up a branch from the bank, jumped over and stretched it into the water, stirred vigorously, stirred up all the snails from the stone, fiddled them aside, and then came back to roar One said: "Afraid of a dick, what are we doing, are we afraid of being killed by snails?" Seeing the strange figure disappear, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The third uncle called his buddy among the onlookers, said something to him, and then said to the others: "Go back! Don't look at me!" , Go back and cook a plate yourself and watch enough.”

The onlookers dispersed angrily, and the third uncle walked up to Cousin, and said softly to him, "Old Cousin, can you trust me?" The cousin frowned and looked at the third uncle: "What do you want to do, kid?" "Damn it—you'd better leave it to me. My boss can't do the job, and you don't have anyone under your command. If the trouble continues, the whole village will probably know about it." Cousin is obviously also jealous of this point, thinking sullenly, before nodding for a long time: "Don't play tricks on me, or your boy will die worse than snail."

The third uncle grinned, looked at the stream, and asked, "When will Qianzu's grave be buried?" Biao Gongdao: "There are still three days." "Don't procrastinate, I will be buried tomorrow. Give the Taoist priest some money and let him change the date." The third uncle patted him on the shoulder: "This motherfucker is really going to happen." Cousin nodded, "I know. What are you going to do?" The third uncle said: "I will ask my brother to guard this stream. I will buy some 'Ke Luo Xing' later and dry up all the snails here."

Saying that, my third uncle beckoned me to go, to go shopping in the city, and told me to drive. I rushed over and asked him, "Uncle, this is so ridiculous, what's going on?" The third uncle waved my hand to tell me not to talk, and when he got in the car, he immediately narrowed his eyes and said to me: "It's his grandma, we may have made a mistake." "What's wrong?" "The extra coffin is probably not for the dead man, but for those mud snails." "Ah, why?" "How did I know." The third uncle frowned: "Damn it, I'm afraid something will happen. Anyway, let's kill those mud snails first."