The candle flickered, and the door opened.

The ancestral hall, which was originally silent, suddenly had a little more breath of the living. The shadow of a child flashed on the candlelit walls, and the sound of childish running stumbled, and finally slammed into the iron railing with a pop.

The movement was not loud or small, and a burlap bag inside the railing was shaken.

"Poof." Although the child felt pain, he was so stupid that he laughed, "It's me." ”

After the burlap bag heard the sound, it took a long time for a few delicate little fingers to timidly open the mouth of the bag. Inside the bag, with two black bean-like eyes, the little boy outside the railing grinned at the owner of the sight and beckoned, "Come here." ”

The knick-knuckle in the sack seemed to be encouraged, grunted, and rolled to the railing. He also did the same as the boy had just done when he fell, and he only stopped after hitting the railing with a clatter.

He first stretched out his two small hands and crawled out with some difficulty. Crawling out of the sack was a child of only two or three years old, born white and tender, but always without light, and his skin was as white as a fake doll. The little one's face did not have the roundness and flesh that a child should have, and it was white and thin.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I'll give you a piece to taste." The boy outside the railing pulled out a small box containing a whole piece of mooncake. He looked like he was four or five years older than the little guy in the cage.

The boy did not directly hand the mooncake to the railing, but took out a small iron spoon from his pocket, patiently broke the mooncake, and used the spoon to dig out the soft lotus paste candy heart in the mooncake and handed it to the little one's mouth.

The little guy looked confused and tilted his head.

"Eat." The little boy moved the spoon and said.

The little guy then carefully latched on to the spoon. It was obviously the first time he had tasted mooncakes, the sugar heart melting on the tip of his tongue, and pure joy undisguised at the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that the little one smiled, the boy was also very happy, "Is it delicious?" ”

The little one opened his mouth, but nodded heavily, though he didn't make any sound. The boy dug a big mouthful of the mooncake and stuffed it into the little one's mouth, and the two of them fed it spoonful by spoonful through a cold iron cage.

"Hey." The boy was the only one in the ancestral hall muttering, "You're three years old, and you don't have the ability to take care of yourself at all." I can't walk, I can only crawl. ”

The little one only cared about eating the delicious food on the spoon one bite at a time, and turned a deaf ear to the boy's words.

The boy crushed the mooncake crust and fed it to him with sugar hearts, "I heard from the aunt in the house that as long as I become the head of the house in the future, I can release you." ”

As if listening to something that had nothing to do with him, the little guy just stared straight at the spoon and didn't react. Of course, for him, who rarely communicates with people, he can't understand the boy's words at all, and he can't say anything in response.

The little moon cake was quickly fed, and the boy reached out to brush the crumbs from the corner of the little guy's mouth, "This is not good, I saw that the little bald head of the second uncle's family would talk a lot when he was two years old, and if you are locked up like this again, you will be different from other children in the future." ”

As he spoke, the boy put the spoon in the empty box, sat cross-legged for a while, and leaned his neck to ask the person in the cage, "Xiaohuan, do you remember what I taught you last time?" Learned? Remember? ”

The little guy also followed the boy's example, and sat on the ground with a plop on his little buttocks, and he grinned at the boy's anxious gaze, "Brother! ”

......

"Brother!"

"Brother, you speak!"

Leng Xiaotai followed Min Lun's figure and asked anxiously, "I pretended to drown and escaped from the Min family that year, did you bring back another child to pretend to be me?" Did you bring the child back from the island? Why did he suddenly appear next to me when he was nineteen? He also has that tattoo on his ankle, that tattoo is a locking talisman for refining babies, I know who he is! Why did he approach me? You recognize me when you see my shadow, don't you? Did you do the shadow monster? What about the rest of the Min family? Min Lun, you stop! ”

Min Lun really stood down in front of a door. He didn't rush to open the door, but quietly waited for Leng Xiaotai's next words.

"Did you kill that kid?"

After a while, Min Lun didn't answer, Leng Xiaotai sighed secretly, and continued, "When I saw his corpse, I knew it was time to meet you." But I can't find you, and you won't come to me. So I pretended to be him and pretended he was alive. The murderer knows about his death, and the murderer will take the initiative to come to me. I guess you killed him, so I've been waiting for you. ”

Min Lun slowly picked up the phone, opened the flip cover, tapped twice on the keyboard and stopped. He put down his phone, turned his head, and his vocal cords barely made a hoarse voice, "Thirteen years no see." ”

This night is the same as the night of drowning at the age of twelve, the moon and stars are scarce, and it happens to be in such a season, a full thirteen years.

"Ahh ”

"What about the rest of the Min family?" Leng Xiaotai asked.

