As the talisman was ripped off, the ugly daughter's corpse immediately began to react. At first, he was only convulsing, with a painful expression on his face, and then suddenly shouted and woke up. When he opened his eyes and took a look, he found a terrifying face, a face full of fat and dried blood. There was an iron drill stuck in the eye socket of the left eye of that face, and only one was left. Only one eye fixedly looked at himself, making him scream in fright and almost jumped off the bed to escape.

Who knows, the one-eyed master grabbed him, wow, and cried.

"Child, it's me, I'm your mother."

He recognized that the woman with only one eye was his mother.

"Mom, what's wrong with your eyes? Why do you become like this?"

The ugly husband rushed over, grabbed his son, and cried loudly, "My son, all three of us are dead."

The son was shocked, "Huh? How could it be possible?"

The ugly woman cried, "My child, it's true. We are all dead, and your cousin, she is here, and all four of us are dead. My poor child, this is the hospital morgue."

The family of three hugged each other and wept loudly.

The girl also stood aside and wiped her tears.

The old man sighed, "Oh, I'm still alive. What can I do." The old man looked at the family of three, crying, holding the iron bed to his feet, and limping towards the duty room. , Walked to the door, habitually glanced at the notebook hung at the door, and habitually picked up the pen, intending to change the number of corpses, but after thinking about it, he threw the pen down, cried, and staggered towards Walk to the table.

"What's the **** thing? I was on duty tonight, eight corpses, and four of them survived in a blink of an eye. Just this kind of mess is annoying. Now, I am not only tossed by these corpses for a long time. , Got beaten even more inexplicably. Misfortunes never come singly."

The old man was extremely depressed, sat down at the table, grabbed the wine on the table, took a sharp sip, and took a long sip.

"Oh, it's better to drink. I will continue to drink at the bar, regardless of the **** ghosts or the corpses, and even the little monsters. Let them toss, and I will continue to drink."

The old man hummed and outsmarted Tiger Mountain, and continued to drink as if he were all right.

The little monster stretched out his hand to pinch his small chin, and watched with interest the scene of the long-awaited reunion of the family of three in the morgue. Suddenly heard the sound of singing coming from behind him, and looking back, he found that the old man was drinking a small wine happily, looking like he was out of the picture. I couldn't help feeling a little bit angry, huh, this old guy, who doesn't watch a play, ran to drink by himself, he was going to pretend to be deaf? No way, you have to watch the show with me.

The little monster snorted coldly, ran into the duty room, and suddenly jumped onto the table. The old man was shaking his head and singing about taking the Tiger Mountain out of his mind. He just raised his neck and took a sip of wine and bowed his head to hiccup. He found the table. There was a fleshy little baby standing on it. At this time, the old man didn’t drink too high, and he recognized who the little baby was at a glance. He was so scared that he immediately touched the bottle of wine with his hand touching the hot red soldering iron. , Quickly shrank back.

"Little monster—oh, kid, you're here."

The old man pretended to be okay, forced a smirk, and greeted the little monster.

However, the little monster bird did not kill him, just glared at the old man with those slender eyes and said nothing.

The old man was seeing his scalp numb, so he just grabbed the bottle easily and pretended to hand it to the little monster.

"Come here, kid, since you can run, jump, and talk, then you will definitely drink, come on, have a bar."

The little monster stretched out his little hand and grabbed the bottle. The old man shuddered in surprise.

"Children, do you want to drink? If you really want to drink, I'll bring you a wine glass. Your mouth is so small. Drinking directly at the bottle will make you choke. Choking wine is much more uncomfortable than choking water. I, a drunkard, only choked once after drinking alcohol. The wine entered the trachea. It was really uncomfortable. That time, my old lady called my brother-in-law to come to my house, and they took me to the hospital. Why did I choke? What about alcohol? In the final analysis, it’s because when I was drinking, I was arguing with my wife. Drinking alcohol is the most taboo. Drinking alcohol is the easiest to choke. When you grow up, don’t learn from me. It’s not good for the body."

The old man babbled and explained that the little monster still glared at the old man without saying a word. Of course, its little hand had been holding the bottle without releasing it, which made the old man very embarrassed.

"Kid, why are you staring at me? Do you really want to drink a bar? It's okay, I will give you a glass. In fact, children can drink too."

After the old man finished speaking, he stood up and wanted to go. The little monster stepped forward and stepped on one of the old man’s arms. The old man looked at the fleshy little foot in amazement, then looked at the little monster’s narrow eyes and touched Not sure what it means.

"What are you doing? I'm going to get the cup. Don't you want to drink?"

"Who said I'm going to drink?"

The little monster still stared straight at the old man, and the old man felt a lot of cold air coming out of those small squinted eyes, and the look made him shiver.

"If you don't drink, why run in to find me?"

Seeing the old man panicked, the little monster only squeezed a word from his teeth.

"Stop pretending to be garlic, go out with me."

The old man frowned, "Little friends, now is the time for a family of three to reunite. I am an outsider caught in it. I'm afraid it's not suitable."

"What's wrong?"

"It's too inappropriate. You said it's so easy for the family to get together again. Why should I be an outsider to mix up? Why not drink here. You said that the family has been gone for a long time, so I have to recount the old things. I am an outsider. , I can't even put my mouth in."

After the old man finished speaking, he sat down on the chair, but sitting too fast, he touched the wound on his waist, and he heard an ouch.

"Hey, I won't mix things up. It's pretty good to hide here and drink."

The old man grabbed the bottle and poured it into his mouth. But as soon as the bottle was picked up, it was caught by the little monster again.

"What are you doing? Kid, you can really toss and tell you to drink, you don't drink, I drink, you make trouble, what are you going to do?"

One problem with the old man is that he doesn't like being interrupted when drinking. In fact, this is also a common problem for all alcoholics in the world. If you are interrupted while drinking, 11 out of ten alcoholics will jump.

The old man didn’t dare to chat with the little monster, but now he has taken a few sips of wine, the wine is so sad, and the heat and anger are all blowing out. At this moment, the old man is like a chicken blood. Where else to care about little monsters? Straighten his neck and yell at it.