Northland, Qingping County, dusk, small attic.

This is the territory where Ji Que and Ning Hongyu discussed doing business on the way back, because the colorful brocade and dyed cloth here are very famous.

In Ning Hongyu's observation, as long as they continue to work hard and invest properly and open up all channels, they can quickly become bigger and stronger.

At least there is no problem to make this Qingping Caijin popular in the north.

But this place is not peaceful. For example, now an uninvited guest named Cao came to this small attic.

"I didn't expect that I came to this kind of place again."

"But for some reason, I was as nervous as the first time."

Cao Ping curled up under the bed, feeling the long-lost tension and stimulation.

He looked at the woman in thin clothes not far away and adjusted his breathing rhythm.

He shouldn't be so nervous.

Before coming to Qingping County, he was a thief.

The kind who specializes in a good wife.

Unfortunately, when he had an affair with the fourth wife, he lost his hand, broke one of his legs and was soaked in a pig cage.

Fortunately, the pig cage spread out in the water. After drinking countless saliva, his stomach was stretched out for two rounds and finally saved his life.

Cao Ping, who survived the disaster, vowed to be irreconcilable with "sex" in the future.

After several years of self-cultivation in this county town where no one knows, Cao Ping has become a real sage, and has nothing to do with "sex".

He no longer insists on stealing people.

Stealing the wife.

Unfortunately, Cao Ping still saw her.

Mrs. Zhao, who was sitting in front of the dressing table at this moment.

Mrs. Zhao's family moved from another place, and her husband runs a tailor shop.

That day, he watched Mrs. Zhao walk across the street with a vegetable basket and gently posing in a slim figure, and suddenly he had an irresistible impulse.

The urge to steal.

Those who play in brothels, young and charming, are finally thrown into their arms and can't compare to stealing.

For example, at this time, what attracted him the most was Mrs. Zhao's tight legs.

I don’t know that the scathing silk seller invented a kind of “silk-woven stockings” that gradually spread in this county town, adding a hazy feeling to women’s already seductive legs, making them even more irresistible.

Cao Ping happened to have a pair of socks like this on his hand.

Black.

He didn't think about re-working his old job, but he sneaked into Mrs. Zhao's room and slept on the bed she had slept with, holding the silk stockings she had worn, trying to feel her breath and soothe her restless heart.

But Mrs. Zhao, who should go to the shop with her husband to order the bill today, came back halfway and blocked him under the bed.

Maybe it's been a long time since I did it, and I was a little bit of my hand, or maybe I had a lame leg, and my movements were no longer as flexible as before, or maybe this face was no longer the young and handsome as I used to be. Cao Ping, who was a veteran, was very nervous for a while, and it can be seen from the fine sweat beads on his forehead.

He used to steal people because of his own charm and surprise, and made all his wives push him half-heartedly.

But now he is no longer young. Every time he wants to regain confidence, his slightly bulging belly and his right leg that is a little unstraightly walking will instantly bring him back to reality.

He no longer had the courage he had before.

He really just wanted to feel her smell in Mrs. Zhao's room, take her things and vent her fire and leave.

At this time, only a few slight crackling sounds were heard, and Mrs. Zhao had already added a few dresses and a purple underwear at her feet.

At this moment, Mrs. Zhao should be naked, with only a pair of crystal clear and transparent black stockings all over her body.

For a moment, Cao Ping only felt hotter.

The beautiful feet walked to the closet and stopped.

Cao Ping suddenly became nervous.

When he was searching for clothes and socks just now, he didn't seem to have closed the cabinet door tightly.

Will Mrs. Zhao be alert and then discover his existence?

Cao Ping couldn't help but remember the experience of being soaked in a pig cage by someone's legs, and cold sweat broke out.

He was afraid and regretful for a moment, and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

It's really a knife on the head of the word "Se".

I'm going out this time, I must not do such a thing anymore!

Cao Ping made up his mind again.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhao just hesitated for a while, then put on her new dress and sat on the edge of the bed.

