Uncle San sat gasping for breath on the small stool in the yard, with bean-sized sweat beads on his forehead.

"Tomorrow, pour a glass of water for my uncle, hey, I don't know the mess, today always feel particularly tired, this waist is about to break."

I quivered in response to his voice, and hurried into the house to pour water for my uncle.

At this time, when the moon was rare, looking out of the window, I saw the uncle sitting on the small board with his sleeves and rubbing the sweat on his face, and the young man with one head of the short uncle was like a piece of cowhide, lying on his back strangely and tightly.

And the reflection at his uncle's feet was only the shadow of him.

I couldn’t stop fighting a Cold War.

“Tomorrow...”

My aunt's voice suddenly sounded behind me, and I screamed in fear: "Aunt, why didn't you walk?"

The weak aunt, who looked gravely, whispered: "God's tree fell, grudges are everywhere, the grudges of your three uncles should have something to do with him, remember, do not talk to him, the temptation of spiritual strength at night is very powerful, he will make you lose your heart and trust."

I was worried: “What about the uncle, so that he has been controlled?”

The aunt sighed and shook her head: "Your uncle and his grievances can only be resolved by themselves, and at present, with my ability, I can't save him."

I went out with the sour water in my heart, the sweat beads on my uncle's face were more, and a few greens had sprung up on my forehead.

I tried to keep my eyes down from looking at the boy on his back.

Uncle grunted a few mouthfuls to drink the tea, and then touched the sweat and said: "Tomorrow, today has been busy forgetting to tell you, you are not easy to come back, after two days have time, take time to take your aunt to eat dinner, your uncle they are very much miss you."

Listening to him say this, my heart was even more uncomfortable: "Good uncle."

"Cry, tug" has been exaggerated chewing suddenly from behind the uncle clearly sounded, I was surprised to look up, I can see the boy is a hand to grab the uncle's hair to the mouth, his big mouth one by one to make a big chewing sound.

And with his chewing, the corners of his mouth also flowed out of black hair crumbs.

Uncle Sam couldn't help but frows his brows in pain, raised his hand and pulled his hair, and said, "What's wrong, the back pain is not counted, and now even the scalp hurts for a while."

After putting down his hand, he had more black hair in his palm.

“What’s going on?”My uncle looked at the hair in his hand and asked me in surprise.

I had to comfort him and say, "Maybe you've been so tired lately, it's normal to lose your hair, it's okay."

After the words, he glared at the young man, and the boy grinned with a proud smile: "Now it is hair, in a few days, I will eat his scalp, do you want to pay for it?"

I held up the nausea in my stomach and ignited the impulse to protect my uncle.

"Uncle, if you don't go into the house and lie on the sofa, I'll help you press your waist and learn a little bit in the hospital."

Uncle Sam was very happy to hear it, nodded his head and went into the house with me.

When he jumped on the sofa, the boy still lay on his back, I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and stretched my hand to the waist of the uncle, and when I passed the teenager, I only felt a cold from the fingertips to the bone marrow.

At this time, my aunt came out of the house, and when she saw this scene, she knew that I had moved the idea of protecting Uncle Sam, although helpless, but still pretended to see nothing, and there was not a word to chat with Uncle.

"Brother, the tree still has to stand, in a few days, you have to send the sincere people of the village to go to the mountain and find a good seedling to come back."

The uncle said, "That feeling is good, you just have to say how to do it, and I'll take people personally to find the saplings."

The aunt's eyes between the conversations looked at the tea table beside me, and there was a pair of chopsticks on the table that I had forgotten to collect during the day.

And using chopsticks to catch a demon is the first method I saw in the ancient book today.

Although I don't know if I can do it, for now, I can only fight hard.

I spoke to my aunt four eyes, and she cleverly understood what I meant, and suddenly said, "Oh, brother, do you want to hear about the accident in the bus of Wangcun, I will tell you."

The aunt's words not only interested Uncle San, but also successfully attracted the teenager.

At this perfect time, I picked up the chopsticks on the table and suddenly caught the boy’s finger.

“What are you doing?”

He turned back to God and his face suddenly became gray and screamed like thunder.

I was trembling with his hands and feet in his face, but I still pinched the chopsticks with a hard scalp and tugged him out.

The boy struggled, holding out his other hand tightly to his uncle's neck: "If you don't let go, I'll strangle him now."

The uncle who was chatting with his aunt did not know what was going on behind his back, but felt that his neck was tight, and he was out of breath at once, and his whole face was red, and his hands were waved in the air helplessly.

The aunt rushed forward and tugged the chopsticks with me, and the aunt said solemnly, "Get out of here, this is not the place where you should come."