It was Song Gan's voice, and it sounded like it was very weak and painful, and it was a little difficult for the hoarse voice to speak, could it be that it was injured?

Song Qian has always been a person I respect, and when I heard Song Gan's voice, I didn't want to walk into the house.

Bang, when I walked into the house, I suddenly found that Song Qian's room had become very dilapidated, the ice cracks of the wooden windows had been damaged a lot, and there should have been white window paper on them, but they were also dilapidated at the moment, and from time to time there was a cold wind blowing from outside, blowing the broken window paper rattling, which sounded very miserable.

There was no bed in the room, and there was no solid wood furniture, which was not at all the same as the last time I saw it, if it wasn't for the fact that I walked in through Song Gan's door just now, I would have thought I had entered the wrong room.

"Brother Qian, where are you?"

Although this house is very strange and bleak, I can't care about these things at the moment, I just want to ask Song Qian's situation, I hope he doesn't have an accident.

The whole room was cold and shabby, there was almost no furniture placed, I looked at all the places at a glance, but I didn't find Song Gan at all, I couldn't help but feel a little hairy in my heart, I obviously heard Song Gan's voice just now, why can't I find Song Gan's person now.

Could it be that Song Qian is dead, and the person who called me just now is a ghost?

"Brother Qian, where are you?"

I screamed again, but there was still no response, and just as I was about to shout again and exit, the only wooden table in the center of the room suddenly shook, and then the two candles lit themselves with two bangs.

With the help of the light of the candle, I saw that there was a big picture of Song Qian on the table, in front of the photo there were two pots of fruit, and in the front position, there were three incense sticks, and the incense was still burning slowly, emitting a faint smoke.

My whole body couldn't help but tighten, this is a formation that only worships the dead, could it be that Song Qian is really dead, but who did it, and who made him a mourning hall?

Yes, it must be that dry corpse, could it be that Song Gan's dry corpse comrades had a mad attack, killed Song Gan, and then went to Nanshan Park to take away the bodies of Fang Ziyi and Grandma Huang?

But it doesn't seem right to think about it, Song Gan and the dry corpse comrade-in-arms have been together for decades, if the dry corpse wants to kill Song Gan, there is no need to wait until now, the variable is the corpse of Fang Ziyi and Grandma Huang, maybe the dry corpse was bewitched and controlled by someone, and after going to Nanshan Park, Song Qian found out, so he killed Song Gan.

Anyway, I guessed in my heart that it was the dry corpse that killed Song Gan, in fact, I was instinctively favoring Song Gan when I thought so, after all, he helped me so much, I really don't want him to harm me and use me, only by putting all the sins on the dry corpse can I maintain the image of Song Gan in my heart.

"Brother Qian, is it the one who killed you?"

My voice was a little stunned, although the dry corpse had a lifelong friendship with Song Gan, and he also sacrificed his life to save Song Gan's life, but he had no interest in me, if it was really the dry corpse that killed Song Gan, I would definitely not show mercy to the dry corpse.

"Qin Ling, it's great that you can come here." The candlelight suddenly flickered, and the whole room seemed to be shaking, but the black-and-white photo on the table seemed to come to life, and Song Qian inside actually spoke to me.

Brother Qian, I walked to the table and said loudly to him: "Brother Qian, you said who killed you, I will avenge you." ”

"It doesn't matter who killed me, Qin Ling, do you have a lot of things you want to ask me now, just ask now, as long as I know, I will definitely tell you." Song Qian's appearance seemed to be very hurried, the candlelight swayed more quickly, and the sudden rhythm made people nervous unconsciously.

I also knew that now was not the time for ink, and Song Qian didn't seem to have much time, so I immediately asked: "Brother Qian, I want to ask you, is the Fengxue Linchuan tea you gave me a blood-scaled ghost doll." ”

"What is a Bloodscale Doll?" What surprised me a little was that Song Qian actually asked me back, it seemed that he didn't know anything about the blood-scaled ghost doll, and after a pause, Song Qian continued: "But the wind and blood Linchuan tea you are talking about, it is indeed not the real wind and blood Linchuan tea, but the elixir prepared by fusing a large number of medicinal materials with goldfish blood. ”

"That goldfish is the Bloodscale Ghost Doll." When I heard Song Qian's words, I immediately yelled loudly, forcibly held back the nausea in my stomach, suppressed my anger and said loudly: "Brother Qian, why are you eating a blood-scaled ghost doll for me?" ”

"What's wrong with those goldfish?" Song Qian asked me a little puzzled, and then said, "I don't know if those fish are koi fish or what kind of blood-scaled ghost doll they are, I just know that they were asked by Huang Shenpo to give you a drink." ”

"Grandma Huang." I couldn't help but be shocked when I heard Song Gan's words, how did the bloodscale ghost doll have a relationship with Grandma Huang, thinking of the scene of Grandma Huang's death in Nanshan Park to save me, I was still very sad, but now this is the bloodscale ghost doll that I hate the most, but it seems to be Grandma Huang's arrangement, which makes me feel indescribable.

"How is that possible?" I couldn't help but say something, but I immediately realized that saying this was likely to hurt Song Gan, and sure enough, Song Qian snorted coldly, and then said to me: "What's impossible, those goldfish were all sent by Huang Shenpo." ”

As soon as Song Qian finished speaking, suddenly a cold wind blew in from the broken window, and then rolled up on the candle flame, and the two candles were extinguished at the same time, click, and the three lit incense sticks broke from it at the same time, and there was no smell of incense in the room.

I hurriedly looked at the table and found that the fruits on the two plates had long been shriveled like stones, black and black without any moisture, and the air was still filled with a musty smell, as for Song Gan's black and white photo, I couldn't find it at all.

"Brother Qian, where are you?"

I secretly have a bad feeling in my heart, Song Qian was probably taken away by something, the cold wind just now definitely didn't appear plainly, it would be good if the dark dragon was there, with his perception, he would definitely know the source of the strange wind.

Bang, the broken wooden door was blown open by the cold wind, as if to let me leave, although I really wanted to continue to look for Song Gan, but I knew in my heart that Song Qian was not in this room, I could only walk outside, but I had just taken a step, and the scene in front of me suddenly changed.

The surrounding lights suddenly turned on, and the eyes were clean and tidy windows, the window paper on them was white and flawless, on the right hand side was a single bed, the quilt on the top was very regular, and the left hand side was the position of the east wall, which was a whole mahogany furniture, which was very antique and atmospheric.