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Chapter 154 Chapter Thirteen Tooth Decay

"It's what your grandpa meant. He loves you, and he doesn't want you to go." Mom said. "He doesn't want me to go?" I asked in disbelief, "Is it because of him that I couldn't wake up just now? No wonder I slept so uncomfortable just now." People themselves have souls, so even a little alchemy can deal with people.Grandpa once used sleepiness to deal with the Japanese devils stationed on the top of Changshan.A regiment of Japanese soldiers was stationed there, ordering the captured strong men to pan for gold.There are still many abandoned gold mines on Changshan, but the gold has been cleaned up. Two children fell into the "Doumen House" when they were playing on the top of Changshan Mountain. One was rescued and the other fell to his death.

Grandpa used to let a Japanese soldier who was guarding them fall asleep, and he couldn't wake him up.Then grandpa escaped with a few strong men from Thrushcross Village. Now in Huamei Village, there are old people who escaped at that time and are still alive.When the old man talked about this matter, I wondered if grandpa would.Today, it seems that grandpa has learned the art of lethargy. I frantically finished the leftovers in the bowl, hurriedly opened the door and ran into the night, and ran towards Jiangjun Slope. By the time I reached Jiangjun Slope, they had already started fighting with the red-haired ghosts.Xuan Po was lying on the ground and rolling, his hands were swollen to three times the size of normal people.Others were holding poles and hoes to fight against the red-haired ghost, and there was a clanging sound.The red-haired ghost wanted to retreat into the tomb, but the hole was blocked by the pole that grandpa had inserted in it before.It seems that grandpa had expected that the red-haired ghost would return to this hole.

The red-haired ghost impatiently shook the pole inserted in the hole, but the pole remained frozen as if it had grown roots.At this time, I can't help, so I can only worry on the sidelines.I looked for the shadow of grandpa in the crowd. Grandpa is tinkering with a cloth bag.I don't know what is in the cloth bag.He handed the cloth bag to a strong man, and whispered something loudly in his ear.Because the surroundings were too noisy, I couldn't hear what grandpa explained to the man. The sturdy man took the cloth bag tremblingly, his legs trembling like chaff, and slowly moved towards the impatient red-haired ghost.Grandpa ran to the other side of the grave, facing the red-haired ghost across the grave.The red-haired ghost stared at Grandpa for a moment, then grabbed a big rock and threw it at him.Grandpa dodged and dodged.

Grandpa took advantage of the situation and half-kneeled on the ground, chanting a mantra silently, and hitting the ground with his left palm hard.From my perspective, half of Grandpa's body is covered by the grave, but his face is higher than the grave.His face showed an ugly white belly as if it had been soaked in water for a long time, and it was clear that the backlash had not fully recovered. Half a minute after Grandpa hit the ground with his left palm, the grave began to smoke, thick blue smoke.The smoke is like rotten grass leaves that have been rotting and spontaneously combusted for too long, giving off a nauseous smell.Everyone hurriedly stopped attacking the red-haired ghost and covered their noses one after another.The burly man with the cloth bag looked for an opportunity to walk to the front of the crowd, opened the cloth bag, and scattered the contents to the red-haired ghost.What spilled out was dust, and some spider silk tied the dust into a string.It turned out to be the old dust collected on the roof beams that grandpa had explained.

The surrounding people had just been half-dead by the smell of green smoke, and were also choked by the burst of old ashes, coughing intermittently. Because the ash-spreader was too nervous, most of the ash was scattered around the radius of his hand, and only a small amount of dust stuck to the red-haired ghost. Wherever the dust landed on the skin of the red-haired ghost, the skin would rot quickly, giving off a smoky smell like green smoke, or even stronger than green smoke.The red-haired ghost grabbed the pole in the hole with both hands, screaming heart-piercingly!The roar shook the valley!

The red-haired ghost pulled out the pole with all his strength, and with a "click", the pole was broken by it!Grandpa, who was half squatting on the ground, was dumbfounded.The pole was not broken, but pulled out by it, which shows the extent to which its strength has exploded.The dust just now made it explode in excruciating pain! It wields half a shoulder pole and hits people. Three men standing in front of the crowd raised their hoes to block them.The red-haired ghost slammed at the defensive weapons in their hands, and the three shouted at the same time! The three hoes flew out at the same time and landed five or six feet away.The three of them opened their palms and howled, bright red blood flowed out from all three of their tiger's mouths.Their tiger's mouth was shattered by the powerful force of the red-haired ghost!

The red-haired ghost was extremely excited when he saw the blood.It opened its eyes wide, its eyes began to change color, and it actually emitted a faint red light, and the faint light quickly became stronger, and finally it was like the light from a flashlight! "Get out!" Grandpa yelled while squatting halfway, his palms still pressing on the ground. But it was too late, the red-haired ghost raised half of the shoulder pole and waved it towards the crowd again.Two or three people fell to the ground.The others scattered like a smashed ant nest.The red-haired ghost bent down and grabbed the stones on the ground and threw them at the dispersed crowd. Some people were hit on the head and made a "dong" sound like knocking on a wooden fish.

The red-haired ghost raised his pole and roared towards the moon in the sky.The moonlight shines on its face.I can clearly see that its vellus hairs are all standing up!The red ones are like rusty steel needles!The original mountain father is dry and thin, with the skin directly attached to the bone.But now the red-haired ghost is as strong as a cow, and the muscles in his arms and thighs are bulging.It's so exciting!Black rotting teeth can be seen in the roaring mouth. The only place where the resurrection ground cannot restart the metabolism of the corpse is the teeth.Even if it is a living person, if the tooth is broken, it can only be repaired with other alloys, and it cannot be repaired by itself.So the only place the red-haired ghost is rotting is the teeth.It is precisely because of this that the teeth of the red-haired ghost are extremely poisonous, not inferior to ordinary poisonous snakes.

It bared its teeth and rushed towards people.Its flashlight-like eyes shot at the scattered people, looking for targets to hunt.I don't know who shouted: "Run down the mountain!" People panicked and jumped to find a path and rushed down the mountain.No one dared to take the wide mountain road, because they all knew that the red-haired ghost likes to rampage on the wide and straight road when he is crazy. Xuan Po couldn't care less about the pain, got up and ran.I was about to go over to help my grandpa, but grandpa waved his right hand and shouted: "Liangzi, run with them!" I quickly turned back and ran wildly down the mountain with the crowd.Weeds and wild vines hit my legs from time to time, like hands holding my steps.

The red-haired ghost was even more excited, and followed behind.While running, it picked up stones and threw them at the crowd. Running down from the junction of Jiangjunpo and Changshan, there is a road at the foot of the mountain, which leads directly to the "opposite door house".Everyone panicked and fled in the direction of the "opposite door house".
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