"Hehehe..."

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The female ghosts looked at Mrs. Shimada and started to laugh again.

The laughter surrounds Mrs. Shimada's ears.

Her lips squirmed, and there was no sound at all.

She seemed to have accepted her fate and gave up completely.

The cat walked to Mrs. Shimada at this time, and its raised front paws revealed its sharp claws.

After brushing it, a blood mark appeared on Mrs. Shimada's face.

The skin was cut open, and blood fell on the tatami, smudged into red flowers.

Mrs. Shimada screamed and turned her head to struggle.

Her hands and shoulders were pressed down, and no matter how her head twisted, she could not avoid the cat's sharp claws.

Mrs. Shimada soon became unrecognizable, her face covered in blood. There was also blood under her body.

"Kill me... kill me..." Mrs. Shimada begged in pain.

As soon as the cat's claws hooked, a small piece of skin on Mrs. Shimada's face was torn off. The cat's claws were lifted, and the fragments of the skin fell on Nakamura's face with blood.

Nakamura's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

He stared at Mrs. Shimada in a daze. The hatred he had originally for Mrs. Shimada had turned into fear of the female ghost before. Now, something strange happened in his heart.

The piece of skin stuck on his face slowly slid down and fell on the tatami in front of him.

Such things made him feel a little familiar.

Nakamura raised his head and looked around.

Those people were still using the faces of crew members, smiling and watching, as if they were visiting some performances.

Zhongcun shivered and some scenes appeared in his mind.

His head hurt violently, making him scream.

The female ghosts laughed even louder.

Among these female ghosts, only "Han Ji" did not laugh.

In such an environment, Nan Tian lowered his eyes and had no reaction.

All of this is too weird.

Nakamura was let go and his body fell to the ground. He rolled all over the ground, as if he was enduring some torture. He was already unconscious, and I could still maintain my rationality and distinguish the pain in his body.

Something hit him, the wooden stick, fist, and feet?

The bones seemed to be broken, the ribs were broken, the internal organs were very painful, and the feet, and the ankles seemed to be broken by something.

Has he been beaten up by a crowd?

Nakamura spitted a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

He did not make a sound, but he was chanting a name in his consciousness.

Ling? Ling? Not right... Lin... Lin... Lin Chun... Chunniu? Lin Chunniu? Who is it?

I looked at "Han Ji".

"Han Ji" looked down at Zhongcun who was lying on the ground.

The cat paused for a moment, looked at Nakamura, and suddenly shook his claws.

Its claws seemed to be a knife, cutting directly through Mrs. Shimada's throat.

A large amount of blood gushed out.

Mrs. Shimada stared at her eyes, and finally looked at Nakamura who was lying in front of her.

Nakamura recovered from the pain at this time and looked at Mrs. Shimada.

I looked at Mrs. Shimada.

The glitter in Mrs. Shimada's eyes dissipated little by little. Blood soaked her face and filled the wounds on her face.

Nakamura trembled as he watched this scene.

That bloody face reminded him of too many things.

He suppressed his memory, his body shrank, avoiding his sight.

He looked at the people around him, heard their laughter, and felt their sight.

"No...no..." Nakamura closed his eyes tightly.

"Han Ji" then walked towards Zhongcun step by step, bent down and stretched out his hand, and pulled Zhongcun's head up.

Nakamura opened his eyes subconsciously.

"Long time no see, Zheng Da." "Han Ji" said word by word.

Zhongcun's pupils dilated and his face was pale.

In an instant, I was in the sea of ​​fire.

That was a torch. Many people held the torch in their hands and gathered together.

They formed a circle, with only three or four people in the circle.

A young girl was pressed down on the ground and her hands and feet were tied up with hemp ropes. She looked only fourteen or five years old, her mouth was stuffed with rags, and the tears on her face had dried up. Her eyes were set against the fire, and there seemed to be a blazing fire.

"Zheng Da, your sister Zheng Xiaoxi steals a man in the fields of Lin Dazhuang's house. You discovered it, right?" an elderly man asked majestic.

The man with a hunched back with his chest looked hesitant and hesitated, "Yes, yes..."

"Skin! Skin!"

"The bitch deserves to be beaten to death!"

"Tear her face!"

"Pooh!"

People around him suddenly raised their torches and started yelling loudly.

There are men and women in the crowd.

The man lowered his head and happened to see the girl's eyes on the ground, and suddenly dodged his sight.

His eyes floated into the crowd and saw a girl in the crowd.

He also looked like a fourteen or five-year-old girl with a pitiful appearance and her thin body was hit by an angry crowd, and she was a little unstable.

Zheng Da opened his mouth and met the girl. When he saw the other person looking away, he immediately turned his head.

He remembered what happened not long ago.

The sound in the farmland made his heart beat like a drum. He sneaked to see, saw the white skin, and heard the delicate sound.

Someone outside the farmland suddenly shouted. The two people in the field seemed to have been stabbed by needles. The man jumped up, grabbed his clothes and ran away.

Zheng Da's gaze collided with the girl's gaze.

"Brother Zheng! Please!" The girl was about to cry, her scattered hair covering her shoulders and her arms covering her messy clothes.

"Where is there! Who is messing around in the ground? What's going on!"

The crowds outside gradually approached.

"Brother Zheng!" the girl shouted in a low voice.

Zheng Dayi gritted his teeth and turned his head.

There was a rustling sound behind him.

"Zheng Da!"

"Zheng Da, it's your boy!"

"Did you see that adulterer?"

"I just saw the adulterer running away... It seems to be Mr. Cheng..."

Those people suddenly silenced and looked at Zheng Da.

Zheng Da didn't say anything and lowered his head.

"I don't know who is so lucky to be able to go to Mr. Cheng's house to be his concubine." Someone muttered.

The memory was interrupted, and Zheng Da returned from the farmland to his broken house.

There are others in the room.

An old man had a stern face, his eyes were gloomy, and he threatened: "Everyone in the village said that you saw who you saw. If you give that bitch, the lady will naturally give you good things. If you don't say... Humph! Don't want this place in your house!"

Another old woman said sarcastically: "Don't fool us, just point to an old woman to fool you. Our wife will definitely find out if any slutty person does such a deceitful thing. If you don't tell me, it's useless."
To be continued...