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Chapter 133 The Long Darkness

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    Although I bought a lot of clothes, even women's products were bought by Deng Jincai.

    But no one noticed Deng Jincai's abnormality. In this world, everyone has their own life, and those who are not living well think about how to make themselves better.

    Live a good life and want to live a better life, anyway, they are busy with their own lives, and who cares about how others live.

    In other words, who would really care why Deng Jincai, an old bachelor, frequently buys women's clothes and daily necessities recently?

    The proprietress who bought clothes on the street made a joke.

    "Brother Deng, what's the matter, are you begging for a wife?"

    Deng Jincai chuckled: "Nonsense, can I win a wife with my appearance?"

    The proprietress said again: "Is that for a good friend?"

    Deng Jincai: "Hey, it would be nice to have a good friend on my condition, and you can't take good care of me, can't you?"

    The proprietress smiled: "That's right, Brother Deng will take care of the business in the future."

    Therefore, the proprietress only cares about her business, and she doesn't care who Deng Jincai's clothes are bought for.

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    No matter how difficult time is, it will not stagnate because of difficulty.

    On the eve of the Spring Festival in 2002, after more than 300 days of long waiting, Yuan Xiaofang seemed to be waiting for another chance.

    It's the twelfth lunar month, and according to the custom in the countryside, every household starts to kill pigs for the new year.

    Although most of the villagers in Baoshi Village are poor and poor, they can still raise first-year pigs.

    As a pig butcher, Deng Jincai began to get busy.

    In the evening of this day, when he came back from outside, he brought back two pig's trotters.

    After the pig's trotters were stewed, they were placed steaming hot on the table in the house.

    During this year, Yuan Xiaofang did not seek opportunities to escape from this devil's lair.

    Perhaps because she is quite obedient, Deng Jincai sometimes allows her to come up to let her in.

    For example, this night, when a big bowl of stewed pig's trotters was served, Yuan Xiaofang was allowed to come up from the cold and damp cellar to have dinner with him.

    The bowls and chopsticks have just been placed on the table, and the wine has not yet been poured.

    A person came outside.

    Deng Xiaomao's father, Deng Jinze.

    That is Deng Jincai's cousin, a cousin who is related by blood.

    Deng Jinze didn't look at the almanac when he went out this night, his eyes were opened, and he saw people he shouldn't see, so he deserved to be unlucky.

    Also because it seemed that the Chinese New Year was coming again, when Deng Jincai came back with the pig's trotters in the evening, the door in the yard was not locked.

    So Deng Jinze was able to enter the yard unimpeded, and then pushed open the door of the main room.

    The first thing that caught his eye was Yuan Xiaofang, the female teacher who had been missing for more than a year. She had been in the village all along, and she was at the home of Deng Jincai, who the police had searched for many times but failed to find.

    "Teacher Yuan?"

    Not only Deng Jinze was surprised, but Yuan Xiaofang was also surprised. She did not expect that this night, when she came out of the cellar, a man would come.

    When she recovered, she was delighted.

    "Daddy Xiao Mao"

    Then Deng Jinze's eyes met with Deng Jincai who was sitting with his back to the door and was pouring wine.

    Deng Jinze saw a gloomy spark on this cousin's face.

    "Brother, it turned out that you really did it."

    Deng Jincai was very calm: "Brother, come and have a drink with brother."

    "Just drink it, I came here to ask you to butcher a pig for my family tomorrow."

    Deng Jinze retracted the right foot that was stepping into the threshold to the outside of the door.

    Deng Jincai seemed very enthusiastic.

    "Why don't you be polite with me. I have stewed pig's trotters and have a drink with my brother. I have something to tell you."

    Deng Jinze, who is tall and has sound four legs, is a man who is not useful.

    He was obviously scared.

    "I, I won't bother you for dinner, I'm leaving."

    The wine glass in Deng Jincai's hand slapped on the table, and the scar on his face, which he hadn't seen for a long time, slowly oozes out in such a cold night.

    Yuan Xiaofang understood that the devil factor could not be stopped seeping out this night, just like the rainy night when Deng Songming appeared.

    She involuntarily yelled.

    "Father Xiaomao, run quickly."

    Ta MingBai, as long as Deng Jinze runs away, it will not only give him the hope of his own life, but also give her the hope of freedom.

    Deng Jincai's voice seemed to come from hell.

    "Hmph, go? Do you think you can go today?"

    Almost as soon as he spoke, his lame leg tripped over the stool behind him and quickly moved towards the door.

    The door slammed shut behind him, followed by the sound of a lock being locked.

    "Be honest with me, wait until I come back to deal with you."

    She ran to the window and tore away the tattered newspapers.

    The night was pitch black, only Deng Jinze's wailing could be heard from near to far.

    Then, Deng Jinze's voice disappeared, only the occasional cry of night birds in the dark forest.

    The sound of the night bird made people feel chills in their hearts, and a chill of countless cold days filled her whole body in an instant.

    She backed away silently, then lay down under the bed, lifted the cover leading to the cellar, and walked in the passage step by step.

    Rubean lights, the bed covered with beautiful printed sheets, she touched the place where the bastard had sat, several folds.

    With trembling hands, he smoothed those folds, then climbed onto the bed, huddled in a corner, and clasped his hands together.

    ? Pray silently, nothing will happen, nothing will happen.

    As time went by, the hope that was as dim as this bean-like light came to an end bit by bit.

    A deeper despair surrounded her tightly.

    Sometimes, after hope begins, it is doomed to despair.

    She was thinking, if time could be turned back, she would rather stay in this dark cellar for the rest of her life than hurt innocent people.

    In the cellar there is no distinction between day and night.

    It seems like a century has passed.

    The footsteps of the devil came from the passage, and I don't know how many times. When that kind of footsteps sounded from the passage, it was like a drumbeat about to rush to the battlefield destined to die.  Getting closer and closer to the abyss.

    The first thing that catches the eye is the unfathomable scarred face, with shocking blood stains on it, against a face that is colder than this cold night.

    He first stood not far away and stared at her coldly, then his icy voice.

    "I thought you had planned to spend the rest of your life with me, but I didn't expect"

    "You, what did you do to him?"

    "Hmph, he went where he was supposed to go."

    She cried out: "You, you are a devil."

    He went forward and grabbed her neck: "Haha, yes, I'm a devil. Do you know? If you let him go, you won't let me go. Between me and him, of course I have to choose myself."

    "You, you will go to hell sooner or later."

    "Hmph, hell, do you think someone like me would be scared?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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