"Bang, knock....... ”

The mahogany window was blown open vigorously, and more cold air poured in through the window.

The oil lamp on the square table had been extinguished, and the whole room seemed to be one with the darkness, more like a fall into an abyss hell, tainted by the aura of evil.

Chu Yuanyang nervously pulled out the short sword, held the hilt tightly in his hand, and walked lightly to the window.

She only heard a few strange sounds of choking from nowhere, and she was so frightened that she immediately closed the window and fled back to the bed in a few strides to sit down.

The rain poured down all night, and the thunder rolled in as if to drown out the sound of everything.

In the early morning after the rain, the fresh air seemed to be purified and filtered, carrying a haze of rain drops or fog droplets everywhere.

When a trace of red light printed in the east, Chu Yuanyang opened his eyes and walked out of the guest room with a big black eye.

Holding the short sword last night, I didn't sleep all night until the sound of the rain became quieter, and then I leaned against the edge of the bed and squinted for a while.

When the dazzling white light shone on his face and heard some noise outside, he woke up.

"My Jiao'er, woo woo, Jiao'er......!"

"Hey, it's so miserable!"

"Poor little girl, if you say it's gone, it's gone!"

"This evil ghost is too vicious, it doesn't count the lives of people, and he also spoils the corpse, pity Lao Zhao, and the white-haired people send the black-haired people!"

As soon as Chu Yuanyang walked out of the door, he heard a cry of grief and collapse.

Looking up, the room next door was full of people, you and I were whispering.

Listening to the muttering of a few people, she felt a 'chuckle' in her heart, and she had a bad premonition.

Take two quick steps, cut through the crowd, and squeeze to the front.

The bearded man in his fifties, holding the emaciated corpse wrapped in a white cloth, cried into tears.

The extreme sorrow, the heart-rending cry, the unspeakable pain of gouging the lungs and removing the bones.

Who said that men don't flick when they have tears? It's just that they haven't reached the sad place!

"This ......!"

Looking at the corpse of the little girl in the white cloth, Chu Yuanyang couldn't say a word for a long time, and his throat and eyes were very blocked.

Last night, he timidly pulled her sleeve, called her sister sweetly, and told her to be careful with a worried and scared face.

After only one night, he lay here quietly and left this world in the most humiliating and painful way.

Come to think of it, those weird choking sounds last night probably came from this guest room.

It's just that she is cowardly, she was disturbed by the ghosts they talked about last night, and at night she saw the ghost lights go out, so she was so shocked that she shrank at the head of the bed with a short sword and sat all night.

However, she could hear this strange choking sound from the room, and it made no sense that the old man in the same room as the little girl did not notice it.

"Did you hear any strange noises last night?" Chu Yuanyang asked tentatively.

Everyone shook their heads.

A gray-clothed knight pondered for a moment and said, "The thunderstorm was so noisy last night that I went to bed early, and even if there was any unusual sound, I couldn't hear it clearly. However, when I got up in the second half of the night, I vaguely saw a few black fogs in the air, and the wind and rain were too strong, and I couldn't see clearly. ”

Black fog?

Could it be that it is really a resentful soul doing evil?

"Delicate...... Child... , I, my delicate... ...... children"

The old man couldn't cry silently, he was still crying bitterly like rain, and he didn't know how long he had been crying, his voice was dumb and dry, and his face was covered with snot and tears.

"Alas, Lao Zhao, mourning! This weather is very hot, Jiao'er, Jiao'er should be buried earlier!"

A man of the same age as the old man stepped forward to persuade with moist eyes.

"What Zhou Tou said is extremely true, that evil ghost is not something that we mortals can deal with, the old man heard that there is a mountain in Chaoxian County a hundred miles to the east, called Niutou Mountain, there is a view on the mountain, the Taoist priests inside, all of them are strong in mana, and they will be able to catch ghosts and eliminate demons, but they can be invited to come and collect such evil ghosts to eliminate harm for the people. ”

The middle-aged man dressed as a white-faced scholar pointed to the east and said angrily.

"Is what Brother Li said true?" asked Zhou Tou.

Regarding Zhou Tou's questioning, Brother Li was a little unhappy: "How could I, Li Cheng, joke about such things." ”

"It's brother, it's not. Zhou Tou bowed his hand to Li Cheng apologetically, and then turned to the heartbroken old Zhao underground: "Then without further ado, Lao Zhao, you let Jiao'er rest in peace first, and I will wait to invite the Taoist master in the Taoist temple to come and get rid of this evil ghost and avenge Jiao'er and these innocent victims." ”

Zhou Tou took two steps, seemed to think of something, paused, and said to Chu Yuanyang, whose eyes were red and staring at the corpse underground: "Girl, this place is not suitable for a long time, it is better to leave quickly." ”

Chu Yuanyang nodded, she knew that even if she stayed, she wouldn't be able to help, whether it was a flower thief or an evil ghost, she didn't have the ability to compete with it.

Out of the inn, all the way forward, out of the town, turn around when you encounter a bend, and go around when you see mountains and rivers.

It was night, the red blood weeping clouds, like pouring a basin of cold water, slowly darkened, lost their original brilliance, and the whole world fell into darkness like an opera curtain.

Countless crystal clear little stars emit a faint light, like naughty children, blinking mischievously.

Chu Yuanyang had a dog's tail grass in his mouth, folded his hands behind his head, and lay flat on the grass in the wild, looking at the crescent moon in the sky with light steps and slowly rising.

The fireflies around them flickered and flickered, like bright silver lanterns, small, clumps, clusters, chasing mosquitoes and frolicking.

The crickets and frogs in the grass play a beautiful melody, like singing or composing, singing and melody.

In this quiet and beautiful environment, I can only hear a "pop!" sound.

"Alas, although the summer night is beautiful, you must not stay in the wild camping, otherwise you will be sucked dry the next day!"

When Chu Yuanyang killed the forty-fifth mosquito, he began to sigh and complain.

It's not that she doesn't want to find a place to rest, but this thirty-mile radius is deserted and has nowhere to stay, so she has to find this meadow that is still clean and has a wide field of vision.

The breeze was gentle, the leaves and weeds were blowing, and the moonlight seemed to tremble.

The wind continues, strong and weak, sometimes strong and sometimes small.

The twinkling stars dimmed, and a few slowly drifting black and gray clouds happened to cover the soft and bright crescent.

At this time, the whole sky was not plunged into darkness, but it was as if the whole infinite dark blue was shining out of the darkness, stretching all the way to the farthest distance.

The fireflies suddenly turned off the small shining lanterns, and the music and dance played by the frogs came to an abrupt end.

Even the annoying 'buzzing' sound of mosquitoes has disappeared.

The surroundings suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and the radius of ten miles was as if there was no living thing.

"How do you feel that the wind is suddenly cold. ”

Chu Yuanyang jumped up from the ground with a 'poof' sound, grabbed the short sword, and his smart eyes turned around.

"Goo... Rattle... Snort... Squeak ......!"