Chapter 475 The Dead Baby
The human heart is unpredictable.
The house where Mr. Xie lives now is not newly built, but it should have been renovated.
He prepared a room for Su Nanzhi here.
"It's much busier here at night than during the day," Mr. Xie smiled. "You look like you might be easier to bully."
Su Nanzhi also smiled: "It just looks like that."
Mr. Xie asked his men to lead Su Nanzhi to a room. The men said, "The conditions here are average. Master, please make do with it for now."
Su Nanzhi said thank you.
For this village, Mr. Xie’s house can be considered a mansion.
I don’t know how many people outside are secretly coveting the wealth in this house.
The house should have been bought by Mr. Xie and the villagers and then renovated. Su Nanzhi never left the room after entering it.
The village chief is here.
The village chief was a 60-year-old man with gray hair, a mouthful of yellow teeth, dark skin, and a slightly hunched back, but his steps were still vigorous. Not long after Su Nanzhi entered the village, he came to visit.
He also spoke the local language, and Mr. Xie brought with him an interpreter who understood the language.
The village chief did come to inquire about the girl who had just entered the village.
Mr. Xie evaded the question, saying that his family had come to take care of his granddaughter.
Mr. Xie had dinner delivered to the room.
There are meat and vegetables. Although it is not very rich, it is considered a good level here.
Su Nanzhi ate some, but not all of it. She was not picky about food, but she was used to the food at Aunt Dong's and Teacher Jiang's place. At the very least, it was the cafeteria of No. 1 Middle School. The food here was so light that Su Nanzhi missed the pan-fried chicken breast with fresh seasonal vegetables that Teacher Jiang treated her to.
After a quick dinner, Su Nanzhi rested in 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 late.
In the final analysis, it's either for life or for money, and Su Nanzhi has no choice but to come and endure it.
She lay on the simple bed, closed her eyes, and slowly fell asleep.
At seven o'clock in the evening, the crows began to cry everywhere.
There was no sound of anyone outside.
In this dark and unlit room, the message conveyed by hearing will be clearer.
This village is so backward that it doesn't even have electricity. Every household still uses kerosene lamps and usually goes to bed after 8 o'clock in the evening.
In order to save kerosene, people here turn off the lights and go to bed around seven o'clock in the evening.
There were rustling sounds in the room. The person on the bed didn't react at first, until the sounds gradually became louder and louder, and some slightly sharp laughs were heard, more than one.
Su Nanzhi opened his eyes but did not move.
She looked towards the ceiling and saw a few small dark shadows there.
She stared up.
In the darkness, she saw a pair of hands, a pair of tender and small hands, which flashed past her sight.
Su Nanzhi realized that she was probably the most "easy to mess with" person in this house.
She continued to stare upwards, and finally she saw a head.
Very small.
How to say it?
As big as a newborn baby.
Only in the village many people died.
But the ones who died the most were children.
The baby's resentment is no less than that of other innocent people who died unjustly.
However, these dead babies became ghosts with the help of the village's natural spiritual energy and could not harm their blood relatives.
(End of this chapter)
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