Mo Caiwei's eyes were already red as she spoke, but she continued:

I can't do this! If I can't scare them away, my home will be gone.

I know it's useless to scare them once. In order to survive, I can only keep scaring them.

I buried my father in the house. I would hang out under the willow tree where my father hanged himself. When the weather was nice, I would climb up to the willow tree and sleep on the branch where my father hanged himself.

The villagers became even more frightened after seeing it.

Some people say that the tree has also become a spirit:

Some people also say that my father is attached to that tree, otherwise why would I always raise my head and talk to the branches?

Some people with noses and eyes said that they saw willow branches wrapped around my body several times at night, and they hugged me to sleep like a child...

I know they are talking about me, but I don't care. As long as the people in the village are afraid, I can survive.

When I was hungry, I would ask for food from someone. If they didn't give it to me, I would stay in front of their house and watch them eat. I wouldn't leave until they gave me food.

In this way, I became the third evil among the three evils.

On the surface, the people in the village were afraid of me and didn't dare to talk to me, but secretly they were always trying to find a way to find an expert to take me and my father in.

One morning, the village chief pointed someone at my door and ran away. I didn’t know what happened yet, and I went out to school as usual. When I walked up to that person, he

Leng Buding slapped me on the head.

I felt a puff of white smoke coming out of my eyes, and without thinking, I shouted: "What are you doing?"

I didn't know until I finished shouting that it was broken. I must have met the flower photographer. My father told me that the flower photographer slapped the child on the forehead and the child was fascinated by the white smoke in his hand.

, you can follow him and do whatever he asks you to do.

I don't know how I felt after being photographed, but my head must have been heavy at that time, but I woke up after a while.

"Hey!" The middle-aged man in Taoist robes, seeing that I hadn't fainted, immediately put on a smiling face and said, "Kid, come with me, I'll take you to see your father."

I pointed to the grave in the yard: "I don't want you to take it, my dad is right there."

The old Taoist blinked a pair of triangular eyes and sneered: "It's okay to fool others with your tricks, but it's useless to fool me. If you don't come with me, I'll take your father as well. If you come with me, maybe we can meet again."

A chance to meet your father."

The old Taoist grabbed my wrist, and his five fingers almost penetrated into my flesh. The pain made me break into a cold sweat: "I'll go with you! Let go of your hand!"

"Let go, what if you run away? Let's go!" The old Taoist pulled me and walked towards the end of the village.

I saw the village chief and the human cat watching Feng'er behind the courtyard wall, and I shouted to him desperately: "Help! Help! Uncle, he is a flower photographer..., he wants to abduct me..."

It would have been better if I didn't shout. As soon as I shouted, the village chief and others immediately shrank back, not even daring to show their heads.

The old man simply pinched my neck and knocked me unconscious. He picked me up and walked out. When I woke up, it was already dark.

The old Taoist built a fire in the mountain and sat by the fire to drink. When he saw me awake, he threw me a steamed bun and said, "Eat it! Don't starve to death."

I took the steamed bun and took two bites: "Why did you arrest me?"

"Sell it for money!" The old Taoist said cheerfully: "I didn't expect that I would find a treasure during my trip. If you meet someone who is obsessed with smoking and numbing, you will definitely be able to sell it for a good price."

"Fart!" I cursed: "Who abducts a child and a teenager?"

"That's different!" The old Taoist was not angry at all: "Your physique is different from others. There are many people who want to use it as medicinal materials..."

"What?" I was suddenly frightened and broke into a cold sweat.

"Don't believe it, I am..."

Before the old man finished speaking, a green flame more than half a meter high suddenly burst out from the fire, and the flames scratched the sky like open fingers.

"Hey -" the old man sneered, grabbed a handful of powder from his sleeve and threw it on the fire.

The fire exploded with a burst of sparks, and the flames that had sprung up were suppressed several feet, and they jumped on the wood as if they were about to be extinguished.

The old Taoist casually picked up a branch and threw it into the fire twice. Before the fire started to get strong, I heard a sound like wheels pressing on the grass from behind.

When I turned around, I saw my father's small four-wheeler running behind us at some point.

There was no one visible in the cab, but the car body was shaking violently, looking like it was in gear and waiting for someone... But there was a sticky blood stain hanging on the bumper, as if someone had just been hit and killed.

"father!"

Just as I was about to run forward, the Taoist priest grabbed my neck and pulled me over: "That's not your father. Didn't you see there was a woman in the car?"

"Woman?" There was obviously no one in the car, where was the woman?

Before I could say anything, the little four-wheeler suddenly drove forward.
Chapter completed!