If that person doesn't have bad intentions, it's fine, but if he has evil thoughts in his heart, then I won't be more than lucky.

Xiao Bao thought about it and decided not to go in, so he turned around and prepared to return the way he came.

"Crunch..."

Just as Xiaobao was about to leave here, the door behind him actually opened a gap by himself very abruptly.

Xiaobao turned around and cautiously looked inside the room through the crack in the door.

He found that it was indeed dark inside, so it was impossible to see if there was anyone inside.

To go in, or not to go in?

Xiao Bao was stunned and thought about it again and again, but he finally reached out and gently pushed the door open.

The darkness is like a ghost, silently merging with Xiaobao's figure.

Xiaobao took small steps very cautiously and slowly walked inside.

After a while, he felt as if he had hit something foreign.

This discovery surprised Xiaobao: Could this be the one who knocked on my room just now?

He reflexively took a few steps back, and as his eyes gradually adjusted to his surroundings, he could barely see that the thing in front of him looked like a huge coffin.

Coffin?

Xiaobao's heart beat a little hard, and he glanced back and forth in the room in astonishment.

He found it to look familiar.

After only looking at it for a long time, Xiaobao suddenly remembered that he had been here before.

Because this is the room where the dead are kept.

It was here that he came across the emerald red, covered in a white cloth.

Thinking of this, Xiaobao suddenly felt a chill down his spine: I, how did I come back here by the ghost.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the swallowing sound coming from his throat was so clear and audible.

Xiaobao wanted to turn around and run, but his legs and feet were really weak, which made his current situation somewhat embarrassing.

"Hey, anyone?"

A weak call came out of Xiaobao's mouth.

But as soon as these words came out, even Xiaobao himself felt a little out of place.

He muttered to himself in a wistful way: It was really funny to say such a brainless thing in a place full of coffins at night.

He wiped a cold sweat on his face with a little weakness, but unexpectedly, the originally dark room suddenly lit up.

The light came from a kerosene lamp hanging from the beam above his head.

"Ahh Ghosts, there are ghosts! ”

Xiao Bao stared at the kerosene lamp with big eyes and roared wildly.

He sat down on the ground in a slightly embarrassed state, and judging by the panicked expression on his face, he was panicked to the extreme.

But after a long shout, the room was surprisingly quiet.

Although no one else appeared here, the kerosene lamp that burned by itself still tormented Xiaobao's fragile heart all the time.

Xiaobao would never be so stupid as to think that a kerosene lamp could light it on its own, and he firmly believed in his heart that either someone did it on purpose or there was something evil at hand.

He would rather believe in the first possibility, but never believe in the second.

Xiaobao twisted his neck and looked at the wide open door behind him.

It was as quiet as ever, and there was no sign of anyone running out of it.

Xiaobao slowly withdrew his gaze, panting heavily.

He still felt a lingering feeling about the spontaneous combustion of the kerosene lamp just now: it seems that there is no second person in this room except me.

So, so there's only one last possibility.

That is, there must be some kind of evil hidden in the house.

But even if there was an evil spirit, why didn't it come out to scare me, but helped me escape from the room before?

Xiaobao thought about it calmly, and he felt that this matter was a little strange.

Look, the evil doesn't seem to have any malice, and it seems like it was deliberately luring me here.

Although he had a preliminary calculation in his heart, Xiaobao still didn't understand the evil intentions.

Xindao: What is its purpose?

Is it just trying to play a joke on me?

Just when he was puzzled, a coffin in the room made a noise, "Bang." ”

This voice is not big or small, but it is enough for Xiaobao to hear it clearly.

Xiao Bao stared at the coffin with bated breath, at this moment, he always felt that something unpredictable might happen next.

Xiaobao's nerves tensed, and he slowly approached the coffin silently.

He was going to open the coffin and take a look.

Although he knew that it was a bit reckless to do so, this seemingly ordinary coffin was like a magnet at the moment, constantly attracting Xiaobao's attention.

Xiao Bao didn't know where he got the courage, and he slowly opened the coffin that made a sound.

But when the coffin was opened, he was dumbfounded.

Because in this coffin, he actually saw his long-dead father 'Dong Dachun'.

"Daddy!"

Two lines of tears instantly slipped out of the corners of Xiaobao's eyes.

After that, as if he was stunned, he actually opened all the coffins around him one by one.

Each corpse was decomposed to a different degree, but without exception it exuded a variety of unbearable stenchs.

And what shocked Xiaobao even more than the smell was that he still found the body of his mother Zhang Hongyu in these coffins.

The mother stared at a pair of gray eyes and lay quietly in the coffin, probably because of the long time, the mother's skin shrank badly, so she couldn't help but look a little hideous and terrifying at the moment.

Xiaobao felt that his parents had died unjustly, and even if he was lying in the coffin at the moment, he couldn't rest in peace, which really made him feel heartbroken as a son.

