Is he too inhuman, he should look for it in the mountains, she is a city girl who doesn't know how to survive, how to survive in such a barren mountain, and there is a group of vicious wolves around.

My heart was heavy like a big stone, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

Minutes and seconds passed. The old-fashioned mechanical wall clock on the wall clattered and sounded like it came from a distant open valley.

In a daze, whether he slept or not, his stomach began to cramp again, the whole stomach and intestines were stirred together, all kinds of pain, he tried to endure it, no matter how strong his perseverance was, he couldn't resist the backlash of the internal organs, and he suffered from some terminal illness! Dead and alive.

When I opened my eyes, the room was pitch black and I couldn't see anything. Groping his way up from the kang, he heard that the surroundings were still so quiet, maybe neither of the two old men came back.

How difficult it is to find paper in an unfamiliar environment. He groped his way down from the kang, groped his way along the kang to the curtain made of paper clips, groped for the pot, the noodle bowl, and even the matches on the pot. I touched the sticky noodle soup with my finger again, and licked it with my tongue, and it seemed to taste different from the one I had just now.

Match......!

He saw hope in a trance, and quickly took out a match and lit it

Zila......!

The faint light of the fire jumped and rose, and by the faint light he could see the white aluminum lid, polished as bright as a mirror, and the shadow of the flame could be seen in it, the roast duck, the roast goose, why couldn't he see himself, what kind of honor he would be now, was his hair more messy than the messy little ghost that appeared on the fence wall, and his face would be covered with thick dirt.

As soon as it was extinguished, the flames were hot even though they were small, and they burned to his fingers, so he quickly popped them out, and the matchsticks flipped over, and landed on the snow-white pot lid with the firelight.

Woo ......!

Like a festive ceremonial flower blooming, brilliant and colorful, his dead heart is rare and surging for a moment, fleeting, and he has not felt this way for a long time.

Zila......!

There was another one, the brightest was still the lid of the pot, there was no shadow of paper on the sills and windowsills, and soon this one was also burned, and there was a lesson from the last time, and this one was still burned in his hand, and the match was still very long, so he left it on the ground. There were scraps of wood on the ground that had not had time to be cleaned up, and matches with open flames fell on them, igniting them without any suspense.

The fire slowly lit up, he didn't care, let the flames get higher and higher, hotter and hotter, he looked stupidly, and saw a familiar face in the flames, a painful face, a face crying to him aggrievedly, and a face asking him for help in fear.

Fortunately, there was not a lot of firewood, and the flames gradually slid to the bottom of the low and shrunken valley after a high-pitched violence, and then extinguished, leaving only a few sparks and a room full of smoke.

He struggled to recall the expression on that face, what was there but fear? But he was like a ripple disappearing on the surface of the lake, without a shadow and formless, and he was still vivid in his mind just now, and now he seemed to have never appeared, and he was nowhere to be found.

He gently opened the door, and the courtyard was pitch black and deadly quiet. There was no wind, still no barking dogs, no moonlight, not even a faint star in the sky.

"Oops!"

Thump!

Outside the fence wall, the sound that came from where the chubby face had appeared before. Lin Yang was not surprised, it must have been that child peeping again.

He stepped out of the door with one leg, and he had the experience of going out last time, and knew that there were a few bluestone steps under his feet, so he groped carefully.

"Have you seen it, what's the meaning?"

Whew......

"Stop! Why run? ”

"Damn! You're not afraid! Didn't you see a ghost fire in the house? ”

"Your uncle, you are a hammer, no one is afraid of what you say"

"What did you see?"

"Nothing? It hurts, run! ”

Lin Yang walked down the last step, although their conversation was very quiet, he heard it word for word, and simply sat down on the steps gently.

Ahem!

Coughed twice on purpose, so as to say hello to them first, so as not to make them think that they were the ghosts they feared, although I don't know if they are still outside.

"Who? Who's out there? ”

There was no sound at all. Oh! They may have run away, ahem! You really think I'm a ghost! In all fairness, I'm afraid I'm really not as good as a ghost now.

