The extremely terrible screams startled the two people on the side again, and the two people suddenly shuddered, and looked at Jiang Futing again.

After making sure that there was only a quiet mute in the window, they were relieved again.

The image of the mute standing there looked normal, but something seemed wrong.

These people in the village are not like other people, they have seen and experienced a lot, and they especially believe in ghosts and gods.

Therefore, both the mind and nerves are particularly sensitive.

They looked at it for a few seconds and didn't find any strange clues on Jiang Futing, before they withdrew their gaze and began to worry about the old woman who was still screaming.

The woman seemed to be completely insane, no matter what they said, they couldn't listen to what they said, and the two simply stopped communicating, violently grabbed her by the collar and dragged her away.

Jiang Futing silently watched the figure of them leaving, and when the old woman left, she was like a broken kite, fragile and fluttering in their hands.

If they said they wouldn't be given food, they really wouldn't be given food, and no one passed around for two hours from the time the group left until the evening.

Jiang Futing directly cleaned up a small place for himself to sit, and kept his mind in peace, Bai Tang told him to remember that he only absorbed it by his body's instinct, and did not deliberately absorb it continuously.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already completely dark, and there was a strange thing about the village that was very quiet.

At night, everything is silent, there is no sound of frogs and cicadas that should have been in summer, the huge mountain forest seems lifeless, the door to door is closed, and there is a dead silence outside.

He didn't plan to sleep at night, and in the few hours he had closed his eyes, he had adjusted his mental state to the best.

The indifference of the day is gone, and the eyes are completely replaced by a piercing mang.

The next thing is to wait, wait until 10 o'clock in the evening.

These people in the village are secretive, and it is inconvenient for him to go out, so he can only use the ghosts who travel at night as a breakthrough.

As the minutes ticked by, the temperature outside the house felt cold, and the wind whistled and whistled, rustling the branches outside.

Jiang Futing sensed something strange from this wrong atmosphere, but he still didn't have the slightest ghostly energy, and estimated that the ghosts here must have an inseparable relationship with the Immortal Sect.

Immediately after that, the familiar sound of "knock" and "knock" sounded from a distance, the same as what I heard last night, at first I thought it was someone knocking on a bamboo pole on the ground, but when I got a little closer, it looked like knocking on a wooden fish.

It wasn't until I got closer that I could tell that someone was jumping on one foot.

It was too quiet outside, and the beating sound was too clear in the middle of the night, and every time it landed, it could firmly step on everyone's nerves.

People who are awake will subconsciously guess who it is going to harass tonight.

The person who was jumping on one foot seemed to have chosen a target, and suddenly increased the frequency and jumped quickly.

The voice was getting closer and closer in the direction of Jiang Futing, and many villagers could finally sleep peacefully while sympathizing with the village chief's family.

In fact, as long as you follow the rules

Then, if you don't go out of the room, you must be safe.

It's just that for normal people, being stared at by a ghost for a night, even if they can't die, they have to be scared out of illness.

Not to mention sleeping.

Jiang Futing stood quietly at the door, and his voice seemed to reach the main gate of the house, and then paused again.

Just when he thought the one-legged ghost was going to jump towards him, the throbbing sound jumped towards the room in the opposite direction.

The target wasn't him.

Jiang Futing, who miscalculated, suspected that his guess yesterday might really be a little narcissistic......

Because of the broken foot and the same disease, he can figure out that he may really have stayed with Bai Tang for a long time, and his thinking has been assimilated.

He pinched his eyebrows, and did not leave immediately, but continued to guard the door and pay close attention to the movement outside.

The opposite direction from the firewood room is the bedroom, looking at the child's so handsome character, it is estimated that he has already slept alone.

Jiang Futing suddenly had a bad premonition, she wouldn't be eyeing that child!

That kid hates it. But after all, he is still a child, and if the real target is him, he can't sit idly by.

He was more concentrated, and he didn't even let go of the slightest movement.

The beating man seems to have found his goal, knock knock! The sound stopped suddenly, followed by a continuous "squeak-"

I actually opened the door!

The people in the village should have too late to hide, how could they take the initiative to open the door by themselves!

The bad premonition became stronger and stronger, and when the beating sound sounded again, he didn't want to wait for a moment, and the turbid air on his fingertips drilled out of the crack in the door like an earthworm, picking open the heavy lock outside.

As soon as he opened the door, he felt the coldness gathering in the air, and the dense fog that was not present during the day shrouded the village in a different way.

He followed the sound carefully, which coiled and turned to the hill behind the village.

There was silence all around, only the branches and leaves rubbing against each other in the dark waves, so secluded that there was an indescribable desolation.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have imagined that the scene in front of him at this moment would be the same place as the scene during the day.

