After making up my mind, under the arrangement of the old man, I spent the night in a worried room.

The next day, when the sun was shining on my face, I opened my eyes sleepily.

But at this time, I was surprised to find that I was not in the old man's room at all, but lying in a weed in the col.

Is the old man's house really a haunted house?

I quickly got up and looked around, there were no houses nearby, and the col was empty except for some rocks and weeds......

Although I had suspected that the old man was a ghost before, and he followed him into the haunted house, but at this time, when I saw the empty mountain col in front of me, I inevitably still had some lingering palpitations.

Fortunately, the ghost old man didn't harm me, I don't know who he is?

I thoughtfully slapped the hay off my body and looked up at the top of the mountain.

After listening to the old man last night, I wanted to go up to see the temple and the dry well, but considering that it was not safe to go at night, I gave up.

And now that it's broad daylight and the sun is shining, it's a good time.

I searched for my way up to the top of the mountain, and I don't know how the old man had brought me down last night.

At the time, I didn't think the road was too difficult, but now there are no roads around, and it's full of grass and rocks.

Finally, after finding the direction, I finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

After some careful searching, I finally found the White Granny Temple that the old man said about on the edge of a cliff.

It's just that the temple has long since collapsed, and there are only ruins left.

It was surrounded by tall mountain grasses, and I looked around for a long time, but I didn't find any particularly useful clues.

Then, according to the old man's description, I went to the dry well again.

By this time, it was already three poles of the sun, and the temperature was gradually getting hotter, so I took off my coat and slowly moved towards the dry well.

Walking to the edge of the well, I found that there was no mountain grass growing out of the circle near the wellhead, and it was bare, which was in stark contrast to the surrounding mountain grass.

I crouched down and looked down the well, it was pitch black, and there was a faint hint of coolness.

Wells are shallow and deep, and the wells used for draft in our area are all dug quite deep, after all, in the mountains, they are no better than other places.

I turned on the flashlight of my mobile phone, lay on the ground and shone it into the well, and I could faintly see a little bottom, which was about ten meters away.

At the edge of the wall of the well, there are stairs that can be climbed down, and I guess it must have been made by the old scar or the well digger.

The ghost old man said that Qinggu and Tie Abacus had been to this dry well twice before and after, and I don't know what they were doing at that time?

It can't be that there really is a white mother-in-law in it, right?

After thinking about it for a while, I don't think there's any need to be too entangled, it's true or not, go down and see if it's natural and clear, anyway, it's daylight now, and you don't have to worry about hauntings and accidents.

I took a breath, then groped for the stairs at the wall of the well and began to climb slowly down.

The well was cold and swishing, and the further down it went, the colder it felt, and I knew that this was normal, and most wells were pretty much like that.

Soon, I climbed the stairs to the bottom of the well.

But at this time, with a flashlight, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned - the space at the bottom of the well is really not small!

Looking at it in a flash, there are about ten square meters, and the surroundings are dark and black, and a layer of dry sand falls to the ground, and it "creaks" when stepped on.

I couldn't see it clearly at the top before, but now when I reached the bottom of the well, it suddenly became clear.

I fumbled around with a flashlight and soon found a crack in the stone wall.

It looked like a naturally formed crack, and I tried it, barely able to get in.

Could it be that there is something strange in the stone crevice? I thought to myself.

After hesitating for a while, I finally slipped into the crack in the rock.

If you want to know the answer, you have to go inside and take a look.

It was very dark in the gap, and I cautiously moved forward, and soon came to a place that resembled a cave.

I was wondering why there was a hole in the bottom of the well, when suddenly a flashlight hit something that caught my attention!

It was a clay statue, a clay statue with no paint on its body.

The clay statue looked very strange, half-hunched, and a little nondescript, and I took a closer look and immediately wondered.

This clay statue looks like the white granny in the painting on the wall of the ghost old man's house!

How did the clay statue of Granny Bai get here?

I thought there must be something wrong with it, because it should be in the temple, so I looked around the clay statue in confusion and didn't find anything else.

As soon as I turned around, I suddenly heard a "grunt" somewhere.

Is it weird?

I hurriedly took a flashlight to shine around, and when I circled down, I suddenly noticed that the eyes of the clay statue of the white lady in front of me seemed to move slightly.

Immediately after, there was another grunt.

I was stunned and stared straight at the clay statue of Granny Bai.

The more I looked, the more I felt that I had seen it somewhere.

Oh, that's it!

Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind.

Damn, I was deceived by that ghost old man, where is there a white mother-in-law, this is a statue of Mrs. Hairy-faced!

The old woman on crutches in the painting hanging in the ghost old man's house is clearly the hairy-faced wife of the evil sect!

The more I look at it, the more I feel like it, I must have been deceived, and most of the stories told by the ghost old man are fake......

Thinking of this, I immediately wanted to run outside.

But it was a step too late, and after hearing another "grunting" sound, I felt like I smelled a strange smell in my nose.

My heart shuddered, and I looked at the clay figure in front of me, the smell seemed to emanate from it.

It turns out that there is something wrong with the clay statue!

I just stared at the clay eyes of Mrs. Hairy-faced, and suddenly my head buzzed, and I lost consciousness in an instant......

When I woke up in a daze, I found myself outside in the mountains.

What the hell is going on, who saved me?

I swayed up from the ground, looked left and right, the surrounding deserted, I was inexplicable, could it be that the hell in broad daylight?

I was going to go down the mountain and leave this ghost place, but I don't know what happened, but then I found that my body was uncontrollable, and I climbed to the side of the mountain road.

How the hell is that?

Am I fallen?

After walking for more than half an hour, I staggered to an old cemetery.

This old tomb is a little strange, the ground in front of it is slightly red, and there is a big white paper figure on the grave, and the overall look is that it has been some years, and the tombstone has long been blurred.

Originally, I thought that I had only come here uncontrollably, but then, my actions made me extremely frightened!

I actually laughed, and then went straight to the grave and hugged the big white paper figure in my arms!

What the hell is this?

My head shook suddenly, could it be ......

No, how is this possible?

My strange behavior just now suddenly reminded me of a person—the temple keeper mentioned in the ghost old man's story, the old scar.

Could it be that I've become an old scar now?

But, how is this possible?!

But the more I didn't believe it, the more familiar the rest became, almost exactly like the story!

I actually took the white paper man back to the White Granny Temple, which was already in ruins, but now it is still standing!

“……？！”

I was completely messy, and I calmed down and pondered for a long time, and finally I thought it was still the problem of the ghost old man and the hairy face.

I must have suffered from their ways, and the ghost old man may want history to repeat itself, so as to take away my "Yin Heart......

And the ghost thing who came to take the yin heart was either Mrs. Hairy Face, or a hundred-year-old corpse demon!