"Hehe, little girl, don't be afraid, it was a strong man in the kitchen just now." Spoon's embarrassed laughter broke the frozen atmosphere.

"That's it, that's it, a person as fat and strong as him has to shake the ground three times when he walks, don't care about him, let's go in, otherwise there will be no food." Even the spatula chimed in.

"yes, let's get in." The soup spoon urged a little anxiously.

At this time, the moonlight behind me was suddenly blocked by a black shadow, and the whole around me was pressed down, I turned my head to look behind me and saw that it was a frying spoon that jumped up in the air and smashed heavily on my body, I took a step back and was tripped by the threshold and fell into the dark kitchen, the kitchen door suddenly closed, I got up and hit the kitchen door, but I couldn't open it, and the sound of three people was smug outside the door at this time.

"The stir-fry spoon is mighty, don't forget a few of us when you ascend to the next step." There was no sickness in the voice of the soup spoon, but he became an old man full of energy.

"That's it, that's it, I hope that Lord Stir-fry Spoon will bring me, and you will catch five of them tonight." The spatula is flattering.

"It's easy to say, everyone is doing something for the tiger, who won't take care of anyone in the future! Haha, let's continue to look for the spirit. An unfamiliar and low voice sounded, probably the sound of a frying spoon.

"You three let me out! Do you know who I am? You wait for me to go out and let grandpa throw you all away. "I banged the door, and it was pitch black, and I could only rely on my voice to embolden myself.

"You? Still throw us? It's just a candle, let's talk about it after tonight! The voices of the three men drifted apart. I already knew that I was out of play, so I could only pray that there was nothing in the house, and that the broom just fell and fainted.

Disappointed, I slid down the door and sat on the floor. I felt someone blowing on my neck, the air was getting louder and louder, I shivered all over the cold, my back slowly leaned towards the door, my heart turned around with my eyes closed, and my back was tightly pressed against the door. I slowly opened my eyes, allowing a small slit between my upper and lower eyelids, and a breeze behind me blew down the crack in the door. I didn't dare to open my eyes because of nervousness, but curiosity forced me to open my eyes again, so I finally gave myself some courage and slowly opened my eyes. As a result, there was really nothing in front of me. There was only a piece of darkness, and after I got used to the darkness, I could probably see the furnishings in the kitchen, so I boldly swayed in the kitchen, climbed up and down, rummaged and looked for candy to eat, grandpa gave me candy every time it seemed to be taken from the kitchen, I climbed up the stove and saw a jar with white things. There was no smell, I thought it was sugar. After tasting it, I immediately spit it out that it was salt, so I simply sat on the lid of the pot and continued to look for my sugar, anyway, there were a bunch of jars of different sizes on the stove, and there was always one.

But I hadn't opened a few jars before I felt movement in the pot under my buttocks, could it be that there was rice porridge under the lid of the pot to drink? At that time, I was only one year old, and I was fed thick rice porridge by my grandfather every day, and I couldn't drink enough, so I forgot to look for candy, and immediately stood up, pouting my little buttocks and lifting the lid of the pot, but the big iron pot lid was really heavy and couldn't be lifted.

Tired, I had to sit on the stove and pant, sugar can't eat, rice porridge can't drink, I was tricked into the kitchen by the spirit and can't get out, the more I think about it, the more aggrieved, wow wow crying, but I feel that someone is blowing on my neck again, I also forgot to be afraid of wiping tears with my hands and turned to look behind me, as a result, the whole person fell unsteadily from the stove to the ground, fortunately fell to the grass for ignition, soft and very comfortable, otherwise it is estimated that it should be disfigured if it falls directly on the ground.

But immediately I felt uncomfortable, because in the gap between the stove and the wall, I saw a pair of blood-red eyes, but it disappeared immediately, I rubbed my eyes, and climbed to the crack with courage, the closer I got closer, there was a strong smell of grass, very unpleasant, and when I got closer, it was actually my grandfather's newly bought broom that was scattered on the ground in pieces.

My first reaction was that it was over, grandpa would scold me for not caring for things, no, I wanted to hide it, I grabbed a few handfuls of grass and piled up the broom in the cracks to cover it, thinking that it would be safe and sound, but it turned out that under the grass was actually a cutting board that was unloaded with eight pieces, so how was the hard wood split into so many pieces? Grandpa chopped it himself and prepared to light the fire for cooking? Impossible, grandpa has always cherished that cutting board, even if the vegetables are gently tried not to leave a mark on the cutting board, grandpa said this is to exercise feeling and control, since it is used by grandpa to exercise the heart of the item is even more impossible not to love, I try to pick up the cutting board one by one and put it back in the original place and then put it together into a new cutting board, so maybe grandpa will praise me tomorrow morning for my ability.

But in this process, the cold swishing breath on my neck did not stop, I finally couldn't bear it anymore, put the last vegetable plate, turned around at 360 degrees and yelled, "Who are you?" Come out! It's really cold, and you'll get a cold! ”

There was no reply, but I didn't give up and rummaged through the kitchen again and still didn't find it, even the spirits were so clean, I was so tired, I lay on the haystack and waited for my grandfather to come to my rescue tomorrow morning.

When I lay flat and looked at the beams, a pair of blood-red eyes with bloody tears slowly approached me, but I couldn't move at all. It wouldn't be her who pinched me just now, right?

The red eyes are getting closer and closer, and through the red light I see two lines of blood and tears hanging on a round and white face, the blood droplets drip onto my cheeks, so cold that it seems to freeze the blood on my body, her black hair hangs down I can already feel her hair sweeping my face, I can't scream at this time, all I can do is silently watch her approach me with tears in my eyes, and finally stop at a distance of two fingers from me.

"What kind of way are you, you obviously have a strange breath on your body, but the fire on your head can't be extinguished or sucked away, getting close to you will make me feel the urge to hug you, what kind of candle spirit are you, how can you do it at such a young age? Who are your parents? Maybe I'm still an old friend in this house! She didn't open her mouth, and the blood in her mouth flowed out, mixed with blood clots, and fell on my face, I had been forced by her biting cold to be trapped in the ice cellar, and now with the blood spit out of her mouth, it was undoubtedly worse for me at that time, and the blood poured into my nasal cavity, and I didn't dare to breathe.

It must be a water product (to be continued......)