Chapter 475 Dead Baby

Unpredictable people.

   The house that Mr. Xie lives in is not newly built, but it should be renovated.

  He prepared a room for Su Nanzhi here.

   "It's much more lively here at night than during the day," Mr. Xie smiled, "You look like it might be easier to bully."

  Su Nanzhi also smiled: "It just looks."

   Mr. Xie asked his subordinates to lead Su Nanzhi to a room, and the other party said, "The conditions here are normal, so the master will take care of it first."

  Su Nanzhi said thank you.

   For this village, Mr. Xie's house can be said to be a mansion.

  I don't know how many people are secretly coveting the wealth inside this house.

  The mansion should have been bought by Mr. Xie and the villagers and renovated. After Sunanzhi entered the room, he never went out again.

   There is a village chief here.

  The village chief is a 60-year-old man with gray hair, big yellow teeth, dark skin, and a rickety back, but his steps are still vigorous. Not long after Sunanzhi entered the village, he came to visit here.

   He also spoke the local language here, and Mr. Xie brought a translator who understood this.

   The village chief was indeed here to ask the girl who had just entered the village.

   Mr. Xie excused himself, saying that he came to take care of his granddaughter at home.

   Dinner was sent to the room by Mr. Xie.

   There are meat and vegetables, although it is not very rich, it is a good level here.

Su Nanzhi ate some, but not all of it. She is not a picky eater, but she is used to eating the food from Aunt Dong and Teacher Jiang. No matter how bad it is, it is the cafeteria of No. 1 Middle School. Nan Zhi misses the pan-fried chicken breast with fresh vegetables that Teacher Jiang invited.

  After finishing dinner hastily, Su Nanzhi rested on the bed for a while. She really couldn't stand the pain of staying up late, but there were many times when she had to stay up again.

   This is either for life or for money, so Su Nanzhi had to come and endure it.

   She lay on the shabby bed, closed her eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

   At seven o'clock in the evening, crows were heard everywhere.

   There were no human voices outside.

  In this dark room with no lamp, the message of hearing will be clearer.

  This village is so backward that there is no electricity. Every household still uses kerosene lamps and even usually starts to fall asleep after 8pm.

   In order to save kerosene, the people here turned off the lights and went to sleep one after another around 7pm.

   A rustling sound began to sound in the room, and the people on the bed did not respond at first, until those voices gradually became presumptuous, and some slightly sharp laughter sounded, more than one.

  Su Nanzhi opened his eyes, but did not move.

   She looked in the direction of the ceiling, there were a few dark shadows on it, very small.

   She stared up.

  In the darkness, she saw a pair of hands, a pair of immature and small hands, and those hands flashed past her line of sight.

  Su Nanzhi realized that he should be the most "troublesome" person in this house.

   She continued to stare at it, and finally saw a head.

   is very small.

how to say?

   The size of a newborn baby.

   Only in the village many people died.

   But the ones who die the most are children.

   The grievances of infants are no less than those of other innocent people who have died unjustly.

   It's just that these dead babies have become ghosts with the help of the village's innate spiritual energy, and they can't hurt their blood relatives.

   (end of this chapter)