I pondered Ye Zihan's red-faced sister and imagined the scene of her jumping into the lake and martyrdom. "I want to see that lake."

"Okay, I'll take you. But one thing I remember, we don't seem to have breakfast yet. Xiao Se got up from the ground, grabbed my arm and pulled me up, "Climb over the mountain in front of you to the lake, the road is not easy to walk, but it is much closer." I remember there was a kiosk on the side of the mountain road, and I happened to go there to buy some food. ”

I followed him and walked up the hill, where the weeds and boulder slopes were full of trees. Xiao took my hand and helped me step over a boulder or through a thorny area from time to time. The ballet dancer's feet need to be protected, I was worried about the injury of my feet, so I could only let him hold his hand, his hand was thick and strong, I don't know if it was because the weather was too hot, my palm was sweating.

The towering trees couldn't block the sun, and the sun was gradually strengthening its power, and before long, I was drenched in sweat, and the back of my T-shirt was already drenched with sweat. He found a shade tree and moved two stones and placed them there. "You sit down and rest for a while, the commissary is in front, I'll go buy food."

It was very shady under the trees, so I sat on the rocks to rest, and the mountain breeze blew on my face, and I felt much more refreshed. I casually looked ahead, and suddenly I found a small wooden house in front of me, very much like the "haunted house" we passed last night, and my curiosity was aroused, and I walked slowly over. If it's really the place I came last night, but I came from another place.

I came to the cabin, which was very dilapidated, standing alone in an open field, and it felt desolate and decaying. There was a stream running down the slope behind the house, and at the other end of the stream was the lychee orchard where I had seen the figure last night. The door of the wooden house was hidden, and I pushed it like a ghost, and with a "squeak", the door opened, and a pungent smell came to my nose. I covered my nose and was about to close the door and leave, when I was suddenly pushed in the back, and I fell forward unsuspectingly, and I fell to the ground.

The wooden door "snapped" behind me, and then there was a "snap" sound of the lock, and I was frightened, and hurriedly got up and rushed to the door, and the door was locked. I banged on the wooden door and shouted "Open the door", but I was met with dead silence. I tried to kick it with my foot, but the wooden door was so strong that I couldn't kick it open. I took out my phone and tried to call for help, but there was no signal on my phone on the mountain.

Is someone trying to harm me and lock me in this haunted house? What exactly does the other party want? My eyes widened in horror, the room had no windows and was dimly lit. The cracked wooden beams were covered with cobwebs and dust, apparently long abandoned. In broad daylight, there is an eerie and pressing atmosphere. I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm also oppressed by fear, panic, and a strong desire to escape.

I looked around blankly, and suddenly, it seemed as if something had pressed against my back and grabbed my neck. I frantically waved my hand to get rid of it, but all I could catch was air, nothing on my neck, and nothing on my back. But why is the back so painful and suffocating so strong? Is there really a ghost? I struggled in pain, against the terrible things I couldn't see or touch. My breathing became more and more urgent, my mind began to get dizzy, and my thoughts began to be scattered...... I fell to the ground, shrouded in the shadow of death.