The legend of the ghost tower has been passed down to the present day after the burial of the deceased. Since then, no one has dared to set foot in the ghost building again. But later, the ghost building experienced another strange fire. It is said that a little girl was burned to death, and the other seemed to have been rescued and sent away.

Zhong Kui listened to the leader's story here, and Jiang Rong told him about the days with the ghost girl. This incident before and after is just in line, it seems that Rong Rong is not lying.

This old past, which has not been mentioned for a long time, is casually mentioned. The listener has ideas, and the ideas are strange and varied. However, fear is also a part of the decomposition of thoughts, so after the leader stopped talking, a faint sense of depression lingered in everyone's heart.

For a while, they were silent for a while, and it seemed that it had become a very reluctant thing for them to advance into the broken building, and they were resisting with action—walking more and more slowly—looking around—absent-mindedly—and finally trying to make excuses to slip away.

"I'll go to Xiaojie."

"Smoke a cigarette."

"Rheumatic pain, need to rest."

One person takes the lead by example, and the rest imitate. The night march finally came to a standstill, and it was still far from the ruined building! You'll have to walk a long way.

In the darkness, the red cigarette butts, in the inky night, made a sobbing, click-click. There were tiny flames like fluorescent light, and after a while, the flames gradually became smaller. A faint smell of gunpowder (matches) and smoke permeated them.

Zhong Kui remembers to walk a little further, and after crossing the soft slope, he could see Zhiqing's car hidden in the thatch. But looking at the lazy appearance of these people, it seems that they are not very happy to go to the ghost building.

Zhong Kui negotiated with the leader, no matter what, he had to insist on walking for a while. The leader didn't have a problem, but the guys didn't want to go any further. In desperation, he had to arrange these people in a relatively empty field before he went to see the dilapidated building alone.

Without the help of the Yin and Yang Eyes, the vision of the road in the dark of night is extremely limited, and the distance is very limited. In the dark, I don't really see anything, and in the blur, I feel that the trees are like people, and those scarecrows who stand alone in the fields with their heads drooped and have long been forgotten are more like people. The crooked posture and indifferent attitude give people infinite reverie and breed inexplicable fear and panic.

The mountain road is rugged and uneven, but Zhong Kui was originally a native of the mountains, and it is not a problem to deal with these small difficulties. A pair of big-footed girls, fluttering and fluttering for a while, he didn't see Zhiqing's car hidden in the straw as scheduled. What does it mean if you don't see the car? Did they leave safely? Well, it's safer to go and see. Zhong Kui thought to himself, quickened his pace, threw off his arms and trotted, and after running for a while, a large area of dark darkness of the shadowy woods appeared in sight.

The dilapidated building was confused in the darkness, and the outline of its entire lonely stand could not be seen clearly. However, a tiny figure, hidden or visible, appeared in front of him in a very three-dimensional way. This was something Zhong Kui didn't expect, he saw at a glance that the figure that had been flickering far and near, always keeping a distance from him, was not a human being, nor a newborn human body, but a 'ghost' that people talked about discoloration.

The wind rubbed playfully on his face, and that figure had an inexplicable sense of intimacy. This kind of intimacy from the sixth sense made him can't help but have a confused and somewhat abrupt idea.

When the love of humanity inadvertently dripped a teardrop from the corner of his eye, his heart suddenly ached as if it were uncomfortable. Looking blankly at the thin figure, Zhong Kui seemed to understand something.

"Little girl, is that you?" If someone was around, Zhong Kui would definitely not recklessly shout out this name that had settled in his heart and made him feel guilty. One is afraid to scare them, and the other is that some numerology is a fire person, who will never be able to see these things. If you can't see it, you will speculate wildly, and you will think that he is insane! Shouting into the empty space.

When he called out the little girl, the little figure trembled slightly, stopped floating slowly, and slowly turned his head to look at him. A pale face, messy and uncombed hair, and a thin and weak willow-like body. She's the ghost—his daughter!

"Girl, is that you?"

The ghost girl nodded, pursed her lips and didn't speak, just looked at him deeply, and turned around again and walked forward unhappily.

This is the different path of people and ghosts, Zhong Kui knows that the little girl can't get close to him. Because he has the Five Emperors' money to ward off evil spirits, as well as silver needles. But he wanted to give the little girl a long-lost fatherly love, wanted to catch her little hand, and cared for her carefully.

Tears slid silently down on this ugly face, and my heart ached like blood. "Girl, forgive Dad. Dad is sorry for you, if you have anything to say, you want to confide out, or if you want to vent the resentment in your heart, come to Daddy-"

It would have been nice if he had said this ten years in advance! Twitching shoulder blades, speechless crying. Everything whimpered, and the night condensed sorrow, overlooking one of the tragedies that had occurred in this world.

The ghost girl cried—

Zhong Kui cried -

It's close at hand, but you can't hug each other and share the joy of family. A strange father and daughter, a poor father and daughter, can only meet in this strange way.

Silent sobs, silent stare, the wind became restless, sneakily stirring the grass of the wilderness. The ghost girl woke up suddenly, and did not look back, just Mu Mu and the leader of the way.

Wiping a handful of tears from his face, Zhong Kui stared thoughtfully at the figure of his daughter who was gradually moving away in the night. What did she want to tell me? I couldn't help but hurriedly chase after it.

The direction in which the ghost girl went was the broken building, which was also where Zhong Kui was going. Broken building! Silence stood in place, the ghost girl with her back to him drawing something on the wall.

"Girl-" Zhong Kui didn't dare to shout loudly, for fear that his voice would be loud and scare her away again.

The ghost girl didn't look back, still with her back to him, and her hands kept drawing-

Zhong Kui kept his distance and didn't dare to make a sound. He stared at his daughter lovingly, and inferred that she must tell herself something by drawing.

Sure enough, when the ghost girl stopped moving, she glanced back at the wall again, and then at Zhong Kui. In a flash, it disappeared into space and disappeared.

"Girl, where are you?" The ghost girl disappeared, and Zhong Kui screamed. He has a feeling of gaining and losing, he knew it was like this, and he regretted not being at the beginning! No matter how much he shouted, the ghost girl never reappeared. The only traces that can prove that she has been here are the fresh painting marks that remain on the walls.

A round, bearded sun, the sun - an alternative motif for fire. A weedy-overgrown, not-so-large tomb in which two girls slept, one with their eyes open, the other with their eyes closed. A heart was added next to it, and then there were two big mountains under the painting, and there were many people in the white building - suddenly, Zhong Kui's eyes lit up, and among these people, there were very important people in his life.