blood fox

Chapter 135 Eyes Without Pupils

Surrounded by the black hair hanging from the ceiling, I felt my whole body froze instantly.

But he didn't dare to act rashly, and carefully glanced up.

I saw the woman lying on the balcony on the second floor smiling at me in the afternoon, she looked like a gecko, lying on the ceiling, smiling at me with her head down.

But as soon as I took a look, I heard a "Zi" sound.

A flame surged directly from my body, burning the black hair.

Following the flash of Ling Yuanyue's white brocade robe, she held me in her arms, and the thread of blood drawn from my fingertips rolled towards the woman with a splash.

But with a flash of blood, the woman seemed to disappear in an instant.

"What's wrong?" Hu Yuhan hurried over, covered his mouth and nose and looked at me, "Did you bump into something just now?"

I glanced at Ling Yuan, didn't he say that this thing is gone?
Ling Yuan frowned, his face full of doubts.

The village chief and the others had already searched around. A few bold men in the village were wearing masks, holding sheets or something, and directly wrapped up Mrs. Jiang lying on the bed.

Then it was confirmed that no one was in the room.

If the woman with the bamboo pole and Qin Yangyu and Hu Sanniang hadn't come in, everyone would probably be very happy, at least it would prove that those children were not here.

But now, with so many people watching Qin Yangyu and the others come in, but they couldn't find them when they didn't go out, everyone became more and more uneasy.

The village head greeted people, moved Mrs. Jiang's body into the yard, and then let us see it too.

Everyone returned in vain, and the villagers guarding outside were also full of fear.

The village chief probably called Jiang Ruiwei, and it seemed that they still refused to come back, so angry that they almost smashed the phone.

If they couldn't find it, everyone comforted the parents of other children and went to other places to look for it.

Then we were left with the village chief to wait for the police.

Mrs. Jiang's body had been removed, and the rotten smell spread. The village chief told us not to wait at the gate of Jiang's house, but to wait outside at the intersection.

Hu Yuhan had the car keys, so he drove the car away.

While we were waiting for the police, the village chief told us about the past of the Jiang family.

The Jiang family is from outside. It was Jiang Ruiwei's great-grandfather who fled the famine at the beginning, and took them to build a shed here in the old house of the Jiang family, and let the ducks live in the reservoir.

At that time, the reservoir was not so big, and no one contracted it. The Jiang family survived by releasing ducks, hatching ducks and selling duck eggs.

Later, they became a family member. When Jiang Ruiwei's grandfather was around, it seemed that the family started to pay, and they didn't know where the money came from. Anyway, they were rich.

Even Jiang Ruiwei's grandmother disappeared, and his grandfather married another one.

But the situation in his family is a bit strange. No matter how many children are born, only one will live in the end, and this has been the case for two generations.

What kind of Jiang Ruiwei's grandfather was like, the village chief can't remember.

But above his father, there are a few brothers and sisters, but they didn't bring them, they all seemed to have died of illness, leaving Jiang Ruiwei's father as the only seedling.

I vaguely sensed something was wrong, looked at the village chief and said, "But there are four sisters Jiang Ruiwei?"

The village head nodded: "It may also be that the conditions were not good in the past, and many had too many children to support. In our generation, it will be fine."

"The child died of illness, where was he buried?" I am also from the countryside, and the Jiang family has lived in the village for three generations. Are there any good ones?

If the child dies of illness, even if he is not sent to the hospital, he must go to the barefoot doctor.

Even if you die young, there is nothing you can do, you have to bury it somewhere, right?
The village chief just shook his head: "The Jiang family doesn't have much contact with the villagers. You can see that they live in a single family by the side of the reservoir."

In other words, those children who died young did not know how they died or where they were buried.

I feel that the problem is a bit serious. The matter of the hungry ghost may not have happened suddenly, it seems to have happened since the ancestors of the Jiang family.

For example, Jiang Ruiwei's grandma who suddenly disappeared...

The village head also mentioned that the old lady of the Jiang family was quite old, over 80, and was paralyzed in the past two years, but the four sisters of the Jiang family were in good condition outside.

"You see, they have money and build roads alone, but none of them are willing to take the old lady outside to take care of them. Except for Qingming tomb-sweeping, no one comes back during the holidays." The village chief was also very annoyed.

Touching the cigarette and smoking it, the car is so big, he smoked so hard, I was choked.

But if you want to trick others, you have to endure it.

But the strange thing is that after the village chief took two puffs, the cigarette seemed to stop burning.

He even lit the fire a few times, but it didn't light up.

If you change one, it won't ignite.

It is estimated that there is also a little palpitation, so I dare not order again.

Then he continued to chatter with us: "The four sisters of Lao Jiang's family are rich, so they spend money to take care of them. The four sisters, one thousand a person, 4000 yuan a month, send three meals to the old lady, and wait for her to wash her hands. Son."

"Then who will take care of it?" I thought about Mrs. Jiang's bed sores and worms, which proved that the person who took care of her must not be careful.

But thinking about it, the Jiang family didn't care too much, and they didn't let people come back to look at them. The people who took care of them naturally didn't pay too much attention.

When the village chief heard my question, his hand holding the cigarette trembled, and he almost dropped the cigarette.

However, it is estimated that we do not know that Mrs. Jiang was tortured during her lifetime.

He coughed softly: "This job is easy, and the women in the village take turns. One day per person, excluding expenses, one hundred per day. After all, it's not good to give this kind of thing to anyone alone."

It is not easy to take care of a paralyzed person, but it is easy for Mrs. Jiang because there is no one to supervise her.

It's just to deliver food, wash it, and don't need to guard it.

According to the information Hu Sanniang researched, Mrs. Jiang was tortured to death. She didn't even have three meals a day.

4000 yuan a month, whoever you give it, everyone is jealous.

Everyone earns money, and if something happens, no one should say anything.

I thought of those people who didn't even care about their children just to play cards, and suddenly felt sympathy for Mrs. Jiang.

He couldn't help but turned his head and looked out, it was already dark.

But outside the car window, it was ridiculously dark, as if there was a layer of black on it.

I always felt that there was still the smell of the village chief's cigarette in the car, so I reached out and tried to knock down the glass.

But as soon as I stretched out my hand, I found that the black layer on the glass seemed to be streaked.

like hair...

When I thought of the long-haired girl I had seen twice just now, I was shocked for a moment.

The body quickly moved back, but at this moment, the thin and pale face of the long-haired girl was pressed against the glass window, with black and white eyes, looking inwardly, still smiling at me with the corners of her mouth curled up.

It was only through the car window, and I was very close, that I realized that the eyes of this long-haired girl were only white and black.

No bloodshot eyes, no pupils!
(End of this chapter)