Zhang Ying seemed to be very afraid of thunder and lightning, and the woodcutter had already fallen to the ground.

In a coma, she tightly strangled my neck with both hands.

She was already drenched in the rain, and she clung to my body even more wet, making me even colder.

The old woman lit the candle unhurriedly, and the yellow light of the bean size swayed.

Firewood was also lit on the brazier next to it, and it burned very vigorously.

I sat down with Zhang Ying in my arms and leaned around the firewood.

The old woman's eyes were firmly fixed on me and Zhang Ying.

Although the posture of holding Zhang Ying may have misunderstood something for the old woman, there was no place next to me for me to put her down. You can't just throw her on the ground.

"This woman from the Zhang family is sick again?" asked the old woman after a long time, pointing to the woodcutter that was still bloody on the ground.

I nodded, not only was I sick, but there was a black dog lying in a pool of blood in the yard.

The old woman didn't say much, but pointed to the next room, and said that I could sleep there at night.

After speaking, she got up and went to another room, and after rummaging for a long time, handed me a kerosene lamp.

The old woman went to sleep, and Zhang Ying and I were left in the hall.

Zhang Ying was unconscious, and I pulled over a chair to let her sit down and lean on top of me.

The cold wind came from the door, and it hurt to the bone.

The black-and-white photos on the table are becoming more and more eerie in the swaying of candles.

There was only one bed and one quilt in the room, and it was impossible for me to squeeze together with Zhang Ying. After putting her down, I went back to the hall and closed the door to continue the fire.

I don't know when, the candle was blown out by the fire.

And I looked at the firewood shaking in front of me, and my eyelids became heavier and heavier.

In a daze, I seemed to hear a child whispering.

It sounded very childish, but no matter how much I listened, I couldn't make out what she was saying. There is something strange about the tone, not so much talking as singing some unknown local opera.

The voice became more and more eerie, and I suddenly came to my senses.

The room was pitch black, and there was only a little spark left for the firewood.

Before he could put the dry firewood next to him, he faintly heard footsteps outside the door.

Pulling the canvas bag, the iron ruler in his hand, and looking out through the crack in the door.

I saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking into the distance.

The tall figure carried a woodcutter in his hand, and the short figure dragged a dead dog in his hand.

This strange picture made my heart rise to my throat.

Zhang Ying, when did she go out? Who is the kid next to her?

Curious, I opened the door and quietly followed.

The two figures seemed to be saying something, but the rain was so loud that I couldn't hear it at all.

The rain hit me, and it was bitterly cold.

After walking into the mountains for about half an hour, I could faintly see the light of a fire over there.

There was a large crowd of people around the fire, and the sound was very noisy.

These people don't look like villagers in Huangshan Village, either in terms of appearance or clothing. In the two days since I came, I have seen a lot of people in Huangshan Village, and if I am inside, I will definitely be able to recognize it at a glance.

The two figures in front of him did not enter the crowd, but stood from a distance and watched.

I crept closer, paying attention to the crowd in the distance.

The noisy crowd over there seemed to be singing on stage.

The bright red curtain was as bright as blood, and it looked particularly strange on this dark and rainy night.

Soon, the sound of babbling came.

Got dirty? That's my first reaction.

In those years, I traveled with my grandfather and encountered many strange phenomena. But it's the first time I've encountered this kind of singing on stage. And every time I used to have my grandfather by my side, even if I encountered something powerful, my grandfather would solve it, and in the end it would be safe.

This is the first time I've encountered this situation alone.

The soul slapping ruler in his hand was held tighter.

The best way to encounter this situation is to run away immediately if the other person is completely unnoticed.

I'm going to do that, too.

But Zhang Ying in front moved, took the short figure, and quickly ran towards the stage.

Zhang Ying's actions quickly attracted the attention of the stage.

The middle-aged man over there only glanced at me, and I instantly felt that I was frozen, and I couldn't move even my fingers.

The middle-aged man under the stage didn't look at this side anymore, but smiled and said something to Zhang Ying and the short girl beside her.

With the help of the light over there, I could see clearly the short figure that followed Zhang Ying before.

It was a little girl of six or seven years old, and her face was sickly pale.

The rain was pouring cold, and my heart was getting colder and colder.

I saw that Zhang Ying had already put on a bright red costume.

My mind immediately remembered what she had said in the thatched hut before:

"Is Zheng Ling going to die too...... She's dead, I'm the next ......"

If this is how she died, then is Zheng Ling no longer there?

Thinking of this, infinite desolation came out of my body.

It was as if the desolation had broken through some kind of shackle and allowed me to take control of my body in an instant.

Immediately squatted down and picked up the woodcutter that Zhang Ying had thrown away before, with the iron ruler and steel knife in his hand, and the person was much bolder.

The middle-aged man in the distance obviously realized my move, and just glanced at me again, and continued to laugh with the little girl next to him with a smile on the corner of his mouth. That familiar and strange smile made me chill again.

Unexpectedly, there was something even more chilling to me.

He had just taken a few steps forward when he heard an incomparably familiar voice.

It turned out to be Zheng Ling!

Zheng Lingfeng stood on the stage, singing a weird tune that I couldn't understand, and there was also a weird smile on the corner of her mouth.

And next to Zheng Ling, there are also her three female classmates who have died, dressed and singing in the same way.

Zhang Ying has already dressed up and also taken the stage......

Seeing this, my scalp is going to explode.

Zheng Ling's face on the stage became clearer and paler.

She stopped singing and glanced at me, then turned around and walked back with a few female classmates, further and further.

"Zheng Ling, don't go, come back......"

I shouted at the top of my throat.

This shout made me fall to the ground with a "thud".

It turned out that I fell asleep sitting on a chair at the old woman's house.

Before I got up, I heard a childish voice next to me "giggling" and laughing.

When I looked up, I almost didn't scare me half to death.

Zhang Ying was sitting against the wall, and a little girl of six or seven years old was sitting on her lap looking at me and laughing.

And the sickly pale face of this little girl is exactly the same as the little girl I saw in front of the stage before.

Before the ghost word could be shouted, I felt that something was wrong, and it was already dawn outside.