Squeak... Squeak ......

The sound of the door being gently slammed shut again and again seemed to be the door being blown by the wind.

Fang Zheng opened his eyes.

"Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou, have been quiet at the door for too long?"

Fang Zheng calculated silently in his heart, and he didn't hear the voices of the two for more than ten seconds, which immediately aroused his vigilance.

Nowadays, in this increasingly weird mountain village, any bit of wind and grass can affect tense nerves.

Fang Zheng got up.

With a solemn and solemn face, he pulled out the ghost head knife that had been hidden in the scabbard behind him, and the one-meter-long evil qi rolled and burned like a gray flame.

Squeak, Fang Zheng gently pushed open the bedroom door, it was dark outside the bedroom, it seemed that Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou were reluctant to turn on the light, and the whole house was dark and quiet.

Fang Zheng tried to press the light.

As a result, after several attempts, all the lights in the room seemed to be out of order, and none of the lights came on, and Fang Zheng was breathing.

He landed silently under his feet, and began to approach the gate silently with a ghost head knife in his hand.

Call.

A gust of wind poured into the house, and the door was driven by the wind to creak, creaking softly, and the previous abnormal sound came from here, unexpectedly, there was no Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou at the door, only the door was pitch black.

There doesn't seem to be even a hairy moon tonight, and there is not an inch of moonlight on the ground outside the house, only the darkness where you can't see your fingers.

Even the most insects and birds in the countryside are singing, and there is no sound of dogs barking.

Fang Zheng's gaze stopped at the position of the door frame, there was nothing at this time, Fang Zheng clearly remembered very clearly, there should have been a rooster hanging by Aunt Zhou.

Because Fang Zheng saw an iron nail nailed by Uncle Li on the door frame.

Fang's face changed slightly, and he immediately thought of the night when Widow Ma disappeared, and the rooster hanging on the door frame of her house disappeared inexplicably as it did today.

Call.

There was a cold night wind pouring into the house from the door, Fang Zheng was holding a ghost head knife in his hand, standing motionless on the inside of the door, holding his breath, he was listening intently to all the wind and grass around him, looking for Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou.

Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou disappeared for almost a minute, and their lives were in danger at any time.

The wind at night is very strong, blowing the black shadows of the trees in the mountains are swaying, like the heavy ghost shadows of teeth and claws, the distant mountains, the near trees, the jungle, and the houses, all of them are like black ghosts and dormant motionless, this night, it is too quiet.

Click... Suddenly, the sound of tree branches breaking was particularly harsh in the silence of the night.

"Who!"

Fang Zheng's hand holding the hilt of the knife tightened, and at this moment, a figure dozens of meters away hurriedly ran by, and immediately hid into the night.

Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed, the other party was just a person, he didn't carry or hold anyone else in his hands, he didn't rush out of the house and chase into the dangerous and unknown darkness.

The frightening experience at Li Peng's house made him cautious everywhere and didn't dare to take a wrong step.

Whether it was the resentment alone that could hurt his god and almost capsized in the middle gutter, or the even more bizarre super-large ghost hitting the wall this time, it made him feel jealous.

Call.

The cold night breeze poured into the house again, and seemed to roll up in the house like a dead leaf, and then blew towards the doorway where Fang Zheng was standing motionless, and crunched......

The door was driven by the wind and sounded softly, and it was about to close, Fang Zheng raised his hand against the door that was about to close, and when he pushed the door again, Fang Zheng's eyelids jumped heavily.

A wet woman's figure stood at the door at some point.

This is a person with deep-set eyes, pale and bloodless, wearing a plain white dress, and a long black hair that is wet and knotted together is scattered over his shoulders, and his whole body is soaked at the moment, and the water droplets are dripping down the corners of the skirt, and soon a pool of dark black water stains are formed on the soil under his feet.

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child......" the woman began, and the water on her body was still dripping down.

In fact, the village chief had already given an answer to the answer.

The village chief's accurate answer was: "Maybe it's raining heavily, and the child has gone into the mountains to hide from the rain, so you go into the mountains to look for it." ”

The wrong answer says, "Not seen." ”

However, all this is based on the premise that the village chief did not deceive, but if it is not only the mudslide landslide that is a ghost hitting the wall, but even the village chief is also a part of the ghost hitting the wall, then is this so-called accurate answer misleading?

Fang Zheng was not sure whether the village chief was real, the villagers were not real, and everything he saw in front of him was real.

Fang Zheng suddenly thought of an urban legend about the Rip Girl.

"Am I pretty?"

The answer is beautiful: Out!!

The answer is not pretty: Out!!

Anyway, as long as you answer along the hole in the rift girl's brain, no matter what the answer is, you have to die from front to back, front to right, front and back, up and down......

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child......"

The woman repeated.

Founder: "Man can be humble as dust, but not distorted as maggots." ”

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child......" the woman repeated for the third time, her voice calm and lifeless and weird throughout.

It seems that persuading ghosts to do good deeds doesn't work, or is it too literary and artistic, and ordinary people (ghosts) can't understand it?

Fang Zheng thought for a while and said: "Those who can open the soft corners of their hearts are good people, those who can quickly open the soft corners of their hearts are good people, and those who are always open and soft corners in their hearts are rotten good people." What kind of person are you?"

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child......" The woman repeated for the fourth time, still dripping with water on her body.

It seems that the chicken soup for the soul and the rhetorical question will not work......

Founder: "You know, the sun we see is the sun eight minutes ago, the moon we see is the moon one and three seconds ago, the building a mile away exists five microseconds ago, and even if you are one meter away from me, I see you three nanoseconds ago. What we see is the past, and everything will also pass. ”

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child......" The woman repeated for the fifth time.

The black line hangs down the door of the square head.

He was hopeless.

Actually trying to reason with a woman, the only truth in this world is that you can never talk to a woman about winning reasoning and philosophy of life.

Facing the empty gaze of the woman opposite, a cold sweat dripped from Fang Zheng's forehead.

My mind was racing to see if there were any other answers.

Wait for accurate answers online.

But Fang Zheng was soon frustrated and found that the brain cells were about to be squeezed dry, and there was no ink in his stomach.

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child......" For the sixth time, the woman looked at Fang Zheng, and her voice sounded calmly again.