In June, it happened to be the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, and the weather was a little humid and hot, even if it didn't rain, it seemed that you could feel the moisture coming out of the ground.

The wet weather added to the restlessness.

Between the mountain roads, two men, one tall and one short, were walking forward.

"Young master, let's wait for Chu Jiu and his wife to go down the mountain together, or let the driver send you, so I don't know when I will go on foot."

The short man said.

"That's not good, if Mrs. Jiang knows that I'm leaving, you can't find a rope to tie me up in the temple, I won't do it."

"But..."

"What are you afraid of, there are no wild beasts in this mountain, and they won't take you away."

"I'm not a beast, I'm afraid of ......"

"Jiang Wen, why haven't you seen you for so many years, why are you still so timid. Looking at your timid appearance, it is possible that there are still female ghosts in this mountain. ”

"Young master, there are indeed ghosts in this mountain."

"You are a feudal superstitious thought, there are no ghosts in this world."

Before he could finish speaking, the rain began to fall.

The rain came unexpectedly in June, and it began to fall like that.

Jiang Hansheng and Jiang Wen hurriedly ran.

It didn't take long to see the pavilion in the distance, but Jiang Wen trembled and pulled Jiang Hansheng and refused to move forward.

"Young master, look there, the ...... in white clothes"

In the pavilion, a woman in white sat there, as if she were a ghost.

Jiang Hansheng was irritable by the rain, where did he care about this, he directly threw off Jiang Wen and ran into the pavilion, watching his young master enter, Jiang Wen had no choice but to follow in.

Jiang Hansheng shook his wet hair, and then he remembered to take a closer look at the woman in white.

What a girl who is so watery. Jiang Hansheng thinks that there are countless women, there are really few girls who are so smart, with fair complexion, delicate eyebrows, half-pulled hair, wearing a white cheongsam, beautiful, really beautiful.

Jiang Hansheng naturally sat next to the woman in white and began to talk.

"Which lady is the girl, why is she here alone?"

"Are you separated from your family?"

From beginning to end, the woman in white was as indifferent as if she couldn't hear.

The woman in white looked at Jiang Hansheng without saying a word, and after a while, she held up the red oil-paper umbrella and walked into the rain.

Jiang Hansheng looked at the back of the woman in white leaving thoughtfully.

"Young master, you said that how can there be such a beautiful girl in this deep mountain and old forest, I heard that only female ghosts or monsters will appear in these places in the storytelling of the book before. And, ah, they're all very beautiful, do you think this girl will be? ”

"Really?"

"Why is a young girl wearing such a white shirt, don't you think it's strange, young master?"

"Strange, strange."

"Young Master, have you found anything?" Jiang Wenxin followed suit, could it be that the young master had discovered something?

Jiang Hansheng shook his head helplessly.

"It's a pity that such a good-looking woman can't speak."

……

Suddenly, the woman in white turned her head and looked in Jiang Hansheng's direction with a meaningful smile.

Just turned around for a moment, and then disappeared into the rain with an umbrella.

Jiang Wen shuddered.

"Young master, don't you feel as if it's suddenly colder."

"Really? It does seem to be a little colder, ahhhh

"Young master, are you alright?"

"It's okay, ah... Sneezing..."

After returning from the mountain that day, Jiang Hansheng, who had always been in good health, fell ill and had a fever for three days and three nights.

He lay in bed and had nightmares every day and night.

In the dream, there is a woman in white. I can't see my face clearly, but I can see clearly that I am wearing a white cheongsam, just like ... It was exactly the same as the dress the girl was wearing that day.

In the dream, the woman cried and cried.

Childe, Childe. Would you marry me?

The woman's hair was scattered, and her face could not be seen clearly.

She stretched out her arm, and the skin exposed in her long-sleeved robe was shocking, and it was covered with bloody whip marks.

The cold hand slowly reached out, and then pinched his neck.

You negative man......

By the time Jiang Hansheng struggled from the nightmare, it had been three days later, but the strange things had just begun one by one.