"Okay, just say hello to me tomorrow." Liao Xuebing couldn't find the problem, and reinstalled the messy parts in a depressed manner and closed the lid.

Although it was on a village-level highway, there was no village or shop in front of this place. The worms were screaming in the thick dust. Murong Bingyu looked left and right uneasy, called Liao Xuebing to get on the car, turned off the headlights of the front view, and only turned on the yellow indicator light to save electricity. He asked anxiously: "Liao Xuebing, what do you mean by what to do? I called Sister Yan just now, but there was no signal."

Liao Xuebing lit up his black and white display and shabby phone. "It doesn't matter, look at how the world's most advanced communication device, the Maritime Satellite Telephone, works. Even if you go deeper into the Mariana Trench below more than 10,000 meters, its signal is still very strong."

"Stop bragging, the maritime satellite phone is as big as a briefcase, it's not like you." Once in a foreign performance, Murong Bingyu saw with his own eyes the equipment that could also be used for communication in the North and South Poles. He immediately exposed Lao Liao's lies. Did Lao Liao put the broken phone back into his pocket?

Instead, she became worried. The car couldn't drive and the phone couldn't get through. She only saw a tractor along the way, and she missed it. It was getting late, and such a place would probably be opened until tomorrow morning. Either pray that the car could be started suddenly, or she could only sleep in the car and spend the night in a small space with the vulgar man who worked as a part-time repairman?

Murong Bingyu did not have the experience of living with men in such a terrible place as late as this late. He felt that Liao Xuebing had always looked at his thighs and chest, and he felt more and more nervous. He looked at an owl flying out of the woods far outside the car window from time to time, as if he had returned to the wilderness of the 19th century. Liao Xuebing lit a light and lit a cigarette. The firelight shone from bottom to top, making his face very strange and even more nervous. He slowly heard his heart beating violently.

"Singing, why are you stunned?" A strange cry patted the shoulder. Murong Bingyu's nerves were already tense, and he suddenly lost his soul and screamed.

The sound was sharp and almost pierced the eardrums. Several owls and crows were alarmed in the woods, and a few voles jumped out of the field. Snakes hurriedly swam towards the crypt.

Lao Liao covered his ears tightly and was shocked: "What's your name?"

Murong Bingyu said unhappy: "Don't touch me!"

It's really hard to raise women and villains! Liao Xuebing was so angry that he saw something wrong with you. He kindly asked, but was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs. Everyone in the world has different ideas. Liao Xuebing gets along with everyone with a casual attitude, which is indeed different from the big stars who are praised, but he still felt the distrust from Murong Bingyu, who is sensitive.

"Okay, if you don't touch it, don't touch it. My hands are used to hold gold, silver and treasures. Touching your pig body makes my hands dirty."

"What did you say?" Murong Bingyu sneered his eyebrows: "You are dog paws!" When a woman becomes too nervous, she will use hysteria to dispel the discomfort in her heart.

Liao Xuebing did not argue with her, so he started smoking and swallowed the clouds and vomited. In an instant, the car was filled with smoke. Murong Bingyu was choked and coughed repeatedly, and turned on the air conditioner switch and said angrily: "You, a big man, didn't care whether it would affect others if you smoke? You really have no public morality."

Liao Xuebing wanted to press the cigarette butt to her chest, but finally he held it back. At this time, the car used too much electricity, and the lights in the cabin became dim. Liao Xuebing said to himself: "About three years ago, there was a woman named Xiaozhen in Shishe Town. Her husband died early. A widow with a child. It was difficult to handle it at home. A rural postman felt sorry for her, so he often used some money to use Zhou Ji. This widow Zhen also had a good appearance and felt grateful to the postman. The two gradually got hooked up after a while."

Murong Bingyu was so angry that she didn't want to listen, but it was quiet late at night, and the voice couldn't help but penetrate into her ears, listening to Lao Liao's calm and unfeeling emotions.

"There is no paper that can cover the fire, nor is there an airtight wall. The affair between the two was finally known by the residents of Shishe Town, so everyone was very angry. Well, the town's thoughts were always relatively stone slabs, and it still retained the customs left over a long time ago. Everyone rushed into the house of Widow Zhen. At this time, she had just covered the postman and escaped from the back door, and she was caught by the people of the town. If it were left for this moment, Widow Zhen could say: I am willing to do nothing about you? But then it was different. The charge of adultery was greater than rebellion. Everyone discussed to execute Widow Zhen, so they could not defile the town, so they put her into a pig cage."