The rhythm of the beating footsteps slowed down a lot, as if jumping and stopping at the same time, which made people feel like they were waiting for someone.

Jiang Futing didn't dare to follow too closely all at once, and the distance between the front and back was at least 100 meters.

Coupled with the dense branches and leaves of the trees, he didn't even see who was hooked by the ghost.

It wasn't until the throbbing sound stopped again, and he stepped on the grass under his feet with extreme caution, and the distance between the two sides finally shortened somewhat, and in the dense woods he finally saw the short figure with his back to him in the distance.

Although it was only his back, he recognized at a glance who the figure was, the child who had come to trouble him three times and twice during the day.

It's just that the child was obviously completely bewitched by the female ghost, just like himself last night, he had no consciousness of his own, and looked at the female ghost not far away.

Jiang Futing walked in a little again, thinking about how to take this child away, but he didn't care

No matter how you do it, it will definitely alarm this female ghost.

He didn't have any fear of this female ghost, but he was worried that there was someone manipulating her behind this female ghost, and if he rushed forward, would he alarm the people hiding behind him.

Jiang Futing finally stopped when he was still ten meters away from them, and did not continue to move forward, and if he went further, the possibility of being discovered would be much greater.

He hid his figure by the older trees in the mountain forest, and the female ghost in front of him seemed to be talking to the child excitedly.

Her face was shrouded in messy black hair, and when she slowly raised her head, the strands of hair spread out on either side like a waterfall, revealing her pale face.

The black hole's eye sockets were empty, and red blood trickled out of their sockets.

Jiang Futing subconsciously thought of Ning Qiuyu's eyes, and he found that the death methods of these people were really similar, and it was very likely that this woman with a broken leg was also abducted.

The people of this village really have a special fetish for eyes.

The female ghost's voice suddenly raised a lot, and she couldn't hear it clearly in front of her, and the sharp voice floated directly into Jiang Futing's ears.

The woman's voice was harsh and unpleasant, but she could still hear the hope in her voice: "Son! Let's go with Mom! Mom takes you to better places and we're out of here! ”

"Son—why don't you leave? Hurry up, aren't you saving your mother? As she spoke, she deliberately jumped twice in front of the child.

Jiang Futing noticed that her unbroken leg was crooked, the kneecap in the middle seemed to be staggered, and the thighs and calves seemed to be forcibly put together, which looked particularly weird.

The female ghost smiled strangely when she spoke, and the blood in her eyes even trickled into her mouth, looking particularly bloody.

The child didn't seem to be frightened, he looked at the female ghost in front of him blankly, and asked, "I left with you, what should Dad do?" ”

"Daddy?" The simple two words suddenly stimulated the emotions of the female ghost, and she was suddenly full of resentment and said gloomily: "What do you care about them? The people of this village should have died a long time ago, they will die sooner or later! Son, don't hesitate, come with Mom, I'll take you to a nice place you've never been to before. ”

The little boy looked at the woman in front of him with blank eyes, and when his father was slandered, he noticed that something was wrong, and his expression struggled slightly, but how could his mind be able to fight the female ghost, he just wrinkled his brows in pain for a while, and soon returned to normal.

"Let's go—mommy hurts! Come here! Come here and save me, let's go to a happy place together! The female ghost continued to urge, and the sound of a sharp iron cut seemed to be extremely attractive to the little boy.

He lifted his little heaviness and paced forward very slowly, as if dragging a sandbag.

When the footsteps land, there will be a very crisp rustling sound under the feet, like stepping on the white bone that has been weathered for a long time, clicking and breaking.

He didn't seem to hear it, but he felt that his scalp was also heavy, his head seemed to be shrouded by something, comfortable and tired, he didn't even have the ability to think superfluously, he was constantly been

Voices lead the way.

With each small step, his little mouth squirmed slightly: "Mom." ”

Occasionally, when these two words are read in the godless eyes, there will be a faint glimmer of light.

Jiang Futing saw that he made another move, sensed that something was wrong, and continued to follow carefully.

If you follow the direction the female ghost left with the child, you will be able to discover its purpose and hiding place.

But less than a moment before this thought swelled up in his mind, there was a "click" sound from under his feet, and something so hard that it seemed to break under his feet suddenly.

The soles of his feet tensed instantly, as if he was now stepping on a pile of extremely sharp needles, not grass.

Although the sound of shattering was very small, it was like a gunshot in the quiet environment, and it clearly exploded in Jiang Futing's ears.

He immediately held his breath, his body as if he had been immobilized, maintaining a mechanical posture.

But no matter how much he tried to hide it, there was still a piercing and sharp gaze above his head.

Jiang Futing slowly raised his head, and the female ghost not far away was staring at him with her empty eyes.

(End of chapter)