A few days passed.

The pair of "hairy hands" never appeared again.

Even Zhao Ting gradually lost his patience when waiting, thinking about whether to seduce the "hairy hand" in another way.

After all, he is such an eight-foot-tall man, but he sleeps for three or four days in a small collapse of a three- or four-year-old girl like Yiyi, and no one will be able to stand it.

Even though Zhao Ting tried his best to curl up, Yiyi's small bed still couldn't accommodate his long body, which also caused him to always have half of his legs hanging outside when he slept at night, which was extremely uncomfortable to be honest.

"Squeak~"

The door of the wing room was slowly pushed open, and an old woman in gray cloth walked in with her waist bent, and placed the mahogany lunch box she was carrying on the dark yellow low table in the wing room.

"Young Master Cousin, this is dinner tonight. The old lady put down the lunch box in her hand and turned her head to Zhao Ting respectfully.

Zhao Ting reclined on Yiyi's small bed, his head resting on his hands, and his eyes looked at the ceiling without blinking, "Okay, thank you, just put it there." ”

Seeing that Zhao Ting was really uncomfortable, the old lady hesitated for a moment and said, "Young Master Cousin, why don't you go and call a few family members to help you change to a bigger bed, you ...... I can't even stretch my hands and feet. ”

"No, no, no. Zhao Ting hurriedly rejected the old grandmother's kindness.

He'd been curled up in this bed for so long, and it wasn't bad for the night. Besides, after changing the bed, if he frightened the pair of "hairy hands" and caused him to never appear again, then wouldn't he lose a lot of money.

The old lady stood still and didn't leave, and persuaded her: "Young Master Cousin, you don't have to be polite to us, you are the nephew of the master, which is equivalent to half of the master of the palace, we will help you ......"

"No, no, I'm not polite to you," Zhao Ting was a little speechless and explained, "I'm ...... Well, I'm a person who likes to sleep in a small bed, and it's uncomfortable to fall asleep in a big bed, you know what I mean?"

Looking at Zhao Ting's serious expression, the old lady was stunned for a moment, looked at him strangely, and after saying "retire", she took the door and walked out slowly.

From afar, Zhao Ting could still hear the old lady talking to herself.

"This young master looks at a talent, and people are also polite, why is it so strange to have a fetish?"

“......”

After the old lady left, Zhao Ting sat up and moved his muscles, opened the two vermilion carved wooden doors of the wing room and walked out.

Looking up at the night sky, which was as dark as ink and not dotted with half a star, Zhao Ting retracted his gaze and shouted to the two family members guarding outside the courtyard: "Eh, you two, it's not too early, go back and rest." ”

"Yes. ”

After letting the two night watchmen also retreat, the small courtyard suddenly became empty.

A May evening breeze blew through the courtyard, and the branches of the willow trees in the courtyard danced with it. In the dim candlelight, these slender and slender branches, at first glance, look like demonic tentacles swaying and stretching wantonly.

Zhao Ting yawned, turned around and entered the room, and closed the two doors of the wing room tightly.

In the middle of the night, the candlelight in the wing room was also blown out, and the room instantly darkened, dark and quiet.

The evening breeze outside the small courtyard is still "whistling...... The wind gradually became a little fierce, blowing viciously on the beams of the house, and the two white lanterns hanging on them swayed with the wind, colliding with each other from time to time, making a noise mixed with the sound of the crashing and whistling wind.

The wind has not stopped, and even the branches and leaves on the two crooked old willow trees in the courtyard are being torn wantonly, and from time to time a few willow leaves break away from the branches and fly up to the roof of the wing house with the wind.

Gradually, gradually, the wind slowly subsided.

There was also a rhythmic snoring sound in the wing, and it was obvious that the people in the room were sleeping soundly at this time, and the bad weather outside the window did not affect his sleep in the slightest.

"Ho...... Ho~"

Just when the snoring in the house is getting louder,

"Zi~"

Suddenly, there was a faint sound under Yiyi's bed that ordinary people could not even notice, like a blunt object gently rubbing against the ground, and it seemed like the ground under the bed suddenly cracked.

As the faint voice gradually amplified, something seemed to be under the bed out of thin air.

In a moment, the thing began to scratch the bed board fiercely, and in the originally dead silence, a series of sharp and piercing sounds suddenly sounded, and the listener was very uncomfortable.

At the same time, the temperature in the room also dropped rapidly, and soon dropped to freezing, and the air seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, cold and seeping.

And Zhao Ting, who was lying on the bed, didn't seem to be aware of the strange scene that was happening in the room, and was still asleep deeply, snoring like a drum.

"Bang"!

Suddenly, the bed board under Zhao Ting's body shook violently, the range of movement was so large, and the tremor was so violent, as if someone had just used a giant hammer and struck the bed board hard under the bed.

Even Zhao Ting, who was lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, was shocked and hit his head on the head of the bed.

"Ma De, this is definitely the most stupid criticism of "ominous" I have ever seen!" Zhao Ting closed his eyes tightly and cursed in his heart.

He adjusted his sleeping position slightly, so that his stiff neck was more comfortable, "The movement is so big, are you afraid that others won't know that you're coming?"

Although he had discovered the abnormality in the room a long time ago, Zhao Ting still pretended to know nothing and was still asleep, for fear of disturbing this "ominous".

Unexpectedly, he hadn't made a sound yet, but this "ominous" made the sound louder, and the bed board was about to be damaged by it.

Just when Zhao Ting was seriously thinking about whether to make a noise to deter this guy a little, lest this guy even demolish his house.

A black shadow the size of a mouse suddenly flashed from the bed and quickly burrowed into the quilt.

At the same time, the abnormal touch coming from Zhao Ting's arm told him that a cold, slimy hairy hand had been placed on his left arm.

Zhao Ting's face was happy, but he still closed his eyes tightly, silently waiting for the next move of this "hairy hand".

The "hairy hand" gradually groped down Zhao Ting's arm, which was obviously more than twice as thick as a child, and his movements were slow, all the way to Zhao Ting's left wrist.

At the wrist, the "hairy hands" are obviously much more serious and patient than other places, groping and perceiving inch by inch.

It was so engrossed in it that it didn't even notice that a trace of purple-black force was quietly pouring out of the man lying on the bed, and in the blink of an eye it was filling the room.

......

"Squeak!"

After a long time of groping, the "hairy hand" finally came to a result, the thick wrist in front of him is not a child's wrist at all, and he was deceived!

It let out a scream similar to that of a rat in anger, full of anger, and used all its strength to drag Zhao Ting's body to the bed, into the darkness, to a place where no one could find it.

Only by killing the person in front of him who dares to deceive himself can its anger be completely calmed.

Moment.

"Squeak?"

Although the syllables emitted by "hairy hands" are the same, they are different from the anger last time, and the word "squeak" this time is full of doubts.

It seems to be asking why he tried his best to drag the person lying on the bed, but this person did not move at all, like the roots of an old tree, like a ...... Grew in the bed.

Before the "hairy hand" could think of a result, Zhao Ting, who had collapsed, had already sat up suddenly, with a faint smile on his face, and a pair of black pupils were constantly emitting a strange bright purple light outward at this time, which looked particularly scary in the claustrophobic dark room.

His strong, powerful right hand had somehow reached out and covered his left wrist.

"Hehe," Zhao Ting grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth that reflected the light in the dark night, and his voice was cold, "I caught you!"

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