"What's going on?" While sighing and crying out in pain, the old gentleman slowly got up from the ground and muttered in confusion.

Liu Ziang looked at it for a long time.

When this old gentleman speaks and acts, the facial features on his face are extremely natural.

It really couldn't be more true.

But Liu Ziang was sure that he was absolutely not mistaken.

"Huh?" When Liu Ziang was thinking about it, the old gentleman was completely sober. glanced at Liu Ziang, and his expression was even more puzzled: "Xiao Liu? ”

"How are you?"

"You still remember me!" Liu Ziang put away the strangeness on his face and smiled at the old gentleman.

It's a pity that the old gentleman recognizes him, but he can't remember the old gentleman's name. It's just a matter of remembering this face.

"Of course I do!" The old gentleman also smiled, "Your explanation of a few ancient paintings in the exhibition during the day makes me remember it vividly." ”

After a compliment, he pointed around with a strange expression, "Why am I here?" Is this your room? ”

"Sir, you have no memory of what just happened?" Liu Ziang's heart moved slightly, and he could guess what was going on.

The old gentleman frowned and thought for a second or two, and then slowly said, "I only remember that I was looking at paintings in the exhibition hall." ”

The exhibition hall remains open at night.

Of course, there will be an increase in security personnel.

"Painting?" Liu Ziang muttered, stretched out his hand and pointed to the old man's watch, "You see a few points when you look at the painting." ”

"Eleven o'clock, huh?" The old gentleman subconsciously lifted up.

After just one glance, his expression changed in shock.

It's past twelve o'clock in the morning.

Without waiting for the old gentleman to come back to his senses, Liu Ziang continued to ask: "Old gentleman, is your best memory really staying in the art exhibition?" ”

The old gentleman hesitated for two or three seconds, carefully recalling.

It's just that in the end, he nodded to Liu Ziang.

"Remember which painting?" Liu Ziang hurriedly asked again.

Lost a memory, and it was obvious that something controlled the mind.

The last memory is stuck in the painting.

The only thing that made him lose his memory and turn him into a faceless man was painting.

However, Liu Ziang then asked: "Is there anyone else besides you?" ”

"Well, there are no more people except security guards. Everyone is old, but not everyone likes to stay up late like me. ”

The old gentleman shook his head.

"As for the paintings?" His brow furrowed deeply.

This memory seems extremely difficult to remember.

At the time of recollection, the old gentleman's fist clenched tightly.

"What's going on? Can't remember? After a full minute, the old gentleman looked at Liu Ziang with a frown.

"It's strange that I don't even remember what paintings I looked at except that I remembered that I was on the negative floor."

"Sure enough!" Liu Ziang was not surprised.

Most people who have been mentally controlled have blurred their experiences during that period of time.

Of course, it is enough to know that this old student is in the exhibition hall on the negative floor first.

"Old man, which room do you live in, I'll send you back." has a plan in his heart, and Liu Ziang will not waste time.

The lights in the hallway are all off, and it is too easy to have accidents in this dark environment.

Liu Ziang still wants to be a good person to the end.

The old gentleman smiled and waved his hand: "That's not necessary." ”

With that, he walked straight to the door and pulled it open.

However, the moment he opened the door, he was seen trembling suddenly.

In less than half a second, the old gentleman quickly turned around and closed the door.

Then he leaned against the door tightly, his face full of horror.

Something outside the door?

Liu Ziang didn't say a word, stepped to the door and wanted to open the door.

But the old gentleman grabbed Liu Ziang's hand, and said in a very low and frightened tone: "Don't make a sound." ”

"Outside the door, there is! Ghost! ”

"Ghosts? Why is this still haunted? ”

Except for being a little surprised, Liu Ziang was not afraid in his heart.

With just a flick, the old gentleman who was blocking the door was pushed away.

Even in a fierce place like Taoyuan Immortal Village, I didn't see a real 'ghost'.

He wanted to see what the 'ghost' was that scared the old gentleman.

Open the door and step out of the room.

Liu Ziang's eyes narrowed slightly, allowing him to see more clearly.

However, when I glanced left and right, there was nothing.

Just when he was strange, the old gentleman stuck out his head from behind Liu Ziang.

I also looked around by the light emanating from the room.

"Old man!" Liu Ziang shook his head helplessly, "You won't be too tired, look dazzled." ”

"Nope!" The old gentleman shook his head decisively, "I'm not mistaken, there is a white shadow, still floating." ”

"But there's nothing here." Liu Ziang stretched out his hand and pointed to both sides of the corridor.

Seeing that Liu Ziang didn't believe him anyway, the old gentleman looked straight, "I said that it was a ghost, can the ghost be invisible?" ”

Seeing his serious face, Liu Ziang couldn't help but smile, "Hey, look at the old man, you understand very well?" ”

"Of course!" The old gentleman straightened up, "Do you know what my ancestors did?" It's a paper shop. I know this stuff too well. ”

looked at the old gentleman's serious and unfathomable face.

Liu Ziang thought of himself inexplicably.

It seems that when he pretended to be cold and deep in front of Ling'er and Xu Ling, he also looked like this.

Smiling secretly, Liu Ziang simply asked, "So, old man, where did the ghost you saw go?" ”

There are definitely none.

This old gentleman is in good spirits, and he will certainly not be mistaken.

The only explanation is that someone is pretending to be a ghost in this dark corridor.

Liu Ziang has even begun to suspect that the lights in the corridor suddenly went black, just to pave the way for now.

The 'ghost' that the old gentleman saw was the heavy play.

And he suddenly became a faceless man, it was purely an accident.

"How do I know!" However, as soon as Liu Ziang's words fell, the old gentleman withered suddenly, "The ghost thing came without a trace, and went without a trace." ”

"One second here, the next second."

After speaking, he retracted into the room and called Liu Ziang again, "Housheng, come in quickly, it's a shame to mess with dirty things." ”

Liu Ziang looked left and right, looked at it for a long time, listened to it for a long time, and even sniffed the residual smell in the air vigorously.

But I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, I didn't smell anything.

"Ghosts?" With a deep groan, Liu Ziang had to give up.

Previously, he had followed the old gentleman only because the old gentleman knocked on his door. What happened seemed to be closely related to him.

What is happening now has nothing to do with him.

Besides, there are no clues, so I can't manage it if I want to.

In the end, Liu Ziang had to return to the room.

No sooner had his hand been placed on the door than the old gentleman slammed it shut.

Even after the final lock, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Hosei, this room is quite big. How about we just spend the night? ”

"I'm not taking advantage of you, I'm not afraid! You see, I'm old, and I'm a cultural person. Judging from our Chinese tradition, I am protected by Wenqu stars. ”

"With me in this room, you don't have to worry about ghosts coming to you."

After saying that, the old gentleman climbed into bed by himself, "Hey, this bed is really good." ”

Liu Ziang secretly rolled his eyes, and he was also amused in his heart.

He's just afraid.

But he didn't bother to debunk it, just smiled: "What age is it now, how can there be any ghosts?" ”

"Where's not?" The old gentleman immediately sat up and said mysteriously, "If it were somewhere else, I would still think I was wrong." ”

"But here, I'm sure it's a ghost." He beckoned to Liu Ziang, lowered his head, and said in a suppressed voice: "I'll tell you honestly, this Xu family is very evil, and it is said that every fifty years, there will be a large-scale haunting incident in their family. ”

"And whoever becomes the steward of the house will make more trouble. Now it's been exactly fifty years since their house was last haunted. Xu Ziru, the head of the Xu family, was on the boat again. It's normal to be haunted! ”