What's going on!

I staggered back two steps and squatted on the ground.

Whose hand is sticking out of the coffin?

The arm was dry and black, and it was clear that the owner of the arm should have been dead for a few days.

Grandpa's body was stolen, and it won't be Grandpa's body in the coffin.

The little girl once told me that it was I who was lying in the coffin...... Those hands, I guess it can't be my hands!

I was terrified, I was on the verge of collapse, and I felt like I was going crazy.

But I still gritted my teeth and shook my mom desperately, hoping that my mom would wake up.

I don't know why, my mom slept very hard, no matter how I shook it, or even pinched my mom's nose, she just didn't respond at all.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound from the coffin, dense and dull, and a strange roar could be faintly heard in the throat.

This movement sounds like grandma is fighting with the "thing" in the coffin.

If something so big happens, I have to call my uncle and second uncle.

I mustered up the courage to walk to the door, but I didn't dare to take any step.

The movement in the coffin was getting louder and louder, and the screams of grandma became clearer and clearer.

There was no other way but to go to the window and call out to my uncle and second uncle.

I used all my strength to feed, and my voice was so loud and sharp that it caused the whole village of dogs to follow suit.

However, I shouted for five or six minutes, and there was no response from the village except for the barking of the dogs.

Not a single person came to my house to watch the excitement.

This is really abnormal, you have to know who usually quarrels at home, no matter how late it is, the people in the village will come out to see the excitement.

The whole village also became weird.

I even suspect that the whole village is asleep except for me, who is awake.

It's like my mother, I slept so deeply that I couldn't wake up at all.

I was completely panicked and didn't know what to do.

Squeak squeak!

That's when a rapid rat call caught my attention.

I immediately followed the prestige.

A bloodied rat was standing on the coffin, its body upright, its two little paws waving at me.

Two bloodshot little eyes, releasing a vicious and miserable look, stared straight at me.

I recognized at a glance that this little mouse was the one I kicked to death and kept in my grandmother's pocket.

What's going on? It's been kicked to death by me, how can it come back to life?

My gaze met that of it.

At that moment, my mind went blank with a buzz, and at the same time, I felt my body flutter lightly, as if floating, uncontrollably approaching the little mouse.

It was a strange feeling, and although I subconsciously knew that it would definitely not be good to get close to the mouse, the body just floated uncontrollably.

Halfway through, my head turned to look behind me.

To my horror, I found that "I" was still standing at the window, staring straight at the coffin.

A strong sense of fear hit me again.

I'm sure it's me standing by the window.

So what is the current "me"?

Soon, I walked to the coffin, then stretched out my legs and crawled into the coffin.

I was scared to death, I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.

The little mouse was still waving its teeth and claws at me, its sharp front teeth releasing a cold light, and its two eyes were still staring at me viciously.

I realized that nine times out of ten, "I" was now controlled by a little mouse.

What the hell is this little mouse?

I really regret beating it to death.

Also, I don't understand, what is the purpose of it putting me in the coffin?

Just as I was about to enter the coffin, a terrible cat meow pierced the silent night sky.

I saw a deep look of fear suddenly appear on the face of the "dead" mouse, and his body trembled slightly, and his eyes immediately took his eyes off me.

Strange to say, the moment its gaze moved away from me, my body was actually free, and my originally confused vision suddenly became much clearer, and my confused consciousness woke up again.

I was horrified to find that I was still standing by the window of my room.

But I've just walked to the coffin.

Could it be ...... Was it all an illusion just now?

I subconsciously looked at the coffin.

On the coffin, the "dead" rat was still standing upright, trembling, looking around vigilantly.

In the coffin, there was still a steady stream of knocking sounds.

It's all true!

I wasn't dreaming just now.

I can't really explain why there were two of me.

And why did I suddenly stand by the window when I walked to the coffin?

Meow!

The terrible meow of the cat came again.

The crying of a baby like a cat.

In the next second, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the mourning hall, and pounced on the "dead" mouse.

It's a little girl's black cat!

When the little mouse saw the black cat, he was frightened, jumped down from the coffin with a grunt, and ran out of the door.

The black cat pounced, turned its head to look at me, and continued to chase the little mouse.

The look was complicated, and I didn't understand the emotion in my eyes for a while.

The sound of the coffin gradually fell silent.

The strange scene just now still scared my legs weak.

I immediately threw myself on my mom and screamed hysterically.

Anyway, I had to wake my mom up.

However, as before, no matter how hard I tried, my mother just didn't respond at all.

I gradually fell into despair.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a cool wind blowing towards my neck.

The wind was abnormally cold, cold deep into the bone marrow, as if someone had put ice cubes around my neck.

I subconsciously turned my head to look.

At this moment, my grandfather, who had been dead for many days and whose body had been stiff and blackened, was standing behind me.

His body was slightly bent and his face was resting on my neck, and I almost rubbed his nose when I twisted my head.

His face was already stiff, his skin was wrinkled and wrinkled, and even a dense layer of black hair had grown, lifeless.

His eyes, wide open, stared at me.

Completely white, eyes rolled up!

This face is 10,000 times more terrifying than the zombie face on TV.

I felt my heart suddenly stop beating and I collapsed to the ground.

"Burn the coffin...... Burn the coffin ......" his mouth didn't move, but this eerie hoarse sound came from his throat.

Yes!

I screamed at the top of my throat and struggled with all my might......

"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, wake up, what's wrong with you Xiao Fan. Then my mother's voice suddenly came to my ears.

I opened my eyes subconsciously.

Grandpa's terrifying face was gone, and only my mother was looking at me with concern.

I glanced around the room in horror, but I didn't find my grandfather either.

What's going on?

I was dreaming about everything just now?

No way, I'm sure it wasn't just a dream.

Because it was so real, so real that every little detail, I still remember it vividly.

"Xiaofan, what's wrong with you?" my mother asked eagerly, "Why is your face so white, don't scare your mother." ”

I touched my face and found that my face was covered in cold sweat.

I wiped my sweat, got up from the bed, and walked to the window.

I'm going to make sure if it was a dream or not.

In the mourning hall, the lid of the black coffin was opened to allow people to get in.

Knock knock!

There was a loud noise, coming from the coffin.

It's not a dream, everything I've just experienced is not a dream at all!