was thinking about things in a distraught mood, and Xiaomei had already woken up and turned around.

But since she woke up, she just cried silently, which made Xiaobao at a loss, and began to keep saying words to comfort her.

I don't know if Xiaobao is stupid, or what, his persuasion, Xiaomei cried even more sadly.

Seeing that the matter was self-defeating, Xiaobao didn't dare to speak anymore with a red face, and stood by the bed in a daze and watched her cry, but there was nothing she could do.

This feeling is very bad, and it makes Xiaobao feel a deep sense of loss and frustration.

Such a depressing day lasted for several days.

When Grandma Sun's injuries improved, she personally arranged the mourning hall for Xiaomei's parents, and also did a ritual, saying that the coffin could be buried after seven days.

And the location of this mourning hall is actually an empty house in the backyard of one's house.

As soon as you enter the house, you can see two extremely conspicuous tablets on the offering table at first glance, and two black coffins are placed on the ground in the center, in which the remains of Xiaomei's parents lie quietly.

There were a few kerosene lamps that had been lit on the table around him, but the irregular beating of the flames made Xiaobao feel a little strange when he saw it......

That night, Xiaomei knelt in front of her parents' spirits and cried bitterly, Xiaobao saw that her heart was not good, and silently accompanied her to guard the spirit.

In the meantime, Xiaobao asked Grandma Sun if his parents also wanted to set up a tablet.

Grandma Sun said that his parents had not been able to find the bones since the last time the village was wiped out in Xini Village, and the tablet could not be erected for the time being.

Xiaobao felt very uncomfortable when he heard about it, and secretly vowed to step up his literacy and practice in the future, hoping to avenge his parents and fellow villagers as soon as possible.

In the second half of the night, Grandma Sun went back to rest, leaving only two small ones to keep vigil here.

Xiaomei cried and cried, and her voice gradually weakened.

Xiaobao knew that she was very tired, and persuaded her to go back to sleep, saying that he could help her keep a wake here.

Xiaomei didn't follow, and in the end, the two couldn't stand it, so they took a nap on a square table in the mourning hall.

......

The night was getting darker, and the moon was shrouded in a few dark clouds.

From time to time, a breeze blew into the mourning hall, quietly blowing out a few oil lamps, leaving only a few wisps of green smoke mixed with the smell of burnt smoke in the air.

I don't know when the wind outside is blowing stronger and stronger, and the sound of hissing can be faintly heard.

The wind not only blew the ashes of the paper money in the brazier on the ground, but also blew the plackets of the two little dolls in the mourning hall.

Xu was awakened by the strong wind, Xiaobao opened his eyes in a daze and looked outside.

It was pitch black outside, and it was difficult to discern things with the naked eye.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Xiaobao stood up from the chair with a thrill, only to feel that the temperature of the mourning hall dropped suddenly, and he shivered from the cold.

Subconsciously glanced at the two coffins, but found that something seemed to be sliding down the coffin to the ground, and it made a very rhythmic sound: "Tick, tick, tick......"

Xiaobao pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while, deeply confused, what kind of sound is this?

While secretly guessing, he walked to the coffin with the sound.

When he arrived at the coffin, Xiaobao widened his eyes and scanned back and forth on the coffin, and finally leaned down and reached out to touch the ground a few times.

In addition to touching the cold ground, his fingers quickly became stained with viscous liquid.

I put it under my nostrils and smelled it, and I noticed that it had a salty smell, like a stinky fish that had been sitting there for days.

"Uh......"

Xiaobao really couldn't stand this strange smell, quickly took his hand away from under his nose, squatted on the ground and retched uncontrollably.

Enduring the discomfort in his stomach, Xiaobao took out a match and lit a kerosene lamp, so that he could see what was on his palm clearly.

Blood?

Xiaobao looked at the ground in confusion and found a large area of blood flowing under the coffin.

When I looked up, I saw that blood was pouring out from the gap in the coffin lid.

Seeing this vision, Xiaobao trembled with fright, who knew that by the light of the fire, Xiaobao also discovered something even more terrifying to him.

It was two shadows reflected on the wall in front of him.

Xiaobao blinked, thinking that he was just dazzled, and when he rubbed his eyes and looked at the wall again, the result was still the same.

That's right! There are indeed two shadows on the wall.

Turning his head to look at Xiaomei, who was sleeping on the table, Xiaobao was even more panicked: There are only two of us in this room, except for me who is awake, is there anyone else in the house?

Could it be that Grandma Sun came over while we were asleep?

Although there was a trace of luck in his heart, Xiaobao still felt a chill down his spine, and when he looked back slowly with a stiff body, he found that there was no one behind him.

Xiaobao clenched his fists hard, his palms were white, his lips trembled and he looked at the wall in front of him again, and suddenly found that the extra shadow actually moved by itself, and it was still squirming.

Look, the shadow seems to be struggling to break free from the wall.

In just a few seconds, Xiaobao's worst fears still happened.

The black shadow really peeled off from the wall, faintly turned into a humanoid object, and walked towards Xiaobao step by step.

"Hell!!"

Xiaobao exclaimed, and sat on the ground in fright, his body kept falling backwards, until he was close to the door frame, he got up from the ground in a panic and ran straight out of the door.

The light around was dim, the cold wind was howling, and Xiao Bao struggled without looking back, just running forward.

Now he just wants to find Granny Sun as soon as possible, so that Granny Sun can come and deal with this strange black shadow.

But to Xiaobao's surprise, he found himself running and running, and he didn't know when he actually ran to the village road.

Although the things around him were familiar, the village was extremely quiet at this time, and the silence made people feel a little hairy.

The atmosphere was a little eerie.

Because the usual chickens and dogs barked, and noisy human voices were all gone.

Xiaobao wiped the cold sweat from his face, slowing down his pace with trepidation, hoping to see some familiar villagers.

Unbeknownst to him, as soon as this thought flashed through his heart, many villagers came out from around the village.

They seemed very happy to see Xiaobao, and people kept coming over to ask for warmth and chatter.

Seeing these familiar villagers, Xiaobao's heart finally felt a lot more at ease, and even the fear just now was diluted.

At this time, I don't know who spoke: "Don't be stunned, don't be stunned, it's not too late to send Xiaobao home first, you see how pitiful he is alone here!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

When everyone heard this, they began to echo the proposal, and they all agreed with the proposal.

Xiaobao also felt warm in his heart, but at the same time there was a little confusion: how pitiful is it to be lonely and lonely here? What does that mean?

Just as he was suspicious, two villagers had already come over to take him by the hand, and a crowd of people surrounded him and dragged him forward.

But as he walked, Xiaobao found something unusual, because the villagers did not send him home at all, but walked straight out of the village.

"Wait a minute! Where are you taking me? ”

Xiaobao turned his head to ask the villagers beside him, but he didn't mean to reply.

In desperation, Xiaobao had no choice but to ask another villager beside him, but the result was surprisingly consistent, and the villager didn't mean to reply.

It was only then that Xiaobao began to panic a little and shouted loudly for them to let go.

Who knew that instead of letting go, they grabbed Xiaobao's palm even harder, and even the speed under their feet was a little faster.

Xiaobao was sweating profusely on his forehead, constantly struggling and screaming.

But this still didn't help, and Xiaobao found that he still couldn't get rid of their shackles, and could only watch as he was taken out of the village by them.