The white and tender little feet and embroidered shoes are now only a short distance away from Cao Ping.

He could even smell the above.

But now Cao Ping was very scared and couldn't help but breathe lightly, fearing that the breath brought from his nose would touch Mrs. Zhao's feet and would attract her attention.

At this time, Cao Ping suddenly shook all over.

Because there was a pounding sound from the windows of the house, two heavy and three light.

He came in through that window.

Mrs. Zhao got out of bed and opened the window. A man's rough voice quickly rang out - "Madam, please let me wait."

"You guy"

Cao Ping: "."

This is not the voice of Mrs. Zhao’s husband!

Tailor Zhao knew him, and his voice was a little thin, so it was definitely not like that.

In other words, Mrs. Zhao is stealing someone?

This sissy

Afterwards, a pair of men's feet in black boots appeared in Cao Ping's sight.

"Don't be so anxious."

Mrs. Zhao said, with a charming voice.

But it can be seen that the man is very anxious.

Cao Ping only felt the bed above his head sinking down, which made him feel a little breathless.

He has never seen any scenes of Cao Ping.

But he has never seen such a scene before.

I actually met my colleagues and I was still under their bed where they were doing business!

The wooden bed made a squeaking sound.

After a while, as the man and woman let out a satisfied sigh, the swaying of the wooden bed finally stopped.

At this time, the man said, "Madam, when I was lingering with you just now, I suddenly remembered a joke I had heard before."

"What joke?" Mrs. Zhao said in confusion.

"I used to have a friend who fell off the bed when he was stealing someone like me, and guess what did he see?"

"What?"

"He saw the lady's justice lying under the bed, looking at him with a look of fear." The man teased.

Mrs. Zhao became obviously nervous and said, "This is not funny at all."

The man smiled and said, "Madam, don't you think your husband is under the bed, right? Why don't you go down and take a look?"

At this moment, Cao Ping's heart was about to jump into his throat.

Mrs. Zhao immediately said, "No, don't make trouble."

The man joked, "Even if your husband is here, I'm not afraid. The lady should know that I can kill a few people easily."

Cao Ping's heart was even higher.

It turns out that this wild man is still a ruthless murderer?

If he is discovered, can he survive by kneeling down and begging for mercy?

No, in the tone of this man, he must have killed someone to silence him to avoid their secrets being leaked.

For a moment, Cao Ping was extremely scared.

He used to be lustful and bold, but after experiencing that setback, he was already a little afraid of death.

Fortunately, the two people in the bed were just joking and didn't really get out of bed to see it.

After a period of warmth, Mrs. Zhao asked the man to leave.

The room on the second floor of the wooden building has become quiet again.

It was not until this time that Cao Ping dared to breathe out a breath of turbid air.

Mrs. Zhao must be very tired. When she falls asleep later, she can take the opportunity to leave safely.

Sure enough, Mrs. Zhao lay on the bed.

But she did not fall asleep immediately, but tossed and turned on the bed.

The dusk has passed, the world has fallen into darkness, and Cao Ping, who is lying under the bed, is exhausted.

He has been in this position for a long time.

"My husband is under the bed, it's ridiculous." Mrs. Zhao suddenly said this.

The cold voice echoed in the room, and Cao Ping almost cried out.

Obviously, Mrs. Zhao still missed the joke.

If it were back then, Cao Ping would have crawled out from under the bed, covered Mrs. Zhao's mouth, and said with a smile: "Madam, don't you want your husband to know about stealing people, right?"

But now he just wants to leave, go home and breathe heavily, and have a good night's sleep.

He was frightened so much today. His heart was like being tied to a cliff, rising and falling, and he couldn't stand it.

He found that he was no longer suitable for doing this kind of thing.

He has long been a guy with a lustful heart but no courage. Today's decision is extremely stupid.

An oil lamp slowly illuminated, illuminating the dark room a little.

But the darker the darker the lights, the darker the unlit places seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, and the whole room seemed much deeper.

