"Wu You, what are you talking about?" Wu Xi suddenly began to tremble, and she remembered what Wu You said to her: My father died a few years ago. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info and the note, the handwriting on it, neat and neat, clearly from a woman's hand.

Wu Xi slowly put his hand into the bag, groped to find the horn of the Gu Eagle, and held it tightly in his hand.

"I'm sorry Sister Wu Xi, it's too unfortunate that you came." As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Xi felt something slap heavily on her neck, and then fell into a void of darkness.

A cold wind blew, and the fallen leaves in the yard swirled and flew up. Uncle Yan shuddered, rubbed his hands together and ran towards the door.

"Whoa." There was a sudden noise in the wine urn behind him.

Strangely, this urn was covered by a large porcelain basin with his own hands, and in order to prevent the basin from being blown off by the wind, two bricks were specially pressed on it, so it was impossible to enter anything.

Uncle Yan scratched his head and walked to the side of the wine urn, bent down to examine it carefully: the bricks and basins were still pressed tightly, and there was no trace of being moved, could it be that he heard it wrong? He turned around and was about to leave, "Whoa," there was another sound of water. This time he heard it clearly, and the sound came from the wine urn. Uncle Yan removed the brick and porcelain basin and looked down at the black urn, but there was nothing but a jar of fragrant osmanthus wine. Oh yes, and his own reflection, swaying left and right as the drink fluctuated.

But why do you always feel that something is wrong? Uncle Yan squinted his eyes and looked at the urn mouth boy again to observe carefully, and suddenly, he gasped. Behind his shadow, there was a faint person.

Uncle Yan turned his head to run, but was forced into the wine urn by a powerful force, and he was face to face with the blackened man.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't, shouldn't have ......"

"Burn me?"

With a bang, the mouth of the urn was blocked by something, and the overwhelming fire hit Uncle Yan, like a messenger from hell. Uncle Yan didn't even have time to scream before he was devoured by tongues of fire.

A figure stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the slightly swaying red-hot wine urn from a distance, "The first," she said with a soft smile.

Wu Xi woke up from a coma, her surroundings were pitch black, and there was no light in sight. She kept her eyes open and was silent in the darkness for a long time, until she really didn't notice anything unusual, and then slowly got up. The moon poked its face out of the dark clouds and poured light in through the high window, Wu Xi found herself in a small warehouse, she groped around her body, fortunately, the backpack was still there. Wu Xi took the horn out of his bag, tiptoed to the door and wanted to get out, but found that the door was locked from the outside and couldn't be opened at all.

It was Wu You, she must have told the villagers that she was going to call the police, so they locked her up here. Like those villagers, she didn't want the police to interfere in this matter, but those villagers didn't want the police to discover the secret of their murder, but Wu You wanted to make the killing more thorough.

Wu Xi's heart suddenly tightened: Where are Cui Minghan, Lin Yun and Ding Ding now? If they find out that she hasn't returned, they will definitely look for her, but why can't they hear any movement? Is it the same as her? And Xu Xing, he has been gone for so long, why hasn't he come back yet? Nothing will happen to him, right?

Thinking of this, Wu Xi began to be anxious, she used her body to hit the wooden door again and again, but until her arm was painful and swollen, she didn't knock it open a single gap.

"Laughed, laughed, haha, they laughed." There was a burst of laughter from outside the door, which frightened Wu Xi to stop the impact and stick to the door panel and look out through the gap.

A man came to the middle of the courtyard from outside, he looked to be in his fifties, but he acted like a child of seven or eight years old. He came to a wine urn in the courtyard, leaned down and looked at it for a while, then looked up and laughed: "Laughed, they laughed." ”

Wu Xi knew who he was, so she pinched her throat and called him: "Fifth master, help me open the door." ”

The man turned around: "Who are you?" How are you in the barn? ”

"Fifth master, I'm Tingting, Yan Ting, we've seen each other during the Chinese New Year."

Wu Xi said while praying that his lie would not be discovered by him, but fortunately, the man walked over: "Tingting? I remember, my eldest brother's granddaughter, I remember you. ”

"Fifth master, let me out, I haven't eaten for a long time, and I'm a little hungry."

"No, I can't let you out." The man's tone became firm.

"Why?"

He stuck his head over, stuck it on the door panel, and whispered inside, "It's killing people outside, you better stay here and be safe." ”

Hearing this, Wu Xi's heart chuckled. Sure enough, it's dead again, who is it this time? When will this killing stop?

She took a deep breath, calmed down the panic and uneasiness in her heart, and shouted out the door: "Fifth Master, I just want to stop those people, those people in the urn, they are about to come out." ”

Hearing this, the man seemed to be frightened, and after a few seconds, he leaned on the door panel and asked softly, "Who are you talking about?" ”

"It's the ones who hide in the urns, their hair is high in the bun, and they are smiling and grinning......"

Outside the door suddenly became quiet, Wu Xi slapped the door panel vigorously, "Fifth master, fifth master, you know where the key is, right, please open the door quickly, otherwise it will really be too late." ”

"Click." The door was suddenly opened, and the fifth master stood at the door with the key, his face was full of tears: "Tingting, don't let them come out, I'm afraid, I'm afraid ......"

Wu Xi carried him into the warehouse: "Fifth master, you close the door here, don't go anywhere, no one tells you to agree, I'll be back in a while." ”

She turned around and was about to leave, but was pulled by the fifth master: "Dizi, be careful of Dizi." ”

After leaving the courtyard gate, Wu Xi went straight to the small road at the east end of the village, she was afraid of being discovered by the villagers, so she did not dare to walk on the main road. But she soon found that her choice was a bit too much, because tonight's Sangui Village seemed unusually quiet. Every household closed the door early and turned off the lights, not daring to make a little noise, even the dog that usually barks non-stop when he hears unfamiliar footsteps, is silent tonight, and he retracts into the nest and does not dare to come out, as if he is afraid of attracting something ominous.

Wu Xi slipped forward by the wall, and coldly bumped into a sneaky figure, which scared her so much that she almost cried out.

"Headmaster? What are you doing here in the middle of the night? ”