The movements of Xu Ling's hands stopped, and the light veil covering the moon slowly dispersed, and the moonlight became brighter and brighter.

Fortunately, these brightness alone were not enough for this group of zombies to see Xu Ling.

Xu Ling took a deep breath and reached out to pull the doorknob.

It was still firmly locked, and the door was locked on the inside.

Xu Ling didn't see a trace of panic, and continued to take out a small sheet.

I saw her stuff the small sheet into the crack of the door and flick it gently.

The door made another "click", and unsurprisingly attracted the attention of many zombies again.

The door was opened without a hitch.

Xu Ling took the opportunity to sneak into the small house, locked the door with her backhand, and turned away the group of zombies.

Xu Ling stood behind the door, and the house was filled with a disgusting smell, such as the smell of sweat, must, rancidity, and excrement.

Xu Ling endured the smell, the room was dim, and she couldn't see her fingers.

She whispered, identifying herself and her purpose.

Xu Ling walked in a dim, foul-smelling house, her eyes widened and she tried to walk.

There was no sound in the house except for Xu Ling's footsteps, which had to make her heart chuckle.

In her experience, this does not bode well.

The house is not big, only a small room. Xu Ling approached the room, immediately inhaled a breath of extremely foul smell, and couldn't help coughing softly.

This small room is the source of the stench in this small house.

Xu Ling walked into the room hard, it was even darker, she gently closed the door and turned on the electric light in the room.

But only a "pop" sound was heard, and the expected light did not appear, Xu Ling kept fiddling with the light switch back and forth, but it still didn't work.

She couldn't help it, she took out a small flashlight from her pocket and turned it on to make a light in the small room.

Xu Ling groped around the room with this light, shining east and west. Eventually, the light rested on a small bed in the middle of the room.

There seemed to be a man lying on the bed, covered with a dirty quilt.

Xu Ling approached the bed, as the captain of the thugs, she was naturally bold and lawless.

She lifted the extremely dirty quilt, and there was indeed a person lying inside.

No, no, it should be said that there is a dead man lying on the bed.

Xu Ling looked solemn and shone the flashlight on his face.

The eye socket is sunken, and there are no eyeballs in the eye socket after a closer look! There was not a piece of flesh visible on his face, and if he was a few days late, Xu Ling would probably see a white bone.

Xu Ling put the quilt back on and walked out of the room, if she stayed inside, the smell would make Xu Ling nauseous.

Xu Ling, who walked out of the door, had a serious expression, it seemed that the man had been dead for a long time, but why was there still a distress signal?

In order to accurately rescue the survivors and save rescue time, it is usually necessary for the survivors to use communication electronic equipment to send a distress signal every two hours.

The more Xu Ling thought about it, the more wrong it became, that person had been dead for a long time, how could there still be a distress signal? Could it be a fraud? Xu Ling's whole body suddenly trembled for a while.

Xu Lingtian is not afraid of the earth, but he is afraid of these gods and ghosts.

I still remember that when I was a child, Xu Ling lived in the mountains, her parents went out to work, and only her grandfather was left to take care of Xu Ling, who was only six years old.

There are very few residents in this mountainous area, and Xu Ling's closest neighbor is almost two hills away. Although the life of the grandfather and grandson is poor, they are also happy.

But I don't know what day, that person began to rise, more and more people built the grave on this mountain, and gradually, the originally beautiful mountain became a gloomy cemetery. Since that day, more and more strange things have begun to happen in this mountain.

Crying was heard at night, and no ghost knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

Grandpa's body is getting worse day by day, and Xu Ling was told not to go out at night. Although the young Xu Ling didn't know what to do, she was still obedient.

But if you don't provoke others in this mountain, it doesn't mean that people won't provoke you.

When the moonlight was hazy, in Xu Ling's small room, Xu Ling always felt that someone was sitting on the side, combing her long hair. For several days in a row, Xu Ling couldn't help it, and decided not to sleep all night tonight to find out!

The night covered the mountain, and Xu Ling covered her body tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Late at night, Xu Ling was a little sleepy, according to the usual situation, the man should come to comb his hair at this time. But there was nothing in the room.

Xu Ling's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and just as she was about to fall asleep, a clear conversation suddenly sounded, as if she was talking in her ear.

Xu Ling trembled for a while, listening to this voice like two old men, talking about some strange topic. Young Xu Ling looked around the room and saw nothing.

Suddenly an old man said, "She seems to have heard us." ”

The other old man said, "Hehehe. ”

Xu Ling broke out in a cold sweat and fell asleep in a daze.

After that, for several days, Xu Ling felt that her room was so lively.

One night, the conversation between the two old men sounded in Xu Ling's ears again. The two seemed to be arguing.

"She's still young, don't hurt her!"

"This kid doesn't have a good life! She's the one who provoked us! ”

"Then you see if I agree!"

“.........”

“............”

A few days later, my grandfather suddenly suffered a stroke and died at home.

After Xu Ling's parents learned about it, they hurriedly picked up Xu Ling, and the family of three lived in the city. His father took Xu Ling to find a well-known fortune teller.

The fortune teller looked at Xu Ling's face, then looked at the palmistry, and asked some questions such as the eight characters of her birthday.

The fortune teller's face was solemn, and he was told that Xu Ling would not live to be thirty years old.

All kinds of matters have planted a huge shadow in Xu Ling's heart.

At this time, Xu Ling broke out in a cold sweat, swallowed her saliva, and had to go into the small room again for the sake of the task.

No longer as calm as before, he walked tremblingly towards the cot.

Suddenly, there was a small sound in the room, and Xu Ling was startled coldly, and pointed the small flashlight at the place where the sound was made - it turned out to be a cockroach.

Gradually calmed down, and continued to approach the cot. Lifting the quilt again, in the same appearance and the same posture, Xu Ling had the courage to grope around the corpse, but couldn't find anything, not even a mobile phone.

It became more and more strange that Xu Ling had already searched around this small house, and there was no trace of anyone coming, and no electronic devices of any kind could be found.

Who sent the distress signal two hours ago? It's not strange anymore, it's supernatural!