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Long Wabo was scared.

Could it be that the person in front of him is his father who has been dead for many years?

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and it swept away all the leaves from a tree not far away, and flew like crazy. A woman's cry floated from somewhere, and when I listened carefully, I heard nothing, except the rustling of leaves.

"Son, go back!" The man in front spoke.

"Father!" Long Wabo couldn't help but shout.

However, at this time, the person in front of him disappeared all of a sudden, and he died somewhere with the wind.

"Let's go back!" At this time, in the sky above the Ghost Valley, there was such a crying voice again. The voice was clearly father's. Long Wabo didn't leave, maybe, something happened at home, no, my father came to report for himself.

He kept running, not caring about the cries of the women who came from nowhere, or the fact that the owls kept sprinkling sand on his head, but ran like crazy. Gradually, he saw the boat moored in the valley of the ghosts, and the boat was drifting in the wind, as if he was also worried about the absence of his master, and he could not live in fear.

Long Wabo got into the boat, picked up the bamboo, and pushed it to the shore, and then propped the boat open, and because of the force, it fell into the river. Long Wabo scolded his mother while getting up from the small river, threw himself into the boat, and then rowed up in the ghost valley without his life.

At this time, there were people on the shore shouting incessantly, some saying that they wanted to take a boat, some saying that they wanted to sleep with Long Wabo, and some were standing by the river and crying...... Long Wabo didn't care about this, he just couldn't stop paddling forward, paddling desperately, so that the ghosts on the shore couldn't help but be afraid to cry.

After paddling in the river for a while, he rowed under a large tree, and when he knew that he was on his wharf, he moored the boat, jumped ashore, and ran towards his ruined house.

By this time, the night was quite deep, and I could not hear the words of the people or the beautiful sound of butterflies fluttering.

Long Wabo ran to the edge of his room, leaned on the door, held his breath, and listened inside. Nothing was heard. So, Long Wabo pushed open the small door and forced his way in.

Xiang went somewhere.

At this time, Long Wabo was quite sleepy, so he didn't have time to care about these things, took off his clothes, climbed into bed, and gradually, sank into sleep.

At this time, a person appeared again, standing in front of Long Wabo, and kept shouting loudly: "Get up! Get up! Long Wabo woke up, got up from the bed at once, and sat on the bed, not knowing what had happened.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and a man and a woman seemed to be carrying something.

"Are you alright?" A man's voice.

"Alright, quick." A woman's voice echoed.

The voices of those two people were so familiar, but at this time, Long Wabo couldn't remember who it was for a while.

Oh, isn't that Xiang and Yuko? Why are they standing outside the door at this time to carry things, aren't they sleepy?

Long Wabo got up, walked to the door, and pulled the door, but it could not be opened, and the door was locked. Long Wabo was scared and felt that something would happen, but what could happen in his own house?

"Brother Yongzi!" Long Wabo shouted.

"Xiangshi! Xiang's! Long Wabo continued to shout as he banged on the door.

There was no sound outside the door, except for a gust of wind that blew up out of nowhere, causing a tree not far away to flutter wildly and shake off many leaves.

Those leaves sprinkled on the roof of Long Wabo's house, rustling, listening to it, could not help but make people feel a desolate state of mind.

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