As soon as the words fell, Min Lun stretched out his hand and pushed the door in front of him open, and the dry sound of the door hinge was particularly abrupt in this night.

This room is hidden in the deepest part of the old mansion, and a small door hides the most spacious piece of the entire ancient mansion. On the menorah, the burnt candles flickered dimly with their flames, and an astonishing number of stars circled the walls on all sides like mountains, and the vast pool of wax oil on the ground revealed the secrets of this place. - It's been a long time since no one took care of it.

On the walls, large and small tablets are displayed in a disorderly manner. This is the ancestral hall of the Min family, and there is a Min character on the tablet. Leng Xiaotai was originally literate by recognizing their names, and now there are many new ones in this room.

Leng Xiaotai spent almost all of his days here before he was twelve years old, and when he returned to his hometown, his mood unexpectedly did not fluctuate at all. He silently followed Min Lun's footsteps and walked towards the center of the room.

In the center of the room stood a behemoth, and a ridiculously large piece of silk covered it, and Min Lun stepped forward and ripped off the silk. The dust rose violently, and Leng Xiaotai held his breath, twisting his brows and looking up.

Inside the silk was a huge golden silk birdcage, which was said to be the evil spirit of the clan, which used to be exclusive to Leng Xiaotai, but now it has changed hands.

The faint light of the candle shone into the cage, and the black shadow on the ground shrank into a ball like a frightened octopus tentacle.

Leng Xiaotai gasped slightly, and understood.

Although the whereabouts of the people in the old mansion were the same as he expected, when he heard the conclusive voice, Leng Xiaotai still felt embarrassed by the miserable fate of the Min family. He closed his eyes and said, "I didn't hate them. ”

"Hmm." Min Lun walked around the birdcage, his fingers running over the railing one by one, making the sound of bells.

Leng Xiaotai opened his eyes, "Who did it?" ”

Suddenly, the giant thing that had been awakened rushed towards Min Lun like crazy, and slammed into the iron cage that imprisoned it. In the candlelight, the corpse-wrapped undead was no longer transparent, and a cloudy and distorted cloud of air rushed uncontrollably in the cage, accompanied by the clanging sound of the railing, and countless hissing sounds were tugging at Leng Xiaotai's nerves.

"Gross." Leng Xiaotai suddenly felt a surge of blood and qi, and the inexplicable pain made him have to hold on to the railing and stand firm.

At this moment, Min Lun's fingertips touched the door lock of the birdcage, only to hear a crisp click, Min Lun's slender fingers delicately picked the door lock, and then, he pulled over the cold platform with unknown conditions and dragged the person into the birdcage.

"Brother!?" Leng Xiaotai threw himself in front of the iron fence and looked at Min Lun at a loss, "Brother, what are you doing here?" ”

Min Lun locked the cage again with a calm face, turned around and walked towards the spiritual position directly opposite Leng Xiaotai.

Inside the birdcage, Leng Xiaotai's entry caused the ghost to stagnate, followed by an even more violent roar, like hundreds, no, thousands!

A frenzied black shadow burst out with black thorns, and the black thorns pierced Leng Xiaotai's shadow straight, and the turbid gas also wrapped around Leng Xiaotai's neck like a vine.

"Min Lun!!" Leng Xiaotai's whitened finger bones clenched the railing tightly and looked at Min Lun's back in confusion. - Unable to use his ability, he had no power to fight, not to mention that at this moment, Leng Xiaotai clearly felt that his spiritual essence was running around uncontrollably.

"Do you know why that bald head turned into that rotten piece of meat?" Min Lun pulled out a gray white candle in a drawer.

Leng Xiaotai felt the pain of his internal organs, and struggled to raise his head, his spiritual speed was growing at an unbearable high speed, and the expanded spiritual essence seemed to be about to break out of his body.

Min Lun lit the candle and stood upright in front of the spiritual seat, "This is the very center of the spirit vortex, even a person with an unusually large spiritual quality can hardly guarantee his sobriety, not to mention that the bald spiritual quality is so low, it will explode in an instant." ”

After saying this, Leng Xiaotai behind him couldn't bear it anymore, and slowly knelt on the ground. Min Lun took out a tablet in the drawer again, and the tablet seemed to have been prepared a long time ago, and the names on it were all engraved. He rubbed the dust on the tablet with his sleeve and placed it on the last empty seat in the ancestral hall.

After doing all this, the candle flame flickered again, and the figure on the dim wall slowly left the ancestral hall. Leng Xiaotai sat down in despair, his eyes looking ahead out of focus. The newly lit candle flame shrugged and flickered with the flames, and the light illuminated the last sign standing in the ancestral hall - the second son Min Huan.

The hideous ghost figure tore at the figure on the ground that was no longer struggling, and the ancestral hall, which should not have been alive, returned to silence again.