Is she dead? It must have been dead, she remembered the cold touch of his steamy fingers on her neck.

It doesn't matter if you're dead, so that you won't have a pair of eyes that follow you all the time.

"Lady ......"

A familiar call sounded in her ears, and the woman felt that something was broken in her head.

"Lady, lady, I'm still watching you here......"

The woman turned her head, and she saw a pair of eyes, smiling slightly, but with a chill to the bone.

***

"All the people in the house are dead, and only the dead know what happened inside, and who did you hear this story from?"

Sang was skeptical of the story told by the villagers, but Zhao Zimai felt that he was at least eight points credible, because just now, a woman appeared in his mind, crying faintly, pointing behind him. Zhao Zimai turned around in the direction of her finger, but found that there was a hole embedded in the chaotic mist behind her, and on the other side of the hole, there was a shining eye.

What he said should be true, this symbolizes the love of husband and wife across the fairy bridge, but it is just a beautiful legend imagined by people. In reality, a man is endlessly entangled with a woman, and even if she dies, he is unwilling to let her go. ”

Hearing Zhao Zimai say this, and seeing his pale face again, Sang knew that he had seen something that others couldn't know. So after staring at the two connected tombs for a while, it squinted at Zhao Zimai and said, "Then what's the matter with these two new corpses?" Who is the woman lying in the bamboo forest? ”

"This kind of thing can only be handed over to the people of the government to investigate."

After saying this, he suddenly felt a tingling in his back, as if he had been caught in the acupoint, but when he looked back, he found that there was nothing, only a crispy and numb cold feeling slowly crawling all over his body.

Is it a cold? He turned his head and met Shangsang's gaze, which looked at him with a smile, and its two red pupils narrowed into a slit, like a cat's eyes.

***

Why is it so cold? After drinking a large bowl of ginger soup cooked by Baotian and covering it with two layers of quilts, the chill still penetrated straight in, seeping from the back of the heart to the front of the chest, and then flowing along the meridians to all parts of the body.

Zhao Zimai shivered in the quilt, turned his head sideways and glanced out the window: No, although it is autumn now, today is a good weather with warm sunshine, no wind and no rain, and many people even took off their jackets at noon and only wore a single layer of clothing. Even though it's night, the temperature still won't drop anywhere, why is it freezing like this?

This feeling is not a cold, because there is no other discomfort in his body, his head does not hurt, his brain is not hot, and his throat and nose are not blocked by foreign bodies, but he simply feels cold, and the cold makes people's hearts tremble.

Baotian was guarding outside the door, and now it was ugly, he was already asleep, and Zhao Zimai could even hear a subtle snoring sound coming from outside the door. He didn't want to wake up Baotian, because Baotian had been busy all day today, and he had been waiting for him for half a night at the inn at night, and he was already tired. But if he lay down so upright, he felt that he would soon freeze into an ice cube, and before he got out of bed and walked around, he drank the pot of ginger soup that was still steaming on the table and drank another bowl, maybe it could relieve the growing chill on his body.

He wrapped himself in the quilt and walked out of bed, walked to the table and sat down, poured a full bowl of ginger soup, and dried it down. The hot soup slid down his throat, bringing a hint of warmth, but soon, this warmth disappeared, and the chill on his body swallowed it up, enveloping his body once more.

"Giggle......

Just as he was a little annoyed by the seemingly never-ending cold, a sudden laughter came from his back. The voice was a woman, but her body was like a snake, a thin snake that had been frozen. She was clinging to his back and was trying to burrow her body into her own.

"Baotian."

Zhao Zimai's first reaction was to wake up Baotian, but when his mouth opened, his voice turned into a puff of white smoke and condensed in the air.

"Giggle......

The woman squeezed into his body, the chill on her body expelled the heat in his body little by little, and every inch she entered, he felt a little colder, and soon, his whole back was numb, and he felt that even if someone poked his back with a knife, he would not feel the pain.

Is this what it feels like to be taken away? Xiao Wu is also controlled by Sang like this every time, is it occupied by it little by little?

For some reason, at this time, he actually thought of Mu Xiaowulai, the girl who grinned at the corners of her mouth forever, how did she manage to be so calm, when she knew that there was a monster living in her body that would occupy the magpie's nest at any time?

His back was even colder, and the woman was about to get into it, because he found that not only could he not speak, but even his body seemed to be frozen. The porcelain bowl that had not yet been put down in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and cracked into several pieces, but this sound only gave Baotian a muffled "um", which was not enough to wake up a body that was already extremely tired.

"Don't love heroes, don't envy arrogance, voluntarily live together, die with the same hole......"

The joke sounded in his ears again, and at the same time, a picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes: a wet man standing on the edge of the bed, he bowed down, and his hands clamped the woman lying on the bed.

The woman struggled, her apricot skirt fluttering upwards like a rising veil by her rebellious feet. At last, the horror in the woman's eyes would slowly flow into the night, and the last light in her eyes would disappear, and her eyes seemed to become two lumps of wood, dull and without a trace of brilliance.

"Life is the same, death is the same hole, you said...... ...... you've said."

The man muttered to himself and let go of his hands, he turned his head towards the back, and Zhao Zimai saw that his face was covered with a white miserable water vapor, and all his facial features were buried underneath, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

His throat tightened, and he felt like he was going to scream, but he couldn't do anything about it. The strange scene in front of him was gone, and he felt that his back was now heavy, like a heavy lump of ice.

"I died such a miserable death...... Whining...... He killed me...... Kill me......"

The laughter turned into a terrible cry, like a dark wind, hovering in the room.