I, my father-in-law, set off a frenzy of public examinations in ancient times

"I never knew that there are people who are so strong that they can crush a person's finger bones; my son's long fingers are bloody and bloody, like dumpling wrappers that have rolled into the mud, piled up indiscriminately. together...

Since then, I have never eaten dumplings again..."

"Ouch!——" Luo Yuanyuan even felt that he couldn't even hear "dumpling wrapper" now; he covered his mouth with his hand, tightly suppressing the urge to spit it out.

But when the palm touched the trembling lips, he immediately moved his hand away in a panic: What did he do wrong?Why can't you look at your hands? ! ——

Luo Yuanyuan wanted to take the fire bag from the old woman's hand, but he seemed to want to get rid of his hands in front of this crazy woman, so he could only keep his hands as low as possible and tuck them into his sleeves...

"Old lady...my dear, this is the end of the matter, don't be troubled by the demons, and lead your son to live a good life!..."

"Jie jie jie jie jie jie jie!—"

Before Luo Yuanyuan finished speaking, the old woman suddenly let out a strange smile from her chest, as if an old tree had become a spirit.

For some reason, Luo Yuanyuan's words made her laugh so much that she rolled forward and backward, hilariously, and even sat on the ground like Luo Yuanyuan.

Such a creepy feeling, like vines climbing up his spine bit by bit, and covering his entire back.

The old woman opened her arms and couldn't stop trembling, like a strange-shaped locust tree branch rustled by a strong wind under the moonlight, I don't know where to stretch...

Wait a moment! ——

Luo Yuanyuan's pupils constricted instantly, my God, what did he see? !

On the lonely black shadow projected on the wall, the hand on the right stretched its five fingers and was stretched infinitely long;
And the hand on the left, the one hidden under the clothes, was cut off neatly at the wrist! ——

Luo Yuanyuan blinked his eyes, as if he felt that the scene of blood spurting out when the hand was amputated completely appeared in his eyes;
Then the wrist became cold little by little, shriveled, and shriveled, and there were still bits of minced meat hanging on the bone in the middle of the wrist... until the arm turned into a mummy that was as thick as the arm bone.

Luo Yuanyuan's face was blood red, and he could hardly think: "Why, how could this happen?..."

The old woman stood up, holding a fire booklet and condescendingly.

On a whim, she wanted to stretch out her non-existent left hand to fiddle with the fire wick of the fire pocket on her right hand, but it always seemed to miss by a few millimeters.

It wasn't until she saw that she touched the open flame with the healed severed hand seemingly painlessly, and the severed hand was stained with a little bit of scorched black, giving off the smell of burnt flesh, and then said unsatisfactorily:

"How could this be? The doctor said that the hand I cut myself was shorter than my son's severed hand, so my hand couldn't be connected to my son at all...

Hahaha!How could it be so close?I clearly studied my son's severed hand carefully. When I cut my own hand, I used a brush to draw all the places where the knife should fall. How could it be wrong? -"

Luo Yuanyuan was terrified when he heard that, he couldn't tell whether he was cold or hot.The continuous cold sweat made him very dehydrated, wearing wet clothes, it was more like standing in the cold wind.

His throat soon felt dry and hoarse, "Ah" for a long time without saying a word; he wanted to pinch the tense facial muscles, but found that his face was completely covered with tears...

"Little brat, you lost a hand, can you still gamble?!" The woman's face suddenly became very ferocious, and her intact right hand pinched Luo Yuanyuan with nails that hadn't been trimmed for a long time, for fear that he would escape;

The palmless left hand was also doing what parents always do when they scold a child: poking a finger into the child's head.

Luo Yuanyuan didn't react too much, and subconsciously said, "I won't gamble..."

Then he was poked by the bare left arm so he didn't dare to move, he let the soft but hard touch touch his temple, like a stick hitting himself again and again...

"Son, mother is sorry for you!—" The old woman stared at Luo Yuanyuan fixedly, "mother is useless! Mother tried to sew up the severed hand she cut off for you, but only one hand was useless. No way!
Later, my mother went to the doctor to sew it up for you, but the doctor said that it was different hands, so how could you just change it?Annoyed by my question, I simply said 'I cut it too short to fit'...

It is clearly nonsense! ——We are mother and son, how can my hands be useless! "

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" was the old woman feeling extremely ups and downs, and she threw herself into Luo Yuanyuan's arms again and began to cry:

"Son, mother is sorry for you. When you were buried five years ago, you were missing a hand!... In the next life, don't gamble..."

Didn't he walk into the casino for the first time five years ago?Could it be that there is really a "gambling ghost" spirit in him? ! ——

Luo Yuanyuan was as stiff as a dead tree, his body was gradually infiltrated by the old woman's rotten aura, and fear gripped his heart bit by bit like darkness...

Suddenly, his eyes stared straight, he couldn't feel anything, and fell straight to the ground.

***
"Ouch!—" Guan Yujun grinned as he touched his hand that was almost broken.

At this time, she was being pushed down by Luo Wanyi to the side of Luo Yuanyuan's bed.

She whispered dissatisfiedly at Luo Wanyi: "I asked if I wanted to add some medicine to make him unconscious to deepen the effect. You decided to add it yourself! Now this can also be blamed on me?!"

Luo Wanyi snorted coldly: "So what? Your method is useless, so why don't you leave it to my wife? But I see you doing nothing, and come up with bad ideas... That being the case, prepare to go to the lake for two days, and stay with mosquitoes !..."

After finishing speaking, two servants directly put up Guan Yujun's arms, dragging her from left to right, and were about to go out: "Hey, hey, you are serious! At least you wait until he wakes up to talk about it." !..."

"Mother..." A weak and hoarse voice came from between the beds.

Luo Wanyi tightly grasped Luo Yuanyuan's hand and knelt on the footrest, asking, "Brother Yuaner, how are you feeling?"

"Mother!——" Luo Yuanyuan looked at the bright and familiar layout of his room, sobbing uncontrollably in Luo Wanyi's arms: "Mother, I saw something terrible, I will never gamble again, ahhhh ah……"

In the end, it turned into crying.

Luo Wanyi shot her gaze at Guan Yujun, but her palms kept patting her beloved son comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... This is a good thing, why is Yuan'er brother so sad?..."

This chapter was inspired after listening to "Chang Chen Tells Stories - Corridor Legends". When I finished listening to it, I broke out in a cold sweat...