Murong Bingyu couldn't help but say, "But there should be police at that time, wouldn't they stop it?"

"Barring the bullshit, the police were all superstitious townsmen. When they went to Zhen Widow, several policemen were present, shouting that they would be punished on the spot. They were originally going to get her to death and were soaked in the river, but the Yanzhi River closest to the town was dozens of kilometers, and they were not willing to give up their own fish pond, so they borrowed a tractor and brought it out by several witches. That day was just over ten o'clock, and Shishe Town rang a big bell, and everyone gathered money to buy fireworks and paper threads." Liao Xuebing's speech was low, as if he was sighing at the "past event" more than thirty years ago.

"Later, what later?" Murong Bingyu asked. This is how women are. When they start to be afraid, they are when their curiosity begins to become strong.

"Her son was only thirteen or fourteen years old at the time, and he chased the tractor barefoot all the way. Well, it seemed that it was the end of October at that time, just a few days ago, but the autumn of that year was very cold. Just as nightfall came, a thin layer of frost was already formed on the ground. Her son ran so hard that his feet were frozen, but the postman never showed up again."

Murong Bingyu said: "Her son is so pitiful, that postman is so hateful, alas? The story is over like this?" Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and said: "Aren't you talking about your life experience? I didn't expect your childhood to be so miserable."

"Don't fight poverty! More than thirty years ago, the child was thirteen or fourteen years old now. Now he is almost fifty. How could it be me? The tractor has been carrying Widow Zhen and a few witches. The town mayor came out. There was no such road at that time. The road at that time was even worse than now, and it was uneven everywhere. Especially when driving a tractor, it could shake the passenger's butt into eight braids. It was even more pitiful to lock Widow Zhen in a pig cage. Halfway through the tractor, a gust of wind suddenly blew, a very cool wind. The wind at the end of October can freeze people from the cervical vertebra to the tailbone. Then, the tractor stopped and could no longer drive. I looked, it seemed that it was near where we parked, it should be not far away."

At this time, Murong Bingyu heard a slashing sound like static electricity from his back, and a coolness penetrated straight down.

"If the driver and the village chief deal, the tractor was not repaired well. After discussing, they thought something was strange, so they sent someone back to the town to bring reinforcements. After waiting for more than an hour, the witch who reported the news did not come back. The widow's son chased after him with blood. It was late at night and it was very dark. Think about it, there was a lack of lighting tools in that era, and even flashlights were considered luxury. The only thing that could be seen was the light on the front of the tractor. It was difficult for the people sitting behind to shine on each other's faces, but everyone could see the widow's son clearly, especially his extended blood footprints, as clear as if they were branded on the ground."

"Ah? Really fake?" Murong Bingyu vaguely felt that Liao Xuebing was scaring him. He was afraid to listen and curious about how the story followed developed. He still couldn't help but ask: "Are all the townspeople have been possessed by evil spirits?"

Liao Xuebing is a master of making up random things. When he talks at this point, he becomes more and more excited. He holds his face and says, "Everyone is very strange and scared. The driver has never seen such a scene and is so scared that he is lying on the seat in the cab. He doesn't move, right, that's what you are like."

"Ah" Murong Bingyu was startled, woke up, and glared at him fiercely.

"The widow's son ran and ran, as light as a bird, as long as spring, as happy as a lottery, he called 'Mom, Mom'. But the widow could not respond because he had been lynched in the town and his mouth was beaten to pieces. The charge was "a lewd woman, as lustful words and despicable words and seduced men". The mayor saw her plump and seductive lips and didn't know how many times she had been happy for the postman. Naturally, he thought that no one else could ever get what I couldn't get."

Murong Bingyu jerked and said, "Happy lips for the postman? Are you kissing?"

Liao Xuebing said angrily: "You don't understand it, kids don't ask too much. At this time, the tractor light suddenly went out and the surroundings fell into darkness. The witches were very panicked and said that it was a mistress who was a slut, which made the snake god angry. So they quickly repaired it. They worked hard and finally repaired it, but the widow's son disappeared, and even the row of bright red footprints disappeared. The witch felt it was strange and thought it was a problem with Widow Zhen, so she proposed to bury her alive on the spot. The tractor often had to work in the fields. There were shovels and hoes in the car. They quickly dug out a big pit and threw Widow Zhen into the pit. Widow Zhen's eyes were full of resentment and despair. Her mouth, which had been beaten, suddenly spoke: You bury me here, and I want everyone who passes here to die."
Chapter completed!