The photo was taken in the dark, and I didn't know very clearly, but I just vaguely felt that it should be a woman's face. She hid in the darkness behind her, as if she was peeping at something. The eyes are dull and dead gray.

If I had to say it, I believe this picture is a ghost.

Why was such a horrific photo taken?

I put down the picture and looked like the corpse on the couch. I thought to myself that this photo should have been taken by this person.

The corpse was an old man, as could be seen from the gray hair. He was wearing a gray tunic with a few cobwebs on it. In such a humid environment, the corpse was relatively well preserved, although there were some signs of decay, but most of the flesh and skin were still there. It's just that the water is gone, and it's a bit like a dried corpse.

The skin on the corpse's face is purple, and I don't know if it takes on this color after death. At this time, he looked at the face of the corpse with some fear.

It's a strange fear, and it's definitely not just the color of this corpse that can give me.

What is it?

I couldn't even breathe, looking carefully for the source of my fear.

Overall, the corpse had a strange feeling.

While I was observing this corpse, Geng Yan was actually secretly observing the corpse from the side. She did not dare to face the corpse directly, but covered her eyes with her hands and observed between her fingers.

I looked amused, and wanted to say a few words to her.

At this moment, she gasped and said, "It's laughing."

I jerked my head back, and my gaze shot at the corpse's face. I believe my eyesight is fierce, and it's another way for me to embolden myself. Bring all the fears out of your eyes.

Geng Yan continued to whisper on the side: "Look at the corners of his mouth, there is a kind of curvature, as if he is grinning."

I could feel her trying to control her emotions. After a moment she continued, "Is he still alive? ”。

The corpse was indeed strange, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was indeed like smiling at someone, but if he was still alive, it was absolutely impossible.

Could it be that this is a ghost?

That's not right, people are too honest. Will the ghost look at you motionlessly? Absolutely not.

This corpse is definitely not that simple. I thought, bowed to the corpse, and said something deceitful.

While speaking, his eyes were not idle, and he carefully looked at the corpse to see what would happen.

Fortunately, this guy is still good, and nothing weird happened. But at this time, I found another strange place.

There was something in the hands of the corpse.

He was sunk into the couch, his hands on his sides. It's like a person who is extremely tired and suddenly sits down.

It was in the palm of his left hand. I looked at the leaking corner and thought, what will not let go of him after he is dead?

Is it a passbook?

Geng Yan had already eased up from the intimidation and urged me, "Let's go."

I looked at her firm chest angrily and said, "Go?" What are you here for? Now that I think about it, if you didn't come here, there would be nothing to do. ”。

She was so robbed by me that she couldn't say a word. I don't think she, a goddess-like person, has ever encountered such embarrassment, and her heart is secretly refreshed.

I clenched my left hand and walked to the side of the corpse, folded my hands and bowed again, offended. Then I bent down and broke his palm.

This guy was probably clenched into a fist when he died, and his hands were now dried into chicken feet, and it took me a lot of effort to break him still.

I got up and muttered, since your old man is gone, the things in this yang world should be put aside. As the saying goes, dust to dust, dust to dust, everyone will have this day. Then who taught us that we can't be speculative, if he knows that you don't let go of these worldly things......

I babbled on and found that it didn't make sense. He simply stopped talking and went back to breaking his fingers.

Maybe it was because I used too much strength to hear the 'rattle', and the thin fingers were actually broken by me.

I was shocked, thinking that something bad would happen, and that it would not be a death to break someone's fingers. But after observing it for a while, the corpse did not change. I put my mind at ease and took out the thing in my hand.

It was the same paper on the table, crumpled by him. 、

I looked out and saw that it was only a few short lines, but it was a few lines that made my heart tremble.

[You are the only ones who can ignore the above two notes.] I'm sorry to have you track it down for so long, only to see my body. And one last word, watch out for ghosts. 】。

After reading this note, cold sweat ran down my forehead. Damn, this old guy is dead and he's going to make trouble for others. No matter what hatred he had with another group of people, unfortunately, Geng Yan and I were both involved by chance.

I showed the note to Geng Yan, and she pointed to the broken bed with a pale face, and said with her lips, "Run?" ”。

I nodded.

She said, "Run? ”。

Run? Run you uncle, I scolded with my lips.

Suddenly, a creak came from the position of the bed, startling both Geng Yan and me.

The bed was made of iron, and it was rusting badly. The quilt on the bed was rolled up in a ball, as if a person was wrapped in it.

I gritted my teeth, squeezed out some of the blood in my left hand, and after coating Geng Yan's hands, I whispered, "Lao Tzu has precious blood." It's an artifact for slaying demons and demons, and I'll see how powerful I am later."

After speaking, he picked up the teacup on the coffee table and walked to the bed. I don't know how many years the quilt has been here, it's all blackened, and if I touch it with my hands, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear the nausea. So use a teacup instead.

The quilt was very damp, and unexpectedly it was dirty, but there wasn't much dust. It only took me a moment to realize that something was wrong.

This quilt seems to be really fucking wrapped in something. That's definitely not an illusion, and I suddenly don't dare to continue now.

Think, what if the flying mirror deceives me, and my blood has no effect on driving away evil spirits? Isn't this pushing yourself to a dead end?

Judging by the voice just now, the thing inside this quilt is likely to be a living one, otherwise it would never have made a sound.

I had the audacity to open it and take a look, but suddenly something bounced out inside, as if it had been pressed with a spring underneath.

My heart is in my throat, but fortunately, I haven't passed out because of the strange things I've had a lot of lately.

But Geng Yan had already screamed and fainted.

In a hurry, I couldn't tell whether he was scared to death or fainted.

His eyes remained motionless as he stared at something on the bed.

The thing sat up and jumped in the direction of the doorway. This is definitely not something that humans can do.

It was a long-haired naked woman staring at me motionless with a pair of dead gray eyes when she landed.

I suddenly remembered the face in the photo hiding behind the coffin.