The sugar broke into two or three pieces.

He picked up the biggest piece and stuffed it into Aunt Wu's mouth, and ate the remaining two small pieces himself.

The sugar tastes sweet when it enters your mouth.

The little kid narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, "How sweet."

Aunt Wu also put the candy in her mouth and let it melt slowly. She smiled and said, "Sugar is sweet. One day, the days in our Weijia Village will be as sweet as sugar."

The kid suddenly pointed at the young man who was walking around on the edge of a field in the distance, "Fifth, Fifth Ancestor... look... the corpse, the corpse is walking."

Aunt Wu squinted her presbyopic eyes and looked over.

Zhou Zhiqing, who was wearing a washed-out shirt, was tall and thin, with a fair and clean face, and always spoke in a "Nun" tone. He liked to shake his hair and said he would mop the roads in the village but never did so once. He was turning around on the edge of the field like a soul.

This person clearly died before.

How come he's alive again?

Aunt Wu rubbed her eyes.

"It's over, this is a demon.

"Little boy, little boy, go find the village chief and find out which family has a black dog, and get some black dog blood to splash on him. When the evil spirit in him is gone, he will lie down." Aunt Wu said.

The kid ran very fast.

Ten minutes later, two villagers quietly walked behind Zhou Xiaoshan carrying black dog blood.

When the basin fell over, black blood splashed all over his face and body.

He turned around suddenly, his eyes were dark and fixed, very scary.

"WTF, what are you doing? What crew is this, shooting a period drama? Are you just extras? How much a day? You're so dedicated?"