The face of the pussy pitted, with a kind of buntish smiley face, laughed and squided his mother's mouth full of dung: "I am not your son, you old fork, I am not your son, your son is going to die, huh, as long as I let go, he is dead."

The sound was correct, but it was a heavy Guizhou cavity.

Everyone in our presence felt the fear of the back, and imagine that the Muzi family did not even have a basic TV, where he went to learn Guizhou, and if it was crazy, it would not even change the accent.

When Ma Zi's mother saw her aunt, she stopped crying and trudged at her: "His aunt, please, think of a way to save our family of Ma Tzu."

Father Muzi was also in tears, but in addition to the courage of the son really fell, he could not say a smooth word.

They said, “Yes, his aunt, save the mahjong.”

The aunt sighed and turned to a nearby villager and said, "Go home and get some incense."

When the villagers were gone, my aunt whispered to me, "Tomorrow, when I burn incense, you will see what is on the mahjong."

Seeing my understanding, my aunt said: "You have opened your eyes, you can see 'him', but you resist in your heart, so you will consciously resist your own visual ability, but now it is important to save people, even if you are afraid, you have to help me."

“But...”

My head was interrupted by my aunt, who held my shoulder and whispered, "Don't let the villagers see that you opened your eyes, otherwise, you will not be at peace in the future, and your aunt only hopes that you can be a normal person."

I feel so bad in my heart.

“Ah...” At this moment, the villagers collectively uttered a scream.

We turned our heads and saw that the mahjong had let go of the feet of the ring on the brown tree, and only grasped the two brown leaves on the hand, and now the whole person was like a sausage, swinging in the wind.

Even so, the face of the son is still smiling.

According to gravity, the two brown leaves cannot support the weight of the mahjong, which should have fallen out a long time ago.

I took a closer look, the palm tree feet around a sugar sewage, if you want to climb up, the feet will have water stains, but the mahjong is not, his feet are dry, although a pair of cloth shoes are a little dirty, but there is no wet at all.

How did the tree get into the tree?

At this moment, the treeman came running with the incense paper.

At that moment, the aunt burned incense and burned paper, and read the words in her mouth: "Oliday, innumerable life Buddhas..."

I closed my eyes, took out a hundred points of courage, thought in my heart, and then opened my eyes to the palm tree, the whole person was not good.

I saw a man in a blue work-clothed dress, with only half a broken head sitting on the top of a palm-tree, holding a thick line in his hand, and a large knot buckle at one end of the rope, which was tied to the waist of the sack.

No wonder the mahjong pulled the two brown leaves did not fall, my heart was shocked to see the man with a touch of rope, the mahjong then a tug of mouth, Ma Mu followed him to make a sound to curse people.

My aunt whispered to me, “Do you see it?”

"See, a man in blue work clothes, looks like a worker."

“Worker, see if he has a badge?”

"Yes, but the words are too small to see, they are golden."

The man seemed to notice that I saw him, and suddenly turned over Baisensen's one-eyed eye and looked at me, and the blood in the half of his head fell down.

I hurried away with a thrilling glance, and he seemed to want to provoke me in general, pulling a few heavy ropes.

At this time, the mahjong that had been hanging was gone, and only one brown leaf was left in his hand.

The villagers screamed for a while, the situation at this time is very dangerous, if the mahjong falls down like this, it will undoubtedly die.

I hurriedly said, "Uncle San, find a few strong young people under the tree with a quilt, and the mahjong is confused, and it is impossible for him to climb down on his own."

A few nearby villagers ran madly to the house, and soon moved a few quilts, and in the process of waiting, the brown leaves in the hands of the mahjong are being pulled away from his hand a little bit, perhaps out of the instinct of life, even if the ghost controls the body, but do not want to let go easily.

Mother Ma had already fainted in fear, and several village women were busy helping her strangle people.

When the uncle took the man to pick up the quilt, his aunt took a piece of paper with him and burned it, and scolded him hardly at the top of the palm tree: "Wang Dadong, your home is not here, and the mahjong is not your enemy, nor does it quickly let go of him, where to go."

Once I heard that it was "Wang Dadong", the timid woman had been scared and cried, and then I learned that the original Wang Dadong was a Guizhou person, and when he came to repair the electric iron in the mountains of our village a few years ago, he accidentally fell to death.

The ghost on the top of the palm tree heard his aunt accurately call out his name, and seemed a little dazed.

The aunt said, "Let go of the mahjong, or be careful I'll take you."