Xiaobao wiped her tears while trying to wipe off her mother's eyelids.

But the strange thing is that no matter what methods Xiaobao tries, he can't let his mother close her eyes.

I saw that my mother was still looking at Xiaobao with those hideous and gray eyes, as if she was silently accusing him of the murderer's obvious crime.

Xiaobao collapsed to the ground with tears streaming down his face, and this feeling of separation of flesh and bone made his heart like a knife.

After crying silently for a while, Xiaobao will notice that something is wrong.

He shook his head hard, trying to calm himself down.

I remember that Uncle Cheng had said that he and my father had been friends for many years, and I believed his nonsense at that time.

Now that I think about it, I can't believe what he said, because my parents are dead, and even if he talks nonsense, there is no proof of death.

Even if he wanted to deceive me, I couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Thinking of this, Xiaobao suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart: Uncle Cheng knew so much about the Xini Village tragedy, could he be the murderer behind the scenes?

Xiaobao subconsciously shuddered, if I was really unfortunate enough to be said, then wouldn't my current situation be very dangerous.

The kerosene lamp wasted no time in making two slight 'snapping' sounds, as if to set off his trembling and restless heart.

But then Xiaobao thought about it, if Uncle Cheng is really the real murderer behind the scenes, then why did he have such a big reaction when I mentioned Zhang Dezhi?

Is he pretending?

Xiao Bao thought about it and felt that the whole thing was contradictory and complicated.

Although Uncle Cheng's identity was not confirmed, Xiaobao, who was suspicious in his heart, still decided to leave here: "No, this place is so weird, it makes me feel restless if I stay for a second longer, so it's better for me to run away quickly." ”

Thinking of this, Xiaobao didn't dare to hesitate to re-cover those coffins.

Then before leaving, he knocked his parents a few times, and then he blew out the lights and left in a hurry.

The night was very dark.

It's so dim that you can't see the road in front of you.

Xiaobao stumbled all the way to the location of the kitchen, he half-squatted in front of the low fence under the cover of night, and secretly listened to Wang Tao and Uncle Cheng without daring to breathe.

"Come on, come on, raise the wine glass for me, I'm very happy today, you are not allowed to dismiss my face, everyone has to drink a few sips of wine."

Uncle Cheng held the wine glass with a slightly red face, and smiled at the emerald red and said.

Wang Tao seemed to be extremely hungry, and he only cared about gobbling up the food.

If Uncle Cheng hadn't suddenly persuaded him to drink at this time, he would have been too lazy to raise his head.

The four of them smiled and each touched their glasses before they began to drink.

Xiaomei took a sip of wine very implicitly, but her tongue was also spicy.

Uncle Cheng smiled even more happily when he saw this: "Eat the food mat, let's eat it, it'll be fine." ”

Xiaomei was very well-behaved, but Wang Tao didn't forget to remind: "I said uncle, let's put this quack and eat and drink, then Xiaobao, the groom, will not be hungry for a while." I wondered if we might as well bring him something to eat. ”

Xiaobao, who was hiding in the shadows, heard this, and couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart: Although Brother Wang Tao is a cheat, his heart is still good, and it is not in vain that I took the risk to come back to save them.

However, the warmth in Xiaobao's heart didn't last long, and he heard Uncle Cheng decisively veto Wang Tao's proposal: "Don't send him food yet!" Hungry for a while, you can't starve to death. ”

Speaking of this, he turned his head and smiled at Cui Hong: "The matter of delivering food, you will have to run by the bride yourself for a while, so that the little rabbit cub... Uh, no, it's my brother-in-law who remembers your kindness. ”

"Oh, brother, have you drunk too much?"

Cui Hong pretended not to be angry and rolled her eyes at him: "I won't bring him food, he doesn't have long legs, why don't you come over to eat by yourself." ”

"Tut-tut, why are you so ruthless, isn't it impossible for people to get out, if he can come by himself, do I still need you to deliver food?"

"I'm not going, anyway, like you said, I'm hungry and I can't starve to death, why do I have to get used to him."

Cui Hong looked indifferent and took care of the dishes by herself, so that Wang Tao, who was watching the excitement on the sidelines, was startled: "Damn, you are murdering your husband, it seems that Xiaobao will have a hard life in the future..."

"Bang!"

Cuihong's face instantly gloomy when she heard this, she slapped her chopsticks on the table, and then glared at Wang Tao with very threatening eyes and said, "What do you want?" Isn't it looking for a draw! ”

Wang Tao smashed his lips, stretched out his hand to block his eyebrows, and said insincerely: "I mean, Xiaobao will be old and happy in the future, the kind of old happiness and old happiness." ”

"Hmph, count you as acquaintances."

Seeing Wang Tao's instant confession, Cui Hong nodded with great satisfaction,