The Heartless Mage Chapter 170: Shadows (2)

He went back to the room unintentionally and stayed up all night with Su Tao, not to mention a ghost, and there was no fart waiting for one. The next day dawned, and the morning glow was like fire. Zhao Guanghe heard that Xiaocui's family disappeared for no reason, and that the county cadres were also taken away by Xiaocui's parents, so they took someone to kill them aggressively, and took Xiaocui's house upside down.

After breakfast, Chen Daguang yawned and began to negotiate work with Zhao Guang. After a few words, it started to rain.

No one takes it seriously when it rains. Unexpectedly, the light rain became stronger and stronger, and it soon turned into moderate rain and then into heavy rain. When it rains heavily, traffic from the black puddle to the outside is completely cut off. Chen Daguang couldn't get out, and the rest of the cadres who were scheduled to leave Lama Mountain at noon also couldn't get in.

Wuxin and Su Tao hung around until the evening, but they had a full day of rest. At night, the rain stopped, and the lights were turned on in the brigade headquarters. Zhao Guanghe called the publicity team in the village and asked Director Chen to see his level of publicity. The villagers did not go to work for a day. After dinner, they heard that there was a program to watch, and in twos and threes, they all came to the brigade. And the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law in the propaganda team are well-trained, and directly use an empty room in the brigade as a backstage.

Zhao Guanghe first accompanied Chen Daguang to watch the model play, watched him get up, and sneaked into the empty house. There is a little daughter-in-law in the house who is installing fake braids in front of the mirror. Zhao Guang played with her who kissed her **** and kissed her breasts, and it seemed that a good thing was about to happen, but the little daughter-in-law pushed him, saying that she was holding back her urine and had to go to the hut first.

Zhao Guanghe let her go, he closed the door and waited. The smell in the house is not good, and women are different from each other. Not everyone is fragrant meat, especially in summer, some sweaty smells and some sweaty smells. He sniffed uncomfortably, and a red shadow flashed in the corner of his eyes. Turning his head hesitantly, he opened his eyes and looked back.

While Zhao Guanghe was waiting, the little daughter-in-law urinated in a hurry. Fastening her trousers, she ran back to the empty room. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Zhao Guanghe turning his head and looking back.

Turn around and closed the door, the little daughter-in-law asked with a smile: "What are you looking at? If you don't move, the people on stage will come back after singing."

When the voice fell, Zhao Guang remained motionless like a wooden and clay sculpture. Seeing his stubbornness, the little daughter-in-law simply stepped forward and grabbed him: "What's good for you to look straight?"

Zhao Guanghe fell down in response, leaning forward on his little daughter-in-law's chest and abdomen. And the little daughter-in-law saw it clearly, and immediately let out a scream - Zhao Guanghe's face was covered in blood, and his eyes, nose and mouth were torn into blood holes, where is he still alive?

Screams pierced through the walls and went straight to the front desk. The militia captain stood up first, carrying a rifle and dashing toward the group headquarters. The rest of the audience looked at each other in dismay, and before they could react, the roar of the militia captain resounded in the brigade headquarters.

Others don't know what to say, but Chen Daguang has a vague idea in his heart. Turning his head and looking at Wuxin, he sat still like a rock. Not everyone can enjoy his protection, and his mantis fist is only for himself.

The singing on the stage stopped, and there were several owl calls in the air. The audience shivered together, knowing how ominous the cry was. The militia captain ran out dragging his rifle, and shouted with a pale face: "Captain Zhao is dead! Someone killed Captain Zhao!"

The lights in the headquarters of the brigade suddenly went out, and more than one person thought of the Xiaocui family who disappeared for no reason. Chen Daguang had no choice but to speak, and ordered the militiamen to light torches, and he went to the backstage to check the scene in person.

Wuxin was named by him and had to follow, while Su Tao stood in the front yard with the other county officials who were traveling with him. When he saw Zhao Guanghe's corpse, Chen Daguang said casually: "The class enemy is really crazy-"

Before he finished speaking, he unintentionally tugged at the back of his shirt. He closed his mouth immediately, suspecting that he had said the wrong thing. As he turned around and was about to go out, he suddenly heard Wuxin question: "Who locked the door?"

Chen Daguang was startled and sniffed at the same time: "Wuxin, do you smell the stench?"

Wuxin remembered that when he entered the house with Chen Daguang, the militia captain stood at the door and opened the door for himself. Taking a deep breath, he replied, "Director Chen, I smell it."

