Since this girl is likely to be Song Qing, and it involves his elders, the patriarch of Yangjia Village, before he figured out the truth of the matter, and before he figured out the real purpose of Old Lady Yang who locked Song Qing in the small attic, Yang Qiuchi didn't want to make a big deal about it, so he decided not to call anyone else. even includes Song Yun'er and the guard Nangong Xiong.

Anyway, the 77-style pistol had been tied to his right calf. This thing is even more advanced than a master, and it is enough to protect your own safety. Besides, this is the Yang family's compound, there are no outsiders, the door of the inner house has been locked, and even the outside family can't enter, and he didn't find out that Old Man Yang and his family have any malice towards him.

Yang Qiuchi walked downstairs quickly and came to the gate of the courtyard of the small attic, it was strange that the door of this courtyard was actually ajar.

Didn't this old lady Yang say that this little attic has always been locked? Could it be that someone just went in?

Yang Qiuchi took a closer look at the gate, although there was moonlight, it was very dim, and it was not clear at all.

It's better to be careful. Yang Qiuchi squatted down, looked left and right, there was no movement, he pulled out the 77-style pistol from his calf, loaded the bullet, and opened the safe, so that in case of emergency, he could fire immediately.

Yang Qiuchi inserted the pistol back into the holster on his calf. Straightened up, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked in.

The courtyard is paved with green bricks, grass is overgrown, and there is snow in the shade that has not melted.

By the moonlight, Yang Qiuchi slowly walked through the small courtyard and went up the steps.

On the first floor of the small attic there is an iron lock on the door. Yang Qiuchi picked up the iron lock and looked at it, it was locked, put down the lock, put his ear on the door and window and listened with his ears up, there was no sound inside.

At that moment, the low cry sounded again, still sobbing and choking. The sound came from the attic.

Just as Yang Qiuchi was about to carefully distinguish whether the cry was the mud doll Song Qing, the cry disappeared.

Yang Qiuchi climbed the stairs and stepped on the stairs, the creaking sound was particularly harsh in the silent night.

Coming to the second floor, this attic, like the guest room where I lived, also had a long corridor and a row of window lattices. Yang Qiuchi looked at the window lattice and walked forward along the corridor.

The oiled paper on the window lattice was already full of holes. Yang Qiuchi picked up a larger hole, looked into the room, and could vaguely see that there were beds, tables, chairs, and furniture, but the black Gu Midwinter could not really see it.

Yang Qiuchi took a few steps forward, saw a door, and, there was no lock, some surprised and a little happy, gently pushed, the door creaked open, the sound was very jerky, seeping into the bones of the person, from this sound Yang Qiuchi can be judged, it is obvious that no one has pushed open this door for a long time.

This room is quite large, and it is dark and difficult to see. Yang Qiuchi stood at the door and shouted: "Mud doll~!" After a pause, he shouted again: "Qingqing~!" ”

Voices echoed through the dark, empty room, and there was no answer.

Did you hear me wrong? Yang Qiuchi did not rush into the room, and continued to walk along the corridor, and reached the end in a moment, and did not find the door again.

There's just one door on the entire second floor.

A cold wind blew out from inside, Yang Qiuchi was a little surprised, how could there be wind in the room? There was a cold wind blowing from inside, as if someone was lying behind a window and blowing air on him.

Yang Qiuchi suddenly felt a chill in his spine, and turned his head sharply to look, and the broken part of the oil paper on the window lattice was indeed trembling slightly with the cold wind blowing out of it!

"Who~!" Yang Qiuchi snorted.

The wind suddenly stopped.

There was someone in the room!

"Who~! Come out! Don't pretend to be a ghost! Yang Qiuchi shouted.

No one answered, but a shallow chuckle was heard, as if a mischievous little girl had done a very proud prank. The laughter came from behind the lattice.

"Qingqing, is that you!" Yang Qiuchi grabbed the window lattice with both hands and shouted.

The laughter was clearer, just behind the window lattice.

Yang Qiuchi grabbed the oil paper on the window and tore it violently, and with a bang, a large piece of window paper was torn off.

Through the misty moonlight, I saw a woman standing in the room, looking at herself and smiling, but she didn't know her.

The woman was young, with big eyes and a sweet smile.

Could it be that a certain female relative of Old Lady Yang ran in late at night, wouldn't it be abrupt. Yang Qiuchi hurriedly bowed: "I'm sorry, I heard that there are people upstairs here, so come up and take a look......"

As soon as he said this, Yang Qiuchi suddenly realized that something was wrong. Old lady Yang said that since the little concubine hanged herself, no one has lived in this small attic, where is the woman now?

Yang Qiuchi raised his head suddenly, and the woman was gone!

Now Yang Qiuchi's hair is about to stand up, it's really a ghost.

Could it be that I am dreaming? Yang Qiuchi grabbed his arm and twisted it violently, with a sharp pain. It's not a dream, it's true!

Is the woman hiding? Go inside and have a look.

Yang Qiuchi turned around and was about to walk towards the door, when he suddenly stopped again, because he saw a white figure, standing at the door—no, floating at the doorway to be exact, because she had no feet, and her skirt was empty, and her whole body was half a foot off the ground, floating in the air!

The woman was chuckling as she watched herself.

Yang Qiuchi screamed in fright and took two steps back. Squatting down to draw a gun. Ghosts can't be killed with guns! You have to use spells. But I don't have any spells!

It suddenly occurred to me that when I was a child, my mother told ghost stories that when I encountered strange things while walking at night, I chanted "Nan Wu Rescue Suffering and Rescue Guanyin Bodhisattva", and the hand knot seal was punched, and the ghost would disappear.

How can ghost stories be taken seriously, but now Yang Qiuchi can't think of any other way than to take this seriously.

Yang Qiuchi closed his eyes, recited the spell, formed the magic seal with one hand, shouted loudly, and went forward.

The laughter stopped!

Yang Qiuchi opened his eyes, and the woman was no longer there. Effective! Looks like it works! Yang Qiuchi had never believed in these things before, but now he was a little skeptical.

With this talisman, Yang Qiuchi suddenly became bolder, his hand was sealed, and by the bleak moonlight, he rushed to the door of the room and crossed the threshold into the room.

This large room was indeed the living room, and there were two doors on either side, both open, and two white curtains hanging on each door.

Yang Qiuchi walked to the door of the room where he heard the woman crying, hesitated, held the Dharma seal in his right hand, lifted the curtain with his left hand, and looked inside.

(To be continued)