Chapter 285 Chapter Fifty-One

The mosquito flew around his nose for a while, not knowing where to rest.Five "people" stared at the mosquito with one eye. The mosquito finally landed on the tip of his nose, wiped the beak needle with its slender forefoot, and then inserted the beak needle into the slightly rough skin slowly.A tube of dark red blood followed the mosquito's mouth into the stomach, and the mosquito's shriveled stomach gradually swelled, turning red in the black. The person sleeping on the bamboo bed raised his hand reflexively, and then quickly and precisely slapped the mosquito bite.Both the one-eyed and blind-eyed were stunned.

"Crack!" There was another crisp sound. This time it was not the legs, but the face! No matter how soundly a person slept, he would not fail to feel the pain of this slap.The person sleeping on the bamboo bed felt a sharp pain in the bridge of his nose, and immediately jumped up like a fish on the chopping board! Immediately, that person didn't lie down again, his eyes were wider than the moon in the sky, and five shadows were reflected in his pupils!The five "people" also stared at him blankly.Of course, the five of them still "looked" at him with one eye.

He wondered, why did he see these five strange people as soon as he woke up?And four blind men and one one-eyed?He immediately thought of the news about Mr. Ichimogo that had been heard from the election wife. "What a ghost!" he yelled.This horrific scream woke up the deep and shallow beautiful nightmares of all the people in the village, and at the same time, it also disturbed the wives and children in the house.But no one had time to get dressed immediately to help him.He soon discovered that his legs were still held down by two blind ghosts.Although his hands broke free, they were as hot as if they had just washed chili peppers.He had also heard about the Fourth Grandma cursing ghosts, and he also knew that ordinary ghosts were afraid of evil people.But for a while, he forgot how to start scolding.He is an honest farmer, and he has never quarreled or quarreled with his neighbors. It is indeed very difficult for him to say "dirty" like the fourth grandma.

He opened his mouth, but didn't close it, and couldn't hold back a single swear word. He looked at Mr. Ichimokugo in front of him in horror.Mr. Ichimogo also looked at him in horror, not knowing whether he should continue to catch him or let him go and run away. There was a sound in the room. It was the sound of people wearing clothes and tripping the bed, stool, table and chair.People around quickly turned on five-watt incandescent lamps or candles that had just been blown out.Ichimogo-san seemed a little panicked.And the person on the bamboo bed had a bloodstain on his nose, and the mosquito's body lay across the tip of his nose like an indelible spot.

"There's a ghost! Come and help me!" He woke up from the shock and continued to shout desperately. "Come on! Mr. Ichimogogo is here to suck my breath! Everyone, come and save me!" His voice started from the bamboo bed, turned around the alley and entered everyone's ears.So some people picked up hoes, some picked up sickles, and some even picked up a washbasin and rushed out.The children were even more excited. They jumped up from the bed and were about to run outside naked, but their mother grabbed her and shouted: "Children, you are not allowed to go! You are not yet twelve years old!"

The whole village woke up from a deep sleep for a while, and became noisy from the tranquility.Everyone ran in the direction of the voice calling for help.The grasshopper in the corner was also awakened, and began to chirp again in annoyance. But when everyone gathered beside the bamboo bed, Mr. Ichimogogo was nowhere to be seen, only a pale and frightened face. "Where's the ghost? Where's Mr. Yimuwu?" Everyone asked, because they ran too fast just now, they were still panting and out of breath.The guy in his hand was still clenched tightly. The lips of the person on the bamboo bed trembled: "Go... go..."

"Gone? So fast? Where did you go?" Everyone asked nervously, still holding the things in their hands.Some people even squatted down to look under the bamboo bed. It seemed that Mr. Ichimogo was hiding under the bamboo bed.There are also people who are very confident when asking questions, but they lean tightly against the person in front, for fear that they will be pulled away by something suddenly. The person on the bamboo bed was speechless, and collapsed on the bamboo bed as soft as a lump of mud.Then everyone quickly threw away the things in their hands and hurriedly carried him into the house.

"The moonlight is very cloudy. Hurry up and carry him into the house. Where's his wife? Quickly raise the fire, let him soak up some vitality, and don't let him be chilled by the cloudy air." Someone shouted. His daughter-in-law's legs were shaking so badly that she couldn't walk anymore. "I saw you running very fast just now, why is your husband unable to walk when he is out of danger?" Someone sneered, but he lit the fire on his own initiative.The flames jumped up and reflected on everyone's faces. The man roasted beside the fire for more than half an hour before his face regained some blood.I can move my hands, but I can't move my feet.The blacksmith pinched his ankle with his fingers like pliers, but the man was unconscious, staring at the jumping flames with dazed eyes, looking terrifying.

"It's over, I'm afraid Mr. Ichimogo-san sucked a lot of his energy, and I'm afraid his legs are going to be crippled." Someone whispered beside him. Another person said: "All the energy has not been absorbed, and it is a blessing in misfortune to be able to save one life!" The man suddenly removed his dazed eyes from the flames, looked straight at the two people who were talking, and said with a blank expression: "Who said that my legs are gone? My two legs are still on the bamboo bed. You guys When you carried me, you forgot to bring my legs into the house."

Everyone present took a deep breath.The person who supported him comforted him: "Your legs are on your body, why are they on the bamboo bed? I'm afraid you lost your mind from being frightened, and your legs will regain consciousness when you recover. It's not a problem!" Others comforted him one after another. : "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, your legs will be fine tomorrow. You're freaking out." Then everyone said to his wife: "Hurry up and put your man on the bed to sleep. Fortunately, Mr. Yimowu didn't finish his energy. How about you and the child?"

"No! No!! No!!!" Her man pushed away the person who was supporting him, furious. "My legs are still on the bamboo bed! Help me move my legs here!" He stretched out a hand, pointing straight out of the house, "My legs are still there! Look! You carried me in , but forgot my legs!"