The cabinet is a very ordinary wooden cabinet, with two doors, several layers of drawers below, and a space about 1.5 meters high above.

Xia Min hid in this cabinet, and kept looking out through the crack in the door.

I don't know how long it has been, Xia Min was worried that the light of the mobile phone would just attract the attention of those guys outside, so he didn't look at the time, so he could only roughly estimate it.

Maybe it was half an hour, maybe an hour, and there was another sound of footsteps outside the house, which went from a little sound to a clutter, and then slowly returned to a quiet, until finally only a lone voice came from outside the door.

It was still the same filthy spirit, his belly slightly bulging, and it looked more rounded than the thin appearance he had seen in the doorway.

If it weren't for the unwiped red paste on the mouth, and the brushed saliva at the corners of the mouth, then there would not be much difference between the middle-aged social animals who stayed up late and returned home.

I saw him limp on one leg, little by little to move to the wooden table, and then the whole person was like a mess of mud, melting on the ground, and then the mud was like a worm, climbing along the wooden table leg, and then wrapped the picture frame, and finally seeped in.

The whole process was very slow, lasting about five minutes.

Xia Min observed for a long time, and when he saw that everything seemed to be calm again, he pushed open the cabinet door and walked towards the picture frame.

As if it had never happened, the people in the photo are still black and white, and their expressions have not changed.

Xia Min stared at the picture frame for a long time, straightened the frame, leaned against the wall, and then walked out of the room.

"I remember seeing it just now..."

Xia Min walked straight to the gap where he had been hiding before, and pulled out a sickle with mud attached to it and already earthy yellow in a pile of thatch.

"Found it."

Immediately after, Xia Min first picked off the dirt on the surface of the sickle, and then sharpened it at the corners of the wall, his movements were soft and slow, and only made an extremely small sound.

Soon, the somewhat dull blade of the sickle flashed with cold light again, reflecting Xia Min's somewhat excited gaze.

"That should be enough."

Gently slicing his fingers across the blade, Xia Min felt a tingling pain, and a red line appeared at the end of his finger.

Xia Min swung his scythe in satisfaction, feeling unexpectedly easy, and walked back into the house.

Without thinking, he stretched out his leg and kicked directly towards the frame.

"Bang!"

The photo frame was not as strong as expected, and was directly kicked in half by Xia Min, who raised the sickle and stared at the broken photo frame.

But... Nothing happened.

There is no imaginary spirit to break free, only a photograph that slips out of the frame.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xia Min picked up the photo and tore it in half.

The person in the photo has become two up, and still nothing has happened.

"It's weird... Could it be that there is something wrong with my operation? ”

Xia Min wanted to try burning the photo with fire, but because he didn't smoke, he didn't have a lighter on him.

He had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, first tearing the photographs apart bit by bit, and then poking a hole in each piece with the tip of his sickle.

Xia Min looked at the spirit that had not appeared even like this, and was a little puzzled: "Could it be that I died under the first foot?" ”

Xia Min bit her lip, pinned the sickle into her pants pocket, and then gathered all the fragments of the photo, and walked to the well with both hands to raise it.

"If you can still come out to have a meal like this, I, Xia Min, would like to call you the strongest."

Xia Min clapped his hands and retreated to the door of the house, grabbing the edge of the door with both hands, revealing half of his body, observing whether there would be any changes in the well.

However, to his disappointment, even this almost provocative behavior did not cause any change.

This couldn't help but make Xia Min feel a little confused.

Not to mention the evil spirits that are coiled in the village, even this kind of minion spirit doesn't seem to like to take care of itself, which makes Xia Min feel like ants everywhere on the side of the road to them, and he doesn't care at all.

But if so, why did the kid bring himself here, just so that he could see these people having dinner?

It reminded him of the time when the university's student union invited other departments to visit the ceremony.

I don't mean anything else, I just want you to see how awesome we are.

However, Xia Min is not an optimist, and he will not think that this evil spirit will be so boring, so he has to hold a review ceremony in front of him to make him exclaim, "There are so many ghosts, I am so scared".

But until now, Xia Min has not encountered any abnormalities against him, but he has been constantly stimulated, but he has not been fed as he should be, which makes him a little distressed.

Just as Xia Min was thinking about whether to go door to door to show their photos, the cabinet where he had been hiding suddenly sounded.

But Xia Min clearly remembered that there was nothing when he went in, could it be that there was something in the gap when he went out to raise the photo and came back?

When I was just hiding behind the door and looking out, wasn't there a pair of eyes staring at me in the room?

Thinking of this, Xia Minhu's body shook, and suddenly felt a chill in his back.

He pulled out the scythe in his pants directly, and then leaned over, moving a little bit towards the cabinet from the blind spot where he had been in the cabinet before, while his left hand slowly reached out to the doorknob.

"Squeak—"

The door was slammed open, but there was nothing inside, Xia Min suddenly thought of something and looked up.

A miserable white face was facing him, and those cold eyes were staring straight at him.

Xia Min subconsciously took a half step back, raised his scythe and confronted the guy.

The cabinet is very large, the drawer at the bottom is about half a meter high, and the top of the cabinet is about two meters from the ground.

If this thing didn't appear suddenly, then in fact, when Xia Min was in the cabinet, he was separated from him by a board, and on top of his head, which was less than ten centimeters away from him, he was lying on his stomach!

Thinking of this, Xia Min gritted his teeth, glared at the spirit, and couldn't help but say, "You fucking Voldemort! ”

And the spirit just stared at him, his mouth slowly opened, revealing his thin teeth, and made a sharp sound: "You killed the dog, Auntie will eat you." ”

Xia Min didn't turn around and ran, and after the frightened little heart calmed down, he kept his face on Ling, and while walking backwards towards the door, he stretched out his foot to close the door.

Although the cabinet was large, the top of the cabinet was still not big enough to hide an adult, and coupled with the small face plate peculiar to a girl, Xia Min speculated that it was probably as spiritual as the child who brought him in.

And it's strange that this spirit calls those who can eat dogs, and when you think about it, those spirits seem to be extremely sluggish, not as smart and humane as these children's spirits.

Xia Min couldn't help but speculate, could it be that the spirits here are still graded?

The spirit on the cabinet kept staring at Xia Min, without any emotion in his eyes, as if looking at weeds everywhere on the side of the road.

Xia Min pondered for a moment and asked tentatively, "Do you live here?" ”

The spirit nodded, "You broke into my house and killed my dog. ”

"You care about that man... Called a dog? Why? ”

"Because..."Ling showed a slightly thoughtful expression: "Because... Because my mother said he was my dog. ”

After thinking about it, he added: "It used to be a father, but now it's a dog." ”

Xia Min smiled with interest: "Oh? And what about your mom? ”

"Mother—" The spirit frowned and thought for a long time, and finally clenched his little fist and said with certainty:

"Mom was eaten by my mother, and the rest was fed to other dogs."