Closing the window, Qing Ming suddenly felt a line of sight staring straight at the back of his head, and when he turned around, there was nothing behind him, and the window behind him was also closed well.

His hands naturally fell to his sides, and he took two steps, watching the house be ruined by himself, and he didn't have a foothold. He simply picked up the account book, lifted his legs over a stool, and went outside to settle the accounts.

After a while, the sound of fingers fiddling with the abacus sounded continuously, and the sound of turning the pages of the book was mixed in.

Suddenly, Qing Ming frowned, turned a page in his hand, turned it back, picked up another account book and opened it, but his brows became more and more compact.

Suddenly getting up, he held the account book in his hand, and walked inside with his head down. The outstretched right hand was about to push open the door, but there was a faint sound of movement in his ears.

What kind of movement is that?

It's like the sound of someone moving silver bricks, but it's not neatly moving, it's more like spreading mahjong.

"Huhuhu, hahaha, silver, silver, my silver, my silver of white flowers."

Suddenly, a weird, gloomy, and hoarse laugh reached Qingming's ears. He was sure that the voice was coming from the house.

Qing Ming's face changed, and he hurriedly pushed open the door and said angrily: "Who is inside?" Dare to steal your eldest prince's things? ”

"Huh?"

As the door opened, Qing Ming saw a person standing in front of a pile of silver bricks, which was very clear and obvious. A man dressed in white with a disheveled head.

The white clothes were very clean, with some straw and a faint black stain on them, and at first glance, he thought of the prison clothes in the dungeon, but there was no word "prisoner".

The man was disheveled, with his back to him, bent over, touching the silver bricks.

She let out an "um", as if lamenting that she had been discovered. It sounded very different. I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, a little low, a little hoarse.

She moved.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Qing Ming.

Qing Ming gritted his teeth, and as the man turned back, his gaze gradually became stunned and dull.

I saw that the man turned around, with a miserable white and pale face, big red lips, dark and large eye circles, a blood-red "fork" cut on the left side of his face, and an egg carved on the right face.

She looked at Qing Ming, her eyes were so big, so bright, and full of excitement. She curled the corners of her mouth red, the little ones that seemed to be the size of her thumb. She smiled.

Her voice was deep, excited, and very happy.

"You're here."

“…… What are you, what are you? ”

Such a strange thing, is it human?

Qing Ming asked himself.

"Huh" A gust of wind blew quickly, so strong that Qing Ming raised his hand to protect his eyes, and could only look at the person through the gap. But when I opened my eyes, I found that the man was gone.

Puzzled, he lowered his arm, and it turned out that there was nothing in that place, and the man was gone.

"What about people?"

Qing Ming was about to lift his leg, but his chest hit something. Looking down, a black staring man with messy hair stood in front of him. She looked up, her blood-red lips smiling.

"You're here?"

"Ahh

"Bang!"

Seeing that person at such a close distance, his heart jumped violently, and Qing Ming fell directly to the ground. The man was gone again. In his mind, he suddenly remembered how Orange had died.

The head, no blood, no wounds, but it was not right, but it was dead.

Who killed it?

"Where's the rest of the silver?"

raised, a voice sounded in the left ear. His heartbeat lifted, and he slowly turned his head, but his right ear was suddenly blown out.

It's hot, but there's a strange softness, a cold coldness, that walks through the pinna.

What is that?

"Presumptuous! What dare you scare this prince! ”

Qing Ming waved his hand, turned to get up, and there was nothing anywhere.

"Bang dang!"

"You have the ability to come out! Pretending to be a ghost, this prince is afraid of you! ”

Another vase was smashed.

"Come out! This prince ...... Well? ”

Suddenly, the vase that Qing Ming was holding was hugged by a force, and he couldn't pull it by himself. When I looked sideways, there was a head on top of the vase, the head of the thing just now.

She looked at him with a smile in her eyes and a big red tongue.

"Ahh

Let go, run!

"Da da da", ran all the way downstairs, grabbed the escalator, and stopped at the corner in a daze. He looked at the head on the stairs three steps away from him in a daze, and suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

"You're here."

She spoke.

"Ahh

Qing Ming turned around and ran, ran four steps and suddenly stopped, and ran back after taking two breaths. Raise your foot against that head and stomp on it hard!

"Bang!"

The planks of the staircase were broken, and he stepped through a hole.

"Ahh

Qingming's foot was also stuck.

"Ah, bastard! Come on, come on......"

"Whew~"

A gentle touch fell on his shoulder at the same time. It's light, it's gentle. He didn't dare to move, he didn't dare to look back, he didn't want to look back on the sudden approach twice.

In the afterglow, from the back right, an object was slowly brought in front of him, it was a bronze mirror. A thin, pale hand, with little flesh, was grasped in the hand and brought to the front.

The wrist of that hand, very thin, very thin, like a little girl's hand.

What the hell is she?

Qing Ming squinted his eyes, grimaced his face, and asked in his heart.

With a flick of the wrist, the flat bronze mirror was slowly lifted by her. On the bronze mirror, the reflection of the staircase, the garland, the ceiling above his head, and then gradually his forehead, his messy bangs, his eyebrows, his eyes were squinting, and the wrinkled flesh all gathered together.

The bronze mirror slowly moved to the right, and on the edge of Qing Ming's messy bangs, a messy strand of hair fell from the sky, and a miserable white chin was closer and closer to his forehead......

"Ahh I don't care about you! Someone! Someone! ”

"Bang, bang, bang, knock!"

Qing Ming shouted, spread out and ran down the stairs, but the whole person rolled down like a ball.

"Someone! Protect this prince! Not! ”

Enduring the pain, she ran to the door, and her straight hands were about to push the door open, but her voice was heard in her ears.

"I'm here."

The sound of sly laughter, Qing Ming looked sideways, the window next to him was opened, and the head came in from the outside.

"Ahh Hell, hell! ”

Abandoning the gate, he ran to the backyard. The night wind blew mercilessly through his chin, and the gravel road under his feet was uneven, and he suddenly fell, clutching his knees and looking hideous. At the moment when he opened and closed his eyes, he seemed to see a white shadow floating on his forehead.

Qing Mingqian opened his eyes, and there was only a dark night sky above his head. He propped himself up and looked around, the backyard was exceptionally silent, not even the sound of insects.

It's just that the back of the head is very hot and hot, as if something is staring straight at me from behind.

"Hmm!"