Mrs. Zhao got out of bed, walked to the dressing table, and took out a pair of scissors.

She slowly approached the bedside, and the shadows reflected by the oil lamps had even spread to the space under the bed.

Cao Ping didn't dare to let out a sigh of vigor.

If Mrs. Zhao saw him, she would definitely be frightened.

And a woman who was scared by holding scissors in her hand could not do anything terrible.

He doesn't want things to get worse.

From here, Cao Ping could clearly see Mrs. Zhao's calves that began to bend downwards and slightly curled toes.

That was a sign that she was about to squat down to see the bottom of the bed!

He suddenly felt that Mrs. Zhao was so terrible.

Cao Ping swallowed his saliva wildly. If he was discovered, he planned to rush out with all his strength.

Even if he was arrested later and threw him into a cell, he would be able to stay here and suffer torture.

But at this point, he realized that his body was so numb that it was very difficult to move.

It's over!

Under the bed, you can already see a strand of hair hanging down.

Then the chin.

mouth.

nose.

A little more.

Just a little more, Mrs. Zhao's eyes will enter his sight.

Then he will be discovered.

The scissors on the jade hand followed and reflected a cold light, which looked particularly terrifying in this shaking room.

Just then, Mrs. Zhao stopped.

She should also be afraid, afraid of what to see under the bed.

Eventually, the nose, mouth, chin and hair disappear in turn.

Instead of really looking at the bed, Mrs. Zhao stood up and breathed a long sigh.

At this time, Cao Ping felt that he had only half his life left.

"Why scare yourself?" Mrs. Zhao said to herself.

After that, Mrs. Zhao should have figured it out and lay on the bed.

After a while, she fell asleep and Cao Ping could hear her even and slightly tired breathing.

For not long, Cao Ping felt like hell.

He began to move his body carefully.

He is leaving here!

Must leave!

He felt that if this continues, his heart would not be able to stand it.

Before he knew it, Cao Ping found that he had become accustomed to being a sage's stable life, and he should never do such a risky thing again.

He held the socks in his hand and sweared secretly: "Blessed by Bodhisattva, after leaving today, I, Cao Ping, will definitely be a good person and will never be a thief again."

Just as Cao Ping approached the edge of the bed and was about to drill out in one go, he suddenly stopped moving.

There was a two-finger-wide gap at some point in the door.

In the gap, you can see a blue-faced cloth shoe with the light of the oil lamp.

A cloud embroidered on the shoes.

He recognized the shoes.

These are Tailor Zhao’s shoes!

He saw him out wearing these shoes in the afternoon.

When did Tailor Zhao come back?

Cao Ping's face was covered in sweat and looked up through the gap in fear.

There, a pale eyeball was staring at the room, which was particularly creepy!

Tailor Zhao has come back early, and even watched his wife having an affair with the man?

So have I been discovered?

Cao Ping's mind was blank, and he could only move his body quietly and retract back to the bottom of the bed.

Cao Ping, who hid back under the bed, was already numb.

His brain was a little dizzy, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

He really wants to go out!

If he was outside now, he could not only speak casually, but also breathe heavily, and even spit thick phlegm at other people's walls.

He could even go to the brothel to spend the night with a girl.

One is not enough, then two!

Two is not enough, then three!

But now.

After a while, the wooden bed suddenly shook, and Mrs. Zhao must have woken up from her sleep.

Cao Ping's heart also hangs.

Cao Ping, hiding under the bed, could not see Mrs. Zhao's situation, but knew that she must be very nervous and scared, as it can be seen from the slightly trembling wooden bed.

She was trembling.

She must have found her husband outside the door.

The eyes that were staring inside were terrifying to think about it.

"Mr. Zhao said tremblingly.

No response.

Mrs. Zhao never dared to get out of bed and was trembling in the bed.

After half a tea tea, the door creaked open, as if it was blown open by the wind.

A pair of blue-faced cloth shoes embroidered with cloud patterns appeared in Cao Ping's sight.

