The pouring rain poured down, and the winds beat the glass mercilessly.

Cen Shujing parked the car a hundred meters away from the Cen family's old house, and walked to an osmanthus tree in the backyard of the Cen family in the heavy rain.

No one knew that she had buried everything she had brought with her from the countryside here.

She took out the shovel that had been turned over from the trunk, turned over the dirt on the surface, and dug out an iron box.

Inside the box was a set of makeup tools, as well as a computer and an old mobile phone.

At three o'clock in the morning, all the lights in the villa were extinguished, and with the faint light of the street lamp, Cen Shujing inserted the spare mobile phone card in the iron box into the brick machine. After assembling it, I dialed my cousin Yang Meishan's phone.

The lights on the second floor of the villa suddenly turned on, and Yang Meishan's confused voice came from the phone: "Hey? ”

Cen Shujing was silent.

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded much more sober: "Hello? Who are you? ”

Cen Shujing stared at the light on the second floor, her slightly squinted eyes were bloodshot, she didn't say anything, and hung up the phone directly.

It didn't take long for the lights on the second floor to go out.

Cen Shujing repeated the operation just now and dialed Yang Meishan's phone again.

The lights on the second floor came on again, and seeing that it was the same phone, Yang Meishan said impatiently, "Who are you?" ”

"It's me."

The ethereal sound accompanied by the sound of the rain came from far and near, indescribably deep.

Yang Meishan frowned, feeling that this voice was a little familiar, but for a while, she couldn't remember where she had heard it, and a trace of doubt flashed on her good-looking little face, "Who?" ”

"You-draw-open-curtain-look......" The voice on the phone came intermittently, like the kind of person who was about to die, but still hung his last breath and said to her, "I'm under the osmanthus tree at the door." ”

"Under the flower tree? Neurotic, right? Yang Meishan scolded and opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

I saw a figure standing faintly under the osmanthus tree in the backyard. The man was wearing a bloody gown, exactly the same as the one Cen Shujing wore when he died.

And...... Her figure is also very similar to Cen Shujing.

Yang Meishan finally knew why this voice sounded so familiar......

"Cen Shujing?"

No! No, it won't!!

Yang Meishan's hand grasping the curtain began to tremble.

Cen Shujing is dead! She's dead!!

"Yang Meishan—"

Cen Shujing's voice suddenly became extremely clear, "My liver, are you still used to using it?" ”

"You, you ......" is really her! It's really Cen Shujing!!

Yang Meishan was so frightened that she couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

The shadow downstairs suddenly turned its neck away, as if it was twisted, and it stuck motionless. Then, the voice on the phone turned into an old male voice: "Xiao Jing, kill him quickly and avenge his grandfather!" ”

Yang Meishan sat on the ground with her butt and looked at the distorted figure downstairs in disbelief, is it a ghost? Cen Shujing and her grandfather have become ghosts and come to her?

I saw that the figure's neck suddenly returned to normal, and it changed back to Cen Shujing's voice, "It's too cheap to kill her like this......"

"Then gouge out her eyes." The old voice said.

Cen Shujing nodded with satisfaction, looked at the balcony on the second floor, and laughed weirdly, "Dig up her liver ...... again"

"No, don't!!" Yang Meishan threw away the phone and shouted, "Ghost, ghost!" ”