Xiaoyao Xiaoyao in the mountains

The old horse slapped his thigh and said confidently: "Cao Deyong must be with Shi Ran."

Yang Xiaobao shook his head and said: "No, if he and Shi Ran are in the same group, then it's impossible to drive us away all the time."

"That's...that's right." The old horse rubbed his head, "It's so strange, why did he appear just when you were about to attack?"

"Maybe it's a coincidence." Yang Xiaobao said with a smile.

The old horse asked again: "Xiaobao, what shall we do tomorrow? Are we really going to leave Beichen Village?"

"We'll wait until tomorrow to see the situation. At worst, we'll go to the mountains."

Yang Xiaobao said as he covered himself with the quilt: "Sleep."

"I've never gone to bed so early before." The old horse sighed, "I'm sure I won't be able to fall asleep."

Then he turned off the light and lay down under the quilt.

At this time, it was more than nine o'clock and less than ten o'clock, Yang Xiaobao and the others really hadn't slept so early for a long time.

It reminded him of his childhood.

At that time, there was no electricity in the village, and everyone went to bed early at night.

The room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

When he was a child, lying on the bed, looking at the impenetrable darkness of the room, he would feel a kind of fear in his heart.

At this time, he will look for the little light coming out of the window.

Although the light is very weak, it will also give him a sense of security, and will not make him think that he is in a state of death.

Yang Xiaobao was lying on the bed thinking wildly, when he heard the old horse purring like a pig.

Not long after, the old horse began to grind his teeth.

Yang Xiaobao breathed out, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He thought of Sister Osmanthus who was waiting for him in his hometown again, wondering if she thought of him now?

Yang Xiaobao hasn't called her for two days.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaobao took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Su Guihua.

Unexpectedly, two hours had passed since she was tossing and turning in bed, and it was already twelve o'clock.

At this time, Su Guihua must have fallen asleep.

Yang Xiaobao put down his phone, thinking about calling her again tomorrow.

Listening to the old horse's snoring and teeth grinding, Yang Xiaobao sighed.

After a while, Yang Xiaobao suddenly heard a scream from outside.

Hearing this voice, Yang Xiaobao immediately sat up from the bed.

The grunting of the old horse also stopped instantly.

"Xiaobao, is there someone screaming?" Lao Ma asked.

"Uh... aren't you asleep?" Yang Xiaobao asked very differently.

"I'm asleep, but if there's any movement, I'll hear it."

Yang Xiaobao got off the bed in the dark, stretched out his hand to find the switch: "You really belong to the dog."

At this moment, Yang Xiaobao heard another shrill cry.

The voice seemed so eerie in such a dark night.

"It should have come from the village," the old horse said.

Yang Xiaobao nodded: "I just don't know what happened."

At this moment, he heard the outside door creak.

Yang Xiaobao's hand just touched the switch, and he immediately retracted his hand.

In the darkness, he heard footsteps coming from the yard, and then the creaking sound of the door opening, and the footsteps got farther and farther away.

Someone must have gone out.

If the guess is correct, it is Cao Deyong who went out.

Yang Xiaobao finally let out a sigh of relief and turned on the light.

"Xiaobao, what should we do, shall we go and have a look now?" Lao Ma asked.

Yang Xiaobao thought for a while, then nodded: "Let's go."

The two got out of bed and quietly walked out of the yard.

There are no street lights in the village chief, and the entire village is engulfed in darkness.

The two tiptoed, walking deep and shallow in the village.

The village became quiet again, as if the two screams just now had never happened before.

It was so quiet that their footsteps sounded so thrilling.

"Xiaobao, we don't know which family has the accident?"

In such a quiet night, the old horse's voice involuntarily became lower for the first time.

"Look for it." Yang Xiaobao snorted and said.

"I don't know where Cao Deyong went at this time." The old horse said with a hum.

Yang Xiaobao ignored him and walked forward silently.

This village is really getting more and more interesting.

When Yang Xiaobao and Lao Ma walked to the east end of the village, they heard a burst of crying coming from a yard.

Yang Xiaobao and Lao Ma looked at each other.

Even in the dark, the two could feel each other's eyes.

"Ahead, let's go."

The two of them followed the sound and walked over.

The sound became louder and louder.

At the gate of the courtyard, Yang Xiaobao let out a long sigh.

The yard where the crying came out was the first one in the east of the village.

After they entered the village, they knocked on the door of their house.

Yang Xiaobao could still think of the look he was staring at his back.

Before Yang Xiaobao knocked on the door, Lao Ma stretched out his hand and opened the door, and walked in.

Yang Xiaobao could only follow in.

When we got to the yard, we saw lights on in the three halls facing the gate.

Yang Xiaobao and Lao Ma looked at each other, nodded, walked over and opened the door.

Their actions startled everyone in the room.

Everyone in the room immediately turned their heads to look at the door, with terrified expressions on their faces.

Yang Xiaobao saw three people and a corpse in the room.

Among the three people, one was the village chief Cao Deyong, and the other was an old lady who was sitting on the ground crying.

Another middle-aged man in his 40s stood side by side with Cao Deyong.

The middle-aged man in his 40s reacted immediately and shouted: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Cao Deyong hurriedly said: "They came here to play this afternoon, and they are staying at my house."

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Xiaobao and Lao Ma warily and suspiciously.

"Brother Xiaobao, Brother Lao Ma, why are you here?" Cao Deyong asked.

But Yang Xiaobao didn't answer his words, but concentrated on looking at the dead body.

The dead man lying on the ground was the one who talked to the old horse in the afternoon.

Seeing the expression of the deceased, Yang Xiaobao's heart trembled.

Because, the eyes of the deceased were not closed, but open.

Judging from his expression, he should have been very terrified before he died.

"We heard the crying, so we came out to have a look." The old horse replied at this time.

"Oh, oh." Cao Deyong didn't know what to say at this time, so he could only nod his head.

After a while, he realized something, and hurriedly said: "Brother Xiaobao, Brother Lao Ma, there is nothing wrong here, why don't you go back and rest?"

Yang Xiaobao looked at Cao Deyong, then at the middle-aged man in his 40s.

"This uncle died a little strangely." Yang Xiaobao said.

The middle-aged man in his 40s immediately asked, "What do you mean by that? What is death? Do you know how my father died?"

It turned out that this middle-aged man in his 40s was the son of the old man.