The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 985
This made Meng Baolu anxious too, for such an old man, his face was flushed with anger, he turned around to look for something, and was about to take this little stonemason down.

I know a hairy kid like this, if you can't suppress him from the momentum, he won't be convinced.

With a cold face, I said in a deep voice: "Old village chief, don't tell him too much. We are running out of time. There is a ready-made pit here, so let's bury him."

"Bury... huh?" Meng Baolu didn't react at first, but he quickly understood what I meant. He nodded, "Okay. I've lived most of my life, and this time I'll be a villain. Nobody knows either."

Meng Baolu and I supported the little mason together, pushing him into the hole he had already dug without any explanation.

"You...you dare to bury people alive? Did I scare you?"

The little mason stuck his neck and resisted desperately, with an attitude of not getting in.

But the little mason couldn't stand up to the two of us after all, and was twisted by us and pushed into the pit.I drew out the Jianglong wooden sword, pressed it against the little mason's neck, and said viciously: "Boy, don't blame us. Don't think that we don't know what you did. I know there must be someone behind you. Since you want to put the whole incident Take it down, then I will fulfill you. Get rid of you now, and it is estimated that the person behind will come out."

It may be that when we arrived at Sanyangpu Village, our progress was not going well, which made me feel extremely depressed, and I couldn't help feeling a little irritable.

What I said to the little mason was also cruel words from the bottom of my heart.Under the moonlight, my face may be ugly, even a little hideous.

This finally made the little stonemason's eyes show such a trace of panic.

The Jianglong wood used in the Jianglong wooden sword is as strong as steel.The third uncle said at the beginning that this kind of dragon-subduing wooden sword will become sharper the more we use it, because we almost use the sword to deal with some yin monsters.And this subduing dragon wood will become more sharp as it blends with the yin and blood.

Now my Jianglong wooden sword is really as sharp as a metal sword.Under the moonlight, a faint white awn can be seen on the tip of the sword.

Although the little mason was young, he also knew the power of this sword.Forced by the sword, he lay in the pit and did not dare to move.

I became ruthless, and sent the sword a point further, the tip of the sword pushed the little mason's skin out of a hole, and with half the force, it would definitely pierce the skin of the little mason's neck.

The little mason trembled, and I said coldly to Meng Baolu, "Old village chief, fill in the soil."

Meng Baolu responded, "I've been waiting for a long time."

As he said that, Meng Baolu shoveled up a shovel of soil and said to the little stonemason, "Boy, don't blame us. If I go down with a few shovels, you will be smothered to death. Then your eyeballs will protrude like goldfish. The seven orifices will bleed, so your parents probably won’t know you. So after you become a ghost, don’t go back to them, they must be afraid too. You should prepare to reincarnate yourself earlier..."

Mon Paul Barbara said a lot of words, nothing more than describing the situation after his death to the little mason.I glanced at Meng Baolu in astonishment. I really didn't expect that this dignified old village head would be so out of order.This scares people, and it's a set pattern.

His psychological tactics were extremely effective. Looking at the little mason, his body kept shaking when he started listening, and his face became more and more ugly. Finally, he couldn't control it and burst into tears.

The little stonemason looked stubborn, but he was still a child after all, so he might not know if he was alive or not.Maybe he has never experienced this before, and this kind of encounter suddenly made him lose control of his emotions.

The little mason was lying in the pit, crying wantonly.

Meng Baolu and I looked at each other, feeling a little helpless, thinking that it would be incompetent for the two of us to bully a child together, and even a little shameful.

I shook my head helplessly, waved my hand at Meng Baolu, took the sword back, and dragged the little stonemason out of the pit.

The little stonemason hadn't recovered from his panic. Although he stopped crying, he still stared at me and Meng Baolu with teary eyes.

"Can you be a little promising? I thought you were a person who would rather die than submit? What? Did you pee your pants?" I laughed, but when I looked at the crotch of the little mason, it was really wet.

"You are all bad guys. You...you kill me..."

The little mason also felt that his behavior just now was a bit embarrassing, and felt that he had lost face, so he said angrily at this time.

I patted the little mason on the shoulder and said, "Little brother, we were trying to scare you just now. It's not appropriate for us to do this. Since we are asking you, if you don't say it, we won't force it. But you can't stay here anymore." , leave the village quickly. As for the stone man, even if I don’t ask you, I think I will find out sooner or later.”

I think we have delayed too much time here, maybe Pang Dahai has already handed over the hand, I am really worried about him, so I decided to put aside the matter here and let Meng Baolu watch over here Let me go to the small ancestral hall to have a look.

After I finished talking to the little mason, I asked Meng Baolu to look at me, and I turned around to go to the small ancestral hall.

As soon as I turned around, the little mason suddenly said, "Oh, where are you going?"

I turned around and asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"I don't care where you go, don't go to the stone statue of the general."

I froze for a moment, feeling that the little mason knew some of the reasons.

"You carved that statue? What will happen if I go there?" I asked.

The little mason just said something, but when I asked him this question, he shook his head again and again: "I don't know, I can't say...don't ask me..."

The little mason spoke a lot of words incoherently. Don't you know that what he said is already contradictory. I don't know, and I can't say it has two different meanings.

The little mason must be afraid of something, so even if we forced him to this point, he still refused to speak.This kind of firmness should not appear in a person of his age.

But at this time, it was too late for me to think of a way to press him.Judging from his reaction, there must be something wrong with the small ancestral hall.If Pang Dahai can't handle it over there, it's already in danger.

I could only yell to Meng Baolu: "Old village head, I'll leave this to you. I'll go to the small ancestral hall to have a look."

Before Meng Baolu could respond, I turned around and ran down the hillside.

Because I was anxious, I ran with the maximum speed.It was also because I practiced internal skills, my speed was extremely fast, the wind was blowing under my feet, and I quickly ran down the mountain, towards the road I came from, towards the little mason's residence.

(End of this chapter)