snake coffin

Chapter 111 Heart Induction
After I yelled, maybe it was because of the heavy resentment in my heart that my chest felt tight and painful.

There is a dull pain in the lower abdomen, as if there is something slowly twisting.

At the same time, Mo Xiu, who was wrapped around my wrist, quickly turned around, crawled along my arm to my shoulder, and then quickly swam to my lower abdomen.

Swimming slowly on my lower abdomen, even the snake's body seemed to become warmer, like a warm hand stroking my lower abdomen.

While Chen Xinping was yelled at by me, he seemed a little dissatisfied: "We didn't buy this boy. Now if something happens, it's all us who suffer. Can't we just say that?"

In other words, they still feel that they are "innocent".

"Take down the child's body first." Xiao Xingye breathed out heavily.

He said to me: "Don't get angry, don't hurt the fetus."

The people of Chenjiacun, after kowtowing, seem to have nothing to do with them.

They all looked at the sticky corpse: "Isn't this too evil? The big iron is here, and Chen Haiping is also there? The cripple Chen has been dead for more than a year, right?"

"That bitch Li Qian is so evil that she actually brought everyone here."

"You shouldn't be angry." Mo Xiu calmed the snake fetus in my belly, then swam to my shoulder again and said in a deep voice: "There must be an evil coffin under that child."

Xiao Xingye was originally a fisherman. He took out his long gloves from his backpack and put them on. With something in his mouth, he reached out to hug the child, but he couldn't hold the child even though it looked like he was just lying on the corpses. .

He took a closer look at the child's body, but found that there was no such thing as a dead nail.

He could only look at me with heavy eyes and motioned for me to come over and take a look.

Holding the razor in my hand, I walked over in the eyes of the people in Chenjia Village who were still just watching.

The child was still lying there quietly. Now he was closer, and he could see a small dimple on the left side of his cheek.

I saw that my lower abdomen started to hurt again, and Mo Xiu sighed softly: "Go and hold him down."

Since Mo Xiu is here and he has spoken, it should be possible.

Xiao Xingye saw that I was going to hug the child, so he quickly took off the gloves and gave them to me.

Shaking his head at him, he reached out to pull the child's arm.

What didn't I touch?

Fuqian's hair can't be shaken off when it gets on it, but Yu Xinhe just grabbed it with both hands, but now he still can't get rid of it, my whole body is entangled by Fuqian's hair.

His hands were even stained with Fu Qian's blood, which was tainted by the substances suppressed by the snake coffin. It was much more powerful than corpse poison or water poison.

As soon as I reached out to pick up the child, his hands drooped limply.

I stretched my arms behind his neck, and with just a slight push, he flipped into my arms.

Those little arms turned around, as if he was holding me back.

I picked him up and suddenly felt extremely sore in my heart.

Xiao Xingye quickly took off his coat and yelled at Chen Xinping: "Pull out a bed."

Chen Xinping finally realized what he was doing and asked someone to pull out a bed, but no one was willing. They were still discussing what to put the small skeleton in.

I hugged the child in my arms, his small body was still soft, just like when I fell asleep with Ah Bao on that boat last night.

Maybe it was because I had been carrying A Bao for a few days, but I suddenly felt that if one day A Bao was taken away like this, I would go crazy.

The people of Chenjiacun made a big mess before they found a dilapidated wide stool with missing legs.

Xiao Xingye found a stone to cushion the missing stool, and motioned for me to put it down.

When I put the child on the bed, he quickly covered him with his coat and said to me: "Don't look at it. Sometimes if you see too many corpses, you will think about it."

"I wonder how he died? Did he suffer any crime during his lifetime?" Xiao Xingye said, glancing at my belly: "You are pregnant with a child now, so you will have some sympathy for the child's affairs. This is called motherhood. Bar."

I looked at the small body covered under the coat, and let out a deep breath. My chest was tight, and I couldn't even smell the stench.

The people of Chenjia Village, seeing the dead body of the child, went to see Chen Haiping, Chen Lizi, and Da Tie's five glued corpses.

Xiao Xingye told them not to touch, and then said to me: "Are you okay?"

But when his eyes fell on my lower abdomen, he said to me: "Why don't you go and rest?"

But Mo Xiu twirled on my wrist: "If there is an evil coffin, they must not touch it. They must take the evil coffin away."

"Let everyone back away." I walked over and said to Chen Xinping: "If people in your village want to be dragged away like Da Tie and others, if you want to be with them, just watch here. "

As soon as these words came out, the Chenjia Villagers who were still discussing at first glanced at the big irons who had become part of the "Human Coffin", and they all left immediately.