"My husband, when did you come back?" Mrs. Zhao asked nervously.

Tailor Zhao did not answer her, but walked straight to the dressing table and said coldly: "You come down."

"My husband, I."

"I'll let you down."

Tailor Zhao repeated the sentence, his cold voice made people frightened.

After a while, Cao Ping's eyes had a pair of feet wearing snow-colored socks.

No shoes worn.

Mrs. Zhao got off the bed.

It can be seen that she was very scared and her legs were trembling.

"Madam, you and I have been neighbors since childhood and are childhood sweethearts. After so many years, I thought I could be with you forever, but I didn't expect you to do such a thing."

"No, my husband, he forced me!"

"Did he forced you to buy silk stockings with patterns, or did you like this explicit underwear? Until recently, I realized that my father was right, only the dead were the most loyal.

Madam, why don’t I cut you into pieces and sew it into the doll?”

"That way, you can be with me forever."

Tailor Zhao's voice was very calm, but it was pathological and had a creepy smell.

As a result, at this moment, I heard a scream of "Ah!", and a string of blood was already added to the ground.

"You dare to stab me?"

On the ground, the oil lamp reflected the shadows of the two people. It was Mrs. Zhao who suddenly stabbed Tailor Zhao in the neck with scissors.

The next moment, Cao Ping saw a more terrifying scene.

Tailor Zhao's shadow suddenly pulled out a pair of big scissors half of his arm's length.

He pressed Mrs. Zhao's upper body on the dressing table, and there were scissors.

With a thud, Mrs. Zhao's head rolled to the ground like a watermelon, facing Cao Ping's eyes under the bed.

Cao Ping: "!!!"

Cao Ping almost cried out, he covered his mouth hard, and tears kept pouring out.

The blood on the ground flowed along the gaps of the wooden boards. Cao Ping did not dare to look at Mrs. Zhao's beautiful and lonely head, so he could only look elsewhere.

Tailor Zhao casually cut a piece of cloth from Mrs. Zhao's body and bandaged the wound on her neck.

His shadow was reflected on the ground, just like an evil ghost.

Time passed and there was no other waves. Cao Ping finally took a breath, but at this time, his pupils suddenly contracted and his heart stopped.

A more terrifying scene came into view.

The shadow of the headless Mrs. Zhao who was originally lying on the dressing table suddenly stood up.

The pair of feet wrapped in white knitted socks approached Tailor Zhao who was bandaging it step by step, without making any sound.

Cao Ping, who was watching this scene, not only was crying above, but also was flowing below, with a warmth.

With a click, the headless corpse pierced through Tailor Zhao's body with his hands, took out a beating heart from it, and placed it on the dressing table.

Tailor Zhao's body fell down softly.

The headless Mrs. Zhao walked towards the bed.

Cao Ping's entire scalp was in a state of continuous explosion, biting his tongue tightly to prevent himself from screaming and tears kept flowing.

On the floor, Mrs. Zhao's head and eyes were empty.

He could only hope that he had not seen him after he died.

The next moment, the shadow on the ground changed, and Mrs. Zhao put her head back.

Afterwards, she grabbed the heart, opened the door and left.

The whole room has returned to quiet.

Cao Ping felt that he was going to die.

How he wished it was just a ridiculous nightmare.

He knew that this was the last chance to leave, but his body was completely out of control for a moment.

After several efforts, Cao Ping finally struggled to move his body, approached the edge of the bed, and slowly leaned out his head.

Fortunately, the horror scene where one of the imagined eyes was staring at him coldly did not appear.

Cao Ping felt that he had a chance to escape.

Then "Madam Zhao" must have dealt with that heart!

"Shh."

As a result, a very light cry swept across the back of the head with a chill.

Cao Ping turned his head in shock.

Under the bed, behind him, Mrs. Zhao was lying there, looking at him.

In one eye, there were two pupils standing side by side, staring at him tightly.
Chapter completed!