In the simple farmhouse, Murong Xi and Tong Yao sat opposite each other, and Xiao Bai stayed behind Tong Yao's side.

Tong Yao tightly held the fairy sword that Murong Xi gave her, and her eyes were always concerned about the wind and grass outside the door.

Compared to her nervousness, Murong Xi was obviously much more relaxed.

He played with the bone flute, as if he was just passing the time of boredom.

Daylilies stood by her father's bedside and watched the backs of the three of them.

"Attention, it's coming."

As soon as Murong Xi's cold voice fell, the others heard the footsteps of "Quack".

The footsteps were heavy, as if they were carrying some heavy load.

Murong Xi and Tong Yao looked at each other, and Tong Yao's hand tightened on the hilt of the sword.

The footsteps were getting closer, and a gust of wind blew by, making the door panel rattle.

Murong Xi's hand was pinched in his sleeve, and a low incantation began to echo in the room.

Heavy footsteps stopped outside the door, and in the middle of the day, the owner of the footsteps walked through the door panel and into the room.

"Quack"

"Quack"

Tong Yao and Xuancao both opened their eyes wide, and they closed their mouths tightly and didn't dare to make a sound.

What appeared in front of him was an immature boy with a huge coffin on his back.

The weak child's voice sounded with a soul-stirring force, wafting in the air:

"Father, father, did you just leave me alone?"

Murong Xi's gaze shifted to the side with the boy, but the spell in his mouth did not stop.

Seeing this child, Daylily was skinny, and her eyes were deep-set, because she was a little struggling to carry the heavy coffin.

With the child's call, the father's hand on the bed seemed to move slightly, and then, his eyes suddenly opened.

Daylily subconsciously covered her mouth with one hand, and great fear surrounded her.

The father on the bed sat up slowly, looked at the boy with blank eyes, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

"Father, father, will you go back to Mother with me?"

The boy's thin voice sounded again, and there was a hint of evil in his eyes.

The farmer nodded blankly, stretched out his right hand, and placed it in the boy's hand.

The corners of the boy's mouth moved, as if he were smiling, but not like he was smiling.

He took the farmer's hand, and the farmer slowly stood up with the movement of his hand.

"Quack"

"Quack"

Step by step, I walked towards the door.

The boy's figure had once again penetrated the door, but his father's footsteps stayed at the door.

"Knock".

He was slammed against the door panel by the boy's hand, and in the quiet of the room, his heart tightened.

The boy's footsteps outside the door seemed to have stopped.

"Quack"

"Quack"

He returned to the room and looked at the farmer who couldn't get through the door.

Why is this happening?

The boy took the farmer's hand again and pulled him outward.

With a "bang", the hand hit the door panel again.

The boy's expression changed from the smug expression just now to a little panicked, and he raised his head and looked around, only to find that the eight directions of the room were all marked with charms.

So, the farmer can't get out of this room?!

The boy's eyes were furious with rage, and he looked around again, but there was no one to be seen.

"Who? Who is it? Who's holding me back?! ”

With this creepy voice, Murong Xi's figure appeared in front of him.