He turned his head, and the first thing he saw was a black fluffy, tail?

This, what is this?!

His gaze slowly moved upwards, and every inch he moved became a little nervous.

Until that face met his eye.

Isn't that the girl who was in the pavilion that day?

Jiang Hansheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Today, she wore a plain cheongsam, half-pulled her hair, one hand on his shoulder, and a little black cat in the other.

The black cat lay meekly in its arms, completely devoid of a harsh breath, and even trembled a little.

The girl slowly stood up, and the hand that had been on his shoulder began to caress the black cat gently.

But the cat, the center of the eyebrows is a little red, that's not the one just now.

"Little ...... Heart. Remembering that Yuanjun was scratched just now, Jiang Hansheng said with some concern.

The cheongsam woman looked at him and smiled.

"Don't worry, it doesn't dare to make a mistake."

"So you can talk."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Girl, this is the second time we've met. I've seen it before when it was raining heavily in the pavilion. ”

The woman smiled and didn't speak, and after a long time, she looked at Jiang Hansheng and said.

"Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world, sir?"

"Of course I don't believe it, where are the ghosts in this world?"

Why even she said these ghost things.

The woman didn't say anything, turned and prepared to leave.

"Girl, what's your name?"

"If Mr. survives the eighth day of junior high school, it's not too late for us to talk."

The woman dropped such a meaningful sentence and left.

Why do you feel that there is an unusually eerie atmosphere?

The cheongsam woman disappeared into the night as if she had never appeared.

What does it mean to survive the eighth day of junior high school?

Night.

A terrible cry streaked across the night sky, followed by a continuous, somewhat low and eerie cry, like a baby's cry, and even a hint of heartbreaking.

This is? Cat.

Although Jiangfu is big, it is well organized on weekdays, and there has never been any wild cats and wild dogs.

It's noisy.

Jiang Hansheng rolled over, changed his position and continued to sleep.

But the cat's meow outside the window grew louder and louder, as if it was lying by his window.

Outside the courtyard where he lived was a large garden, which had been neatly tidied in the past, and there had never been any wild cats.

Could it be that a wild cat ran from somewhere today.

Gotta get rid of this guy.

He got up from the bed, rubbed his eyes, walked to the window and opened it.

The moment the window was opened, all the sound stopped.

The night was dark, the silence outside was terrible, and there was no movement anywhere, not even a dark shadow.

It's strange, could it be that I'm dreaming again?

He yawned as he returned to bed.

But as soon as he lay down on the bed, the voice began to sound again.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, all the sounds stopped abruptly, and he repeated this several times, and he was impatient, and he fell asleep with his head covered by the quilt.

This time, no matter what the sound was, he wouldn't get up.

Meow......

Tuk Tuk ......

Tick tock......

Why is there still the sound of dripping water? No matter what, Jiang Hansheng buried his whole body in the quilt and ignored all the sounds outside.

I stayed up until dawn.

"Young Master, are you up?"

A scream came from Jiang Hansheng's room, and Jiang Wen hurriedly opened the door when he heard the sound.

The strong smell of blood came from the surface, and I saw my young master sitting under the bed, his face frightened, and there were large patches of blood on his face and clothes and sheets.

"Jiang Wen, close the door."

"Yes, young master."

Jiang Wen shuddered and closed the door and knelt down in front of Jiang Hansheng.

"Young Master, what's going on?"

Jiang Hansheng pointed his finger to the ceiling, and Jiang Wen looked at it.