To be honest, Zhang Fan himself also wanted to know why he had to dig at twelve o'clock, but it was not good to ask the system now, so he could only wait stupidly.

Fortunately, An You didn't break the casserole and asked to the end, otherwise Zhang Fan would have to think about how to lie.

Now that the location for digging the treasure has also been found, and there is no supernatural thing happening in Longshan Cemetery, An You, who has been following with an adventurous mentality, is a little bored.

She picked up a branch from the ground, shaved around on the ground, and kept muttering: "It's so boring, digging treasure is not at all the same as I thought, and I have to wait for an hour, what should I do in this hour?"

Zhang Fan didn't know what to do, so he took out his mobile phone and saw that it was only five percent of the battery, and it didn't last for an hour at all.

Nowadays, people are full of electronic products, and they don't know what to do when they leave them, and they feel that time flies very slowly.

Now, Zhang Fan also felt indescribably bored, so he sat on a big rock and looked at the surrounding environment boredly.

The graves that can be seen everywhere are like branches of ghost hands, and when the wind blows, they shake and tremble, as if a pair of eyes are hidden in the darkness, staring here.

This is the perfect time to tell a story.

Seeing that An You also looked bored, Zhang Fan said to An You, "Why don't you tell you ghost stories?"

"Ghost story?" An You looked at Zhang Fan as if he was frightened.

Zhang Fan also expressed his understanding of An You's reaction, after all, children are timid, and they are most afraid of listening to ghost stories, let alone telling ghost stories in cemeteries full of graves - Zhang Fan himself is a little afraid.

However, in the next second, An You's stupid appearance suddenly became happy, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay, I like to listen to ghost stories the most, and if you can scare Princess Ben, you win." ”

“……”

The reaction before and after caught Zhang Fan off guard, and An You's provocation made him even more disgraced.

He glared at An You fiercely, and said secretly in his heart, Xiaoyi, I won't be able to scare you to death for a while.

In this way, Zhang Fan hugged An You, sat on a big rock, and told a ghost story.

"Now, I'm going to tell you a story about waiting for ghosts. In order to make the ghost story more feeling, Zhang Fan deliberately lowered his voice, and said close to An You's little ear: "Once upon a time, there was a cemetery haunted on the mountain, and people in ten miles and eight villages didn't dare to fight it. ”

"However, there is a Hou in Qianzhuang who is bold and does not believe in evil, so he has to stay there for one night to see what is going on. The noisy people who had good things followed, but after all, they were not ordinary and lively, and they walked away a lot halfway, and only five or six of them finally arrived at the cemetery. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Fan also deliberately looked at An You in his arms.

I don't know if it's the real story is terrifying, or if the surrounding tombs are gloomy, An You's little face wrinkled, looking a little scared.

Seeing An You scared, Zhang Fan was indescribably proud in his heart, and it was a great thing to make An You, a little witch who was not afraid of heaven and earth, afraid.

Zhang Fan continued.

"It was completely dark, the cemetery was becoming more and more eerie, and the rest of the people almost ran away, leaving only Hou Daring from the Waizhuang to keep vigil with him. ”

There was no movement all night, and the sky was blue, and the roosters were already crowing in the distance. Hou boldly stretched his waist and complained: "What a haunting! Nothing, I kept watch all night!"

The man replied, "Well, I've been guarding it for more than 100 years, and I've never seen a ghost!"

The story is over here, and after a story is finished, Zhang Fan looked at An You in his arms expectantly.

He could already imagine what An Yu looked like.

was stunned for a moment, then screamed in fright, threw himself into his arms and cried......

An You looked up at Zhang Fan blankly, as if he was scared stupid.

Suddenly, An You laughed loudly: "Hahahaha......"

The laughter was out of breath, the tears of laughter came out, and the entire quiet mass grave echoed with An You's exaggerated laughter.

Listening to An You's laughter, Zhang Fan couldn't help but have two black lines on his forehead.

What is she laughing at?

What's so funny?

Zhang Fan couldn't think of any laughing points at all......

After laughing for a minute, An You's laughter was quieter, but his shoulders were still shaking, and it was obvious that he hadn't laughed yet.

She sat up from Zhang Fan's arms, pointed at Zhang Fan with trembling hands, laughed and praised: "Dad, the cold joke you told is really good, ahahahaha......"

"Bad joke ......"

Zhang Fan felt a pain in his chest, as if he had been stabbed by someone.

He pale to defend himself: "I'm telling a ghost story, not a bad joke." ”

"Hahahaha, it's all about the same, is there anything else? Tell me a few more, I like to hear it. An You leaned back into Zhang Fan's arms, holding his little face with both hands, and looked at it expectantly.

"It's almost ......"

Zhang Fan felt more pain in his chest, as if he had been stabbed by someone and was still spinning in the flesh.

It took a while to come back to his senses, and Zhang Fan was angry with An You: "Okay, since you want to listen, then I'll tell you!"

"Uh-huh. An You nodded obediently and listened attentively.

"This story was told to me by a friend of mine, and it's true. In order to make the story more realistic, Zhang Fan added an accent to the five words of real things: "At that time, when I was in college, there was always a little girl in red clothes in the middle of the night in the girls' dormitory who knocked on the door one by one and asked: 'Do you want red clothes?'"

Speaking of this, Zhang Fan paused for a moment and observed the changes in An You's facial expression.

I saw that her eyes widened and she listened very seriously.

Zhang Fan continued: "No one pays attention to her. But she knocked on the door every night at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and asked the same question: 'Do you want red clothes?', and finally, a female classmate became angry and said to her through the door: 'I want all your red clothes, get out.' ’”

The little girl in red didn't give the female classmate a red dress, but smiled and left. The next day, everyone woke up, except for the girl who bought the little girl in red. ”

"The roommate lifted her quilt and found that she was covered in red, with her skin peeled off and bleeding all over, as if she was wearing a red dress. ”

"Is it such a red dress?"

At this time, the cold wind blew, and a cold and faint female voice came from Zhang Fan's ears.

When I looked down, I saw An You in my arms, and I don't know when the color of the gothic long skirt on her body turned red, and she was sneering at Zhang Fan with her pale little face.

“……”

As a result, Zhang Fan's face turned from red to blue, and then from blue to white.

"Ahh