Chapter 42: The Walking Skeleton
The heavens were never merciful to the will of man.
A thick cloud layer pressed down from the sky, and thunder and lightning flashed within the cloud layer, followed by the wind, which whistled, and large drops of rain fell from the cloud layer, sounding crisp and hitting the paper man's body.
"Come back!"
Not daring to continue, Meng Fan maneuvered the paper man to fly back, before the heavy rain poured down, he had already summoned the four paper men, but the only one who had not yet returned was the Hulua.
Huluwa is relatively small, to harvest the corn field is a bit far, and in a mountain range, just when it dropped the sacks, and hurriedly sped back to the time, the rain poured down!
The rain of the day before yesterday seemed to be just a prelude, while today's rain seemed to have been planned for a long time, pouring down from the sky without mercy, and in a few moments, there were muddy streams of water rolling down from the mountains and rushing into the village, and even the small stream in the village showed signs of flash flooding.
"Faster!"
Beads of sweat flowed down from Meng Fan's forehead, he urged the little True Qi he had left, his mind was even more eager than ever, maneuvering the gourd doll to rush back, hoping that those paint waterproofing abilities could be stronger, and that it could last a while longer, and that it could last until he returned home, if it fell apart outside, it would inevitably be seen by the villagers.
At that time, not only himself, even his parents, will be affected, will not be able to live a normal life, there will be no one to find his father to see the doctor, and no one will pull his mother to do needlework, chatting about some household chores.
Ghosts!
Because in the eyes of the villagers, that's a ghostly creature!
Even Granny Zhang didn't dare to grandly display the magic of the paper man in front of the masses, and only dared to do some confusing little things.
"This is the end!"
Those villagers who came over to urge in the morning, are huddled in Meng Fan's house, looking at the heavy rain outside, revealing a chagrined expression, the five robots have come back four, the remaining one will surely come back soon, the rain is so heavy, those soaked corn in the ground, is considered to be completely finished.
"Brother ……," the little widow sat on the edge of the bed, delicate ankles hanging down, swinging and swinging, "encountered trouble it …… "
"Hang in there!" Feeling that the huckleberries were getting closer and closer to home, Meng Fan only slightly lowered his heart, "There should be no problem."
A wild dog, dripping wet, squatted at the door of Meng Fan's home, and suddenly saw something like, woofing and shrieking, ran away in panic.
It was also at this time that Hulua's figure appeared in the doorway!
"Look, look!"
"That's the ……"
"Is that still a …… robot?"
What entered the villagers' field of vision was a scene that was ten thousand times more bizarre-
The body of the hulk was broken, and pieces of the paper material soaked by rain fell off, revealing the skeleton inside, which was made of wooden strips …… and other than that, it was empty, with no steel bars or gears ……
A skeleton made of wooden strips, as if it were a white bone skeleton, in the rain curtain, just so stride, into the yard!
The villagers instantly exploded!
No one could imagine what kind of chaotic scene it was, screams of terror, messy footsteps, the crashing sound of knocking over furniture …… resounded throughout the Meng family!
"Ghost ah!"
"Monster ah!"
"Help!"
In the end, I don't know how it ended, until those people ran clean out, Meng Fan walked out into the pouring rain and carried Hulua into the house, helplessly skimming his lips, "Screwed up then."
"Hee hee, brother messed it up." The little widow echoed softly, in a voice only she could hear.
The next thing was predictable, the whole village knew about Meng Fan's manipulation of ghosts, and under the rumors, it was even more rumored, saying something like Meng Fan was a demon, perhaps one who had never gone to college, and had learned demonic magic somewhere, and could manipulate ghosts, and that paper man was made from the bones of the dead, and the skins of the dead…….
Perhaps Meng Fan himself is a ghost!
A demon that can walk in broad daylight!
It is even associated with the deaths of Zhang Carpenter and Pillar, saying that the traffic light was created by Meng Fan to practice demonic magic, or else that ghost could be so powerful? Can carry a hundred or so pounds of sacks in the mountains, like flying, like walking on the ground?
The villagers scared into this, Meng Qingshan couple did not go out, stayed at home all day, looking at the door in a daze, they are heartbroken their son, these are clearly not the son's fault, the villagers begged Meng Fan to go to collect the corn, out of the ordinary, can not be the son is willing to do it?
The son is also a good intention ah!
Otherwise your corn would have rotted!
Their complaints didn't change anything, and the villagers didn't dare to come to Meng Qingshan even when they were sick, as they had foreseen in the beginning.
Walls fall down people push, after two days, the villagers mood a little calm after, Sun village head came to the Meng family, but even the yard do not dare to enter, just stand in the gate, will Meng Qingshan shouted out: "Qing Shan ah, you say that this got what is it, how to make people are scared of it, but also I was scared of light, Meng Fan that child how so evil, how to manipulate that! Stuff, you see, the villagers want me to recover all that money back, what's worse, some villagers also want to burn their own corn, saying that it is stained with evil qi, eat it to die ……"
Meng Qingshan's face was very bad, forgetting how he put those money into the hands of Sun village head, the village head took the money and did not stop for a moment, straight away.
Outside the gate is empty, it seems that those friendships previously maintained, accumulated word of mouth, all because of this incident, dissipated ……
Is the thing too terrible.
Or is the human heart easy to cold?
Meng Qingshan locked the door tightly and sat in the house for a long time, thinking that the little widow was still lying in the house, he hung his head and walked in.
"Girl, ah, when the injury heals in a couple days, you can go too." Meng Qingshan helped her check her injuries, nothing more serious, "Aren't you afraid here?"
"Hee hee ……" that little widow smiled coquettishly, "What are you afraid of? Not quite fun!"
"Not afraid of good …… fun even if."
Meng Qingshan is aware of the small widow's past, can foresee the dead home, but also enough evil, perhaps the brain is still out of the question, only such people will not be afraid of it.
He looked at Meng Fan's house in a daze, the heart and uncomfortable up: "My poor son, out of this file, how to find a daughter-in-law ah in the future! I'm afraid that girl Xiaoxi is scared!"
With his mind in such a downcast state, a sweet voice suddenly came from outside the front door, "Is Meng Fan at home?"
Meng Qingshan jerked his head up, his face abruptly eased, and ran to the courtyard to see a shapely figure standing outside the firewood gate, peeking her head out to look around.
"It's Xiao Xi!" Meng Qingshan got excited and shouted, "Meng Fan ah, Meng Fan ah, Xiaoxi has come to the house to visit, come over and welcome her!"
Meng Fan skimmed his lips and walked to the courtyard, seeing the beautiful eyes of Liu Xiaoxi, he grinned and raised his steps towards the gate.
The sheer clouds in the sky flowed, and a dazzling light projected down from between the clouds, just lighting up the entire courtyard of the Meng Family.
Meng Fan and Liu Xiaoxi were separated by a firewood gate, and the two of them bathed in the sunlight, gazing at each other, suddenly having a heart like a heartbeat, they laughed together.
"Didn't you say you'd take care of the food?"
"Been waiting for you na."
"Then why don't you open the door and let me in?"
"There are monsters in the house, not afraid?"
"Hee hee, you scare me first before you say it ……"
Meng Fan opened the firewood door, carried over the walking stick and assisted Xiao Xi.
Xiao Xi smiled sweetly at Meng Fan, "I want to eat what you made."