"You guys go ahead, I'll go back and cook, and come to my house for dinner later." Chen Xinping waved at us as he ran towards the house.

His character is not good, but he is very good at speaking in public. Their village doesn't even have water, so how can they cook?
As soon as everyone left, Mo Xiu came out directly.

Looking at these corpses, he waved slightly.

A gust of cold wind swept past, and there was a faint roaring sound, followed by the corpse that had been glued together over the years and slid away.

The thick stench dissipated, and inside the superimposed "human coffin", there was a coffin carved with various young animals, which was only a little bigger than the child's body, and was covered by several adult corpses just now. .

As soon as the coffin was exposed, something spewed out from the old well.

Mo Xiu glanced at it, still unfolded the black cloth, and said to me: "I will take it back first. This well is contaminated, and the groundwater in the entire village cannot be drunk. The things on their bodies cannot be cured. , just send the children back to their parents."

He glanced at the mouth of the well, waved his hand lightly, and a flame fell into the well.

The dark green fire light burst from the well and shot into the sky.

Even the air seemed to be "sizzling" on fire.

Mo Xiu took the small evil coffin and left directly.

The fire in the well was getting bigger and bigger, and there seemed to be something struggling in the well and screaming strangely.

Xiao Xingye wanted to look, but I pulled him back: "Don't look."

The strange call was very clear to me, just like the roar of a snake.

It was this sound when Fuqian's hair was burning, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"After rot, it turned into marsh gas, burning so fast." Xiao Xingye glanced at me and said to me, "What about the corpses of these people?"

The corpses of Chen Laizi and the others are already swollen and swollen like that dead cow.

"Let the people in Chenjia Village handle it themselves." I took a deep breath.

Looking at the child lying on the wide stool and covered by Xiao Xingye's coat: "Tell them that if the child's parents are not found, they will jump into the well like Chen Haiping."

Seeing that Xiao Xingye obviously felt that this deterrence was not enough, I said again in a deep voice: "It's true that I didn't scare them this time. They can try, anyway, I won't take care of this matter anymore. Just watch here, I will Take a walk."

If I stay here any longer, I think I will push all the people in Chenjia Village into the well and bury them without the evil coffin taking revenge.

After looking around, I walked up the Maomao Road in the village.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Xingye said with a worried face, "Don't wander around in this mountain nest."

"I'll go take a look at the reservoir above." I pointed toward the road.

The small island in the reservoir imprisoned Li Qian and the child, and I suddenly wanted to visit it.

The houses in the village are all concentrated in this area, but the Maoma Road goes up, which must lead to the reservoir.

Chenjia Village is not far from the reservoir, and I arrived there within ten minutes of walking.

The reservoir is so big that you can't even see the edge. It's surrounded by mountains on all sides. There are also a few small wooden boats parked on the shore with fishing nets and other things hanging.

The net was still a little wet, obviously people from the village often come here to fish.

There is a small island in the middle of the reservoir, quite far from the shore, and a simple house is nailed with wood on the edge of the island.

I walked around the edge of the reservoir, looking at the small island, and always felt that there was a resentment in my chest that had nowhere to vent.

As I walked, I saw a wooden board floating on the shore. It was as big as a palm and blackened by soaking, but it seemed to have writing on it.

I knelt down to pick it up and glanced at it casually. The resentment in my chest seemed to turn into a thorn in an instant, and it hurt me.

On the wooden board that was soaked black, there were a few words twisted like earthworms.

I don't know what it is at a glance, but if you look closely, it is: 99 me.

The word "I" still belongs to different families. Every time I write, I write it for a long time.

The writing material is dark red. It may have been soaked for a long time, so it's a bit hard to see clearly. It may be blood, or it may not be.

I held the board, looked at the small island, and walked a few steps forward.

After a while, there was another larger wooden board.

The twisted and dark red characters still read: 99 me.

Five or six-year-old children were caught after escaping again and again, and were chained and imprisoned on the island. It was obvious that people from Chenjia Village went to the island to fish and fish.

Those who have seen the child have also seen the distress message written on the wooden board with blood.

But no one thought of saving him.

I pinched the wooden board and suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with the evil coffin, at least if there was no evil coffin.

No one knows how that child, and Li Qian, died, and who killed them.

At this moment, the scales on the collarbone seemed to be heating up, and someone seemed to be calling me in my ear: "Long Ling, come quickly, I'm waiting for you."

(End of this chapter)