There is indeed a stench in the air. The more Wuxin thought about it, the more wrong it became. He kicked the door and shouted to the militia captain: "Little Li, open the door!"

Chen Daguang pulled Wuxin apart and was about to take a kick. Unexpectedly, just when he was able to exercise, there was a sudden chill on his neck. When he raised his hand to touch it, he let out a strange cry because he touched a few sticky and slender fingers. Wuxin turned his head and saw a woman in a red jacket standing behind Chen Daguang, her hands tightly locking his neck. The woman's disheveled hair revealed her face, and her face was actually blurred, and the whole face was covered with uneven white wax oil!

"Xiao Cui!" Wuxin shouted loudly: "We are outsiders, and we have not harmed you, so let go of your hands and go to the ground for safety!"

Xiao Cui didn't move, her hands slowly clasped together. And although Chen Daguang has martial arts, but now he is strangled by the throat, naturally he can't show it. Without being in a hurry, he had to send his fingers to the teeth and bite them hard. However, before he could bite out his own blood, Chen Daguang struggled to pull out the pistol around his waist and pulled the trigger behind him. Seeing that the situation was not good, Wuxin jumped back immediately. At the same time as the gunshots sounded, Xiaocui's head exploded completely, red, white and yellow falling from the sky, splashing Chen Daguang's face. The hands on his neck immediately loosened, Chen Daguang touched his face and turned his head, only to see the headless corpse swaying, and then he stepped back all the way, and passed the rear window smartly.

Chen Daguang didn't dare to think about the liquid on his head and face. He was angry and rushed into the crown. He jumped out of the window with a gun and chased after him, chasing and scolding all the way: "Fuck you! What's wrong with you and Lao Tzu?"

I didn't want to stay in the room. Anyway, there was blood on my fingers, so I squatted down and drew a blood talisman on Zhao Guanghe's forehead to calm his soul. Then he got up and planned to jump out of the window to chase Chen Daguang. But before he could make a move, there was a soft snort behind him.

He turns back. The empty room was old, and next to the door there was an old-fashioned wooden lattice window, unglazed, only covered with a layer of newspaper. The newspaper had just been stabbed in a hole, and behind the hole was an eye of the militia captain.

The eyes and Wuxin looked at each other for a while, then moved back. In place of the eyes is a jet-black barrel.

Without waiting for the bullet to be fired from the muzzle, Wuxin sprang out of the rear window like a ghost in an instant.

When the black water puddle was in chaos, on a high mountain near the black water puddle, the little Dingmao sat on the ground and was playing with a piece of white paper. Gu Ji stood aside with a pistol on his shoulders. His relatives were all killed in the hands of the little Dingmao, and he himself was helpless, only the little Dingmao was willing to ask him. He can't live alone, he can't live without Ding Mao.

As for Xiao Ding Mao, since he can't go to hate to death, he has to go to the other extreme and love to death. Standing faithfully beside the little Ding Mao, he saw that the little Ding Mao drew a yin and yang fish on the paper with his fingers. Fingers have no color, so painting is the same as not painting. Sitting cross-legged, he placed the white paper on the grass in front of him. Holding his head in his hands, he bent down, and he closed his eyes and was silent for a long time. There is no wind in the wild, but the white paper automatically turns in a circle.

A young man walked gently behind him, bent down and said, "Comrade Ding, Madam Ma is here."

Little Ding Mao straightened up and opened her eyes: "Bring her here."

A ragged old woman walked up to the little Ding Mao with a wooden stick. Little Ding Mao looked up and asked her, "Have you done what I told you?"

Mother Ma squeezed the wrinkles on her face, as if she was very scared: "I did it, I did it. I have been working in the canteen of the brigade for the past few days. Mixed it all into the vegetables for him to eat."

Little Dingmao asked again: "Where is the girl's parents?"

Mr. Ma replied: "Both of them believed in me. Before liberation, their old man was in trouble, so he asked me to treat him. They all ran away last night, and they were willing to say that the girl was gone. , they have no hope of living. If they can avenge the girl, they will go to **** after death."

Little Ding Mao nodded: "Okay. If I succeed, I will make you turn over completely. You can go back and don't show up if you are okay."

Mother Ma left with great gratitude. The little Dingmao looked up and took a deep breath, and saw a big owl crouching on a tree, looking around in a ghostly way.