After the old beggar entered the village, he went to the village chief for the first time and said bluntly, I see that your village is demonic, and someone must have hit the strange!

At that time, the village chief was having a headache in his own home, and when he heard the old beggar say so, he was so excited that he was crying out.

What a place to come!

Without hesitation, the village chief rushed the old beggar into the house, looked at him like a savior, and asked, "Are you Mr.?"

"Not sir, but a little bit of technique."The old beggar is humble.

Hearing this answer, the village chief was even more excited, thinking without thinking, and directly poured out the things of those mountain people.

“So it is...” The old beggar frowned, and his expression seemed a little distressed: “How many are finished?”

The village chief's eyes were red, and the old face was full of sadness: "It's over, one is not left, it's all over..."

“Take me to the place.”The old beggar said.

The village chief nodded and led the old beggar to the first one.

Standing outside the gate, the old beggar looked into the house first, then raised the stick, like a soul-waving, shaking several times, and then said, "They died because they ate the evil melons of the mountains."

According to the old beggar's explanation, this evil melon is planted by the essence of the mountain.

The essence is different from the physique of the living, and they eat nothing, and it does not mean that the living people eat it.

“The evil melon is even a special demon, which contains countless evil spirits.”The old beggar explained to the crowd: "When ordinary people eat melon meat, they will naturally be killed by evil spirits, which will lead to the seven melon vines in the seven studs..."

“Isn’t that saved?”The mayor asked carefully.

“No one is angry, how can you help?”The old beggar sighed, "Don't blame me for talking too much, the corpses of these people are best disposed of as soon as possible, they have grown into a cucumber in their stomachs, and in a few days I am afraid..."

At this point, the old beggar looked at the people and did not continue to say it.

"I'm afraid of what?" asked the village in a hurry, his eyes full of fear.

“The evil melons are demons, free spiritual, and if you let them grow, I’m afraid...” The old beggar sighed, “When they become climates, they will break the belly of the corpses and come out, and these big living people in your village will be taken away by it!”

“Oh, sir, you can save us!”

"This is the man in our village! if you don't help us... we really have no way to go!"

The old beggar waved his hand and smiled, "You don't have to ask me, this time, I will help."

He pointed to the bodies.

“While these demons are still dormant, I just need to open my body, take out the demons, and then take them and dispose of them.”

Hearing this, the village chief and the villagers were relieved and nodding their heads.

Soon, the old beggar ordered the villagers to find a big kitchen knife, saying that he wanted to take the demon in person.

“You can’t even break your stomach with this knife!”The village chief advised: "Russ into this, cut anything is hard, or I will give you a change?"

"The golden knife is better than this iron knife."The old beggar laughed.

As soon as the voice fell, the old beggar did not explain more to them, and took a kitchen knife to enter the house, and a few steps to the corpse.

He moved the knife without hesitation, and like killing pigs, it was a knife to go down, and simply reached the extreme.

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"It's strange to say, listen to the village chief, the knife is missing a lot of mouths, the blade is full of rust, but the knife down, it is very easy to open the human belly."Chen Laotong said: "Not only opened the belly of the dead, but also cut a lot of melon vines, it is simply a little sharp..."

"Iron is not yin and yang."The old man lit a cigarette and sighed, "Blocking the yin and yang, and not into the yin and yang, can it not be easy to cut the vines of people's melons?"

“Grandpa Chen, what’s in the dead man’s stomach?”Chen Qiuyian suddenly asked a question.

“The vines.”Chen Lao said, a cold trembling, appeared a little afraid: "The dead man's internal organs have all disappeared, the blood in the body has long disappeared, the stomach, the chest cavity, is full of dense fine melon vines."

According to the old man, in the thigh of the dead man, a pit was decaquent.

What is hidden in this hole is the man!

The old beggar did not seem to have put any effort into exerting his hand, and easily trumpeted the vine and took the man out.

Then he painted the gourds, cut off the stomachs of all the dead, and one of them took away the melons.

"I'm going down the hill with my gourds now, and I've got to find a secluded place to deal with them."

The old beggar said with a smile, threw the last man into the bag, looked at the corpses, and whispered: "As for these bodies ... you can be cremated, buried in the earth, this is not taboo."

Seeing that the great difficulty had gone, the villagers standing around were also relieved, and there was nothing wrong with the old beggar who thanked Dade and thanked him.

When he dragged the bag far away, the village chief greeted the villagers and prepared to bury the dead people.

It was also at this time that people suddenly found that the dead villagers had turned black on their bodies and were shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye.

After a while, they became the appearance of the skinny bones, and saw the hair in people's hearts!

“This change is just the beginning.”Old Chen gritted his teeth, and the speed of smoking was obviously accelerated: "When the flesh on the body is finished, the seven tips of those corpses have begun to come out again, and they are growing fast, like conscious living creatures, all wrapped around the dead!"

“Normal.”The old man nodded: "That man just took away the melon, did not kill the melon vine, they must grow on their own."

"In any case, this is probably the case, and when our people rush over, the corpses have already made memellow a tight, like the seedlings."Chen Laotong spread out, a face of helplessness: "We also dare not mess up, are waiting for you to see it, the scene protection is still very good."

“Where is the old beggar?”The old man asked, choke the cigarette.

"I've been running for eight years."Chen Lao said with a sigh: "I think, he must have shot a shot in a place, it is not a small thing to plant a melon, what consequences will be found on it, he should also know."

"That's not right, the squirters are running away, what's the excitement of the gentlemen?"I couldn't help but ask a sentence: "People are gone, are they going to rush to Sichuan to gather for fun?"

"The melon can also be refined, it's just difficult."Grandpa explained.

"Master Shen, I don't understand the things of those gods and ghosts, since you are the noble people in your industry, then please help us this time..." Feng Zhenguo said solemnly, took out a stack of printed materials, and handed them to the old man: "This is the photos of the dead, and the topographic map of the mountain, or you should see it first?"

The old man said, took the information, and looked at it silently.

This is enough to see for ten minutes.

“These vines are indeed alive and can play a small role for the smelters.”The old man finally opened the golden mouth and said to us: "I want to say that this stud master is also a big pen, and he has refined so many people's melons in one breath, he is not afraid to overfill his head..."

“No matter if he gets over it!”Old Chen was in a hurry: “Old Shen!You have to help this time!Otherwise, the trouble will be great!”

“Help you hold those gentlemen?”Grandpa asked.

“This is one, the other two...”

Without waiting for old Chen to finish his words, the old man asked again, “Do you have to help catch the squirrel?”

“Is this a little too much?”Old Chen asked carefully, seeing the grandfather's expression is not good, he waved his hand and said, "Of course, it's okay to not find it, mainly one!"

“My name is Chen, I have a question...” The old man frowned, squinted at him, and looked at him with a somewhat complicated tone: “If I always help the government to do things, what do people have to think of me?”

Chen stood still and did not speak.

"If someone calls me a running dog, I can't stand it."The old man smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "This time, there is no example."

Chen Lao was silent for a moment, nodded, and said, okay.

"If I have the work to give money, then I will definitely take it, but if I let me take my face to do the work..."

The old man shook his head, his voice very helpless.

"It's not appropriate."