After a long time, a trembling voice asked

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Lin Yang's stomach hurt so much that he couldn't stand it, so he replied with severe pain

"I'm human, where are ghosts!"

After a while, the footsteps shifted to the fence gate.

"Do you dare to open the door?"

He was a little nervous and hadn't been in contact with anyone for a long time, and he was eager to know what kind of body would be under such a tattered head, and what kind of clothes he would wear—ragged, or fat?

He desperately wanted to get to the fence door as soon as possible, but his disobedient body kept trying to turn against him, and a few short steps were more difficult than climbing over a mountain.

He used his hands to protect two thicker pieces of wood, probably the frame of the fence door! That's what the fence gate looks like. I pushed it with my hand, but the door only shook a few times and didn't open.

Pulling inside, the door shone through a crack, and he couldn't wait to look outside, but it was pitch black and there was no human figure in sight.

"Are you still there?"

Silently, there was no sound, and he pulled in hard, trying to open the door.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang ......"

There was a sound of chains swaying, and the crack in the door did not widen in the slightest, and he reached out of the crack and felt the chain that locked the fence door. Sure enough, the door was locked, and I groped along the chain to try to find a way to open it. But the smooth chains did not give any hope.

"Are you still there? Do you see me? I am a living man, not a ghost, do you believe it? ”

He didn't know if it was necessary for him to explain like this, or there was no sound, he was a little crazy and shook the fence door vigorously, making a creaking sound, I don't know why I did it, anyway, I was inexplicably unhappy to be locked up by others.

It shook for a while, but it didn't have any effect.

Oh, oh, ......!

The donkey, which had been quiet all the time, finally made a few calls, not at all as high-pitched as treading snow, and even hoarse and suffocating, as if there was a mouthful of sticky phlegm in the throat.

He simply gave up the idea of opening the door, leaning his back against the door frame to catch his breath. Is this still me? How did I become so weak? Where is that strong body from before? I just wanted to open the simple fence door, but I couldn't do it with all my strength, and I felt inexplicably sad in my heart.

His legs gradually lost his strength, and he slowly slid down against the door frame and sat down on the ground, at this time, his proud legs could not be felt at all. All he felt was a blank in his mind, and he felt like he was a soulless walking corpse.

After another moment

Brush...... Brush......

There was a sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and at first he thought that someone outside was finally willing to appear, did the bear child deliberately scare me again? Or is it to liven up the atmosphere? Slowly turn your head and look out through the gap in the fence door.

Brush...... Brush......

A lamp slowly appeared in front of the fence door, about half a candle in the glass shade, glowing red through the blurred glass cover.

Brush...... It slowly approached, the shadow cast by something on the lampshade flickering, flickering with the gap in the fence door.

He watched intently, and a strange fear rose in his heart, and the lamp paused for a moment not far from the doorway, probably the person carrying the lamp was observing something. The light slowly moved up and down a few times, flickering a few times.

Brush...... Brush!

The sound of very light footsteps slowly approached, and Lin Yang suddenly had an idea, like lightning before a thunderstorm, flashing in his mind without warning. He slowly knelt down and moved away from the door of the fence, stealthily hiding in a dark corner. Two eyes stared at the light and shadow outside the fence gate.

I can't see who is carrying this transformed horse lantern, its ancient appearance in the halo makes him infinitely curious, could it be that the person carrying the lantern is the same character as the old witch in "Snow White", or is there really a ghost in this small courtyard, it went out for a stroll before and now it is back?

Bang bang bang!

The chain on the fence door was easily opened by him

Chirping......!

The sound of the door shaft turning, the terrifying sound of the door of the castle being opened after many years of dust.

Chirping......!

Pushing open a gap, a very narrow gap, a black shadow squeezed in lightly through the crack in the door

Chirping......!

The door was gently closed again, and the black shadow stood quietly in the doorway with the lamp for a while, and then, the lamp began to move up and down, and he was observing the situation around him?