The ghost girl's home is an uninhabited and dangerous building, dark and without lights, and can only move forward by feeling and groping. Jiang Rong now understands why the ghost girl said that the hotel is a high-end place, and the source is here, and she compared the environment here to the hotel.

This two-story dangerous building, which is swaying in the wind and rain, is not the home of the ghost girl at all. She was stumbled upon while being chased, and it became her temporary home ever since.

The feeling of groping is really not very good, stumbling and bumping, and I don't dare to let go easily when I touch a handful of dust. Finally walked to a seemingly spacious room on the second floor, the ghost girl was familiar with the environment here, and she had been taking Jiang Rong up the stairs. After going upstairs, she didn't know where to find a white candle, sliding a match to light the dark space, and then she had the touch of light.

The faint light reflected the ghost girl's messy hair, reflecting Jiang Rong's sad face.

The house was too messy, and there was a musty smell. Although she is not the kind of pampered rich second generation, she has never experienced such an unlucky thing. Sleep that night? What to eat? It has become a problem for her.

The ghost girl seems to have gotten used to this kind of upheaval life, and she looks completely indifferent. Constantly walking around the house, with a smile on his face.

"This is your home?" Jiang Rong stopped her from continuing to walk around and asked.

The ghost girl nodded first, then shook her head......

"Dizzy! Is it your parents? Are there any other relatives in the family? ”

The ghost girl looked pitiful, did not answer the other party's words, and lowered her head more and more. If you don't say a word, you will die in a hurry...... Jiang Rong was in a hurry, remembering the scene when she was beaten and scarred before, she couldn't be angry. Instead, he approached her, hugged her in his arms, and comforted her softly: "Okay, it's okay, let's just pick it up." ”

When it comes to doing things, Jiang Rong is quite quick and doesn't know how to do kung fu. She cleaned up the three rooms, one of which was a bedroom and one of which was used as a storage room. There is a tall bookshelf in the storage room, just enough to hold comic manuscripts, pat the dust on your hands, and look at the fruits of your labor with satisfaction.

Jiang Rong believes that if you want to create supernatural comics, you can find inspiration in this environment. Although the candle beam is like a ghost fire, swaying, it looks particularly infiltrating. But when the two of them are together, there is nothing to be afraid of.

When they were almost packed, they came to the place where they had been resting for the rest of their lives. It was a wooden bunk with straw she had brought from outside, and it was covered with messy clothes or something.

"No futon? Buy it tomorrow and we'll sleep tonight! "There was a very relaxed look on his face, and he didn't care. But the heart is awkward, black rumbling, cold walls, is this a place where people live? It's like a haunted house!

The haunted house was used to give, and I used to think that it was a harsh environment compared to Tongchuan County, which is simply a world of difference. When I think of Tongchuan County, I think of many things that I try to forget. Thinking of all this, Jiang Rong's mood suddenly became unstable, as if she had obsessive-compulsive disorder. Under the pretext of resisting this harsh environment, he restlessly watched the faltering candle light in distraction.

She was stunned, stunned, and suddenly had a feeling of wanting to go crazy...... This is a knee-jerk reaction of a person in the face of adversity.

The ghost girl seemed to see that this benefactor's sister was afraid of the dark, so she couldn't help but get up and go to the corner to find a large pile of white candles. She set the candles one by one, lit them one by one, and suddenly the dim room was much brighter.

With the light, the psychology is not so dark. The disordered mood gradually stabilized, and the messy thinking forward, too lazy to think, looked at the light that filled the room. She was curious, how did the ghost girl get so many short-cut candles? Or did she buy it? But where did she get the money?

Jiang Rong asked with a smile, "How did you get so many broken candles?" ”

"Picked it up." Seeing Jiang Rong laughing, the ghost girl hurriedly approached her and replied.

"Okay!"

The ghost girl lay down next to Jiang Rong, fluttering and blinking her eyes, looking up at the bare and dilapidated ceiling above her head. Between the eyebrows, it seems that there are many unknown secrets.

Jiang Rong looked at the ghost girl and asked tentatively, "Your name is really bad, do you have any other names?" ”

The ghost girl shook her head, her confused eyes were so empty that it made people feel distressed. Yu Yu whispered: "I can't remember, they all call me a ghost, I am a ghost." ”

"You love to draw?"

The ghost shook her head. Pursed her lips, as if she didn't want to continue. Her eyes were misty, and she staggered Jiang Rong's gaze to look at her and looked at the mottled and peeling skin wall.

Seeing that she refused to answer with a look of ignorance, "Huh...... So what are you painting on the wall? Jiang Rong couldn't help but ask the question in her heart. When I asked this sentence, my back was cold, was it the wind? Or for other reasons, there is no way to know, under the invasion of coldness, she subconsciously approached the ghost a little bit.

The ghost girl did not reply to Jiang Rong's question, as if she was pondering, and as if she was listening to something. Suddenly, she made a frightening move, and she got up with a panicked look, and glanced around, as if she was looking for something, but she didn't find it.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Rong was surprised. At the same time, the coldness is even worse, but I don't know why.

The ghost girl ignored her, and lay on the ground with a blue chalk in her hand.

Seeing such an unbelievable move by the ghost girl, Jiang Rong didn't say anything. Quietly got up, stood silently by her side, and witnessed the picture of her lying on the ground one after another, smearing indiscriminately.

A seemingly blurry picture appeared in her eyes, which was the head of a middle-aged woman...... Jiang Rong suddenly felt that in this environment, there was not a very clear sense of déjà vu. But she couldn't remember what was going on, and she asked herself countless times, did she ever come here? Can't! If you've been here, why don't you have the slightest impression?

The ghost girl was drawing, and the movements of her hands suddenly accelerated, and she looked very excited. Ignoring everything, he was engrossed, staring at the ground, his hands scribbling wildly.

Jiang Rong panicked, hugged her regardless of the group, like a loving mother, and hugged the ghost girl tightly into her arms. Soft voice: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay in a while......"

And the ghost girl in her arms never seemed to be quiet. Struggling desperately, his hands raised high, and his facial features were distorted, highlighting a very frightening demeanor. She screamed wildly, and her appearance was as terrifying as if she had encountered something very terrifying.

With Jiang Rong's efforts, the ghost girl's crazy mood slowly calmed down. To appease the ghost, she was also tired enough, and when she was cleaning up the messy house, her eyes inadvertently scanned the painting painted by the ghost girl on the ground.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to her, and she had a strange idea. Copy the ghost's drawing to the comic manuscript, I don't know if it has any effect?