I lay on the bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt, my whole body trembled, my teeth chattered, my mother added another quilt to me, and in a daze I fell asleep again.

I don't know how long it took, I woke up, opened my eyes, and saw that it was Zhong Ling'er. I was taken aback, thinking that I was dreaming, the so-called day and night dreaming, it must be that I always think about her in my heart, so she appeared in my dream.

She stood in front of the bed and looked at me, a faint melancholy on her face.

Maybe I saw the **God in my heart, my body** felt a lot better, and it was no longer cold, and I was already sweating with two quilts, I subconsciously pulled the quilt open, Zhong Linger frowned and turned around and walked out.

"Don't go!" I hurriedly sat up from the bed, hurriedly dressed for a while, and heard Zhong Ling'er say to my father outside the door: "He's basically fine, but it's not completely better, if you really want to get better, only the wish of the **ghost." ”

Father nodded and said he understood.

My mother came over from another room, and when she saw me coming out, she greeted me in surprise, grabbed my hand tightly and asked for warmth, I told my mother that I was fine, and then walked out of the door and asked Zhong Ling'er if the ** ghost she said just now was the ghost in red, Zhong Ling'er and my father looked at me together, as if they had seen a monster, and my father asked with deep eyebrows: "Did you see her?" "I said I saw it, and she talked to me.

Father and Zhong Ling'er looked at each other. The mother was horrified and asked, "What?" Is it a ghost? Is it a ghost with a knife? Neither his father nor Zhong Ling'er answered, which was considered a tacit acquiescence. I asked Zhong Ling'er if I could take the red-clothed ** ghost, but Zhong Ling'er said, "I can't accept it." I blurted out, "Where's your mother?" Zhong Ling'er didn't answer me, but turned around and left, my father glanced at my mother**, and my mother hurriedly chased after me.

My father asked me how I felt, I said it was much better, and then asked him why Zhong Ling'er came, my father said that Mrs. Li didn't want to come, but Zhong Ling'er still came with Mrs. Li on her back, and I don't know how to wake me up when she came.

When my mother came back, she sighed and told her that I was hungry and wanted to eat, and she was flattered and busy cooking. I thought of the man with eyebrows like a **** worm, and suddenly felt that it was not real, as if it was a dream I had, so I said to my father, I seemed to see a man come last night, he opened my eyes** looked at it and left, my father said he knew, and then he smoked vigorously. I asked who the man was, and my father said it was a friend of his. I suddenly remembered that my father had said that there would be guests, so I asked if it was surnamed Song, and my father nodded slightly.

I didn't ask any more, my father's face was very bad, he looked careless and preoccupied, he must have a headache for my business, so I didn't delve into what was going on with the red-clothed ** ghost who was haunting me.

At night, my father told me to go to bed early in the morning, although I was no longer in serious trouble at this time, but I was still worried that the ghost in red would come to me, how could I still sleep?

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, I heard a noise outside the door, I got out of bed and opened the door to see, and saw my father burning money paper outside the house, I asked my father what was **, my father was **majesty, and told me to go back to the house to sleep and not to come out. I was worried that my father would be angry, so I obediently went back to the house and closed the door gently, but I couldn't resist my curiosity, so I kept looking out through the crack in the door.

Because the door was made of wood, there was a large slit in the middle, and this slit was facing the father.

After about ten minutes, a sudden gust of cold wind blew, blowing the burning flames to the ground, and the burned paper ashes were also rolled high, and the air was filled with a ** Xiao killing, weird smell.

Suddenly, my pupils tightened, and I saw a red shadow slowly walking from the other side of the house.

She is dressed in red, her long hair is fluttering, and she is holding a red umbrella in her hand, she is really the red-clothed ** ghost who once came to ask for my life!

My heart jumped violently, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably, but I still couldn't resist my curiosity, and my eyes were deeply attracted by the ** ghost.

Father obviously also saw the red-clothed ** ghost and kept looking at her. When the red-clothed ** ghost arrived, he asked in a deep voice: "Why are you pestering my child?" ”

The red-clothed ** ghost said expressionlessly: "I'm just asking for one thing." ”

Her voice was soft and thin, as if it had come from a distant horizon, ethereal and ethereal.

When her father asked her what was wrong, she said, "I want to ask you to see me, but you ignore me, and I have no choice but to pester your child." ”

I couldn't help but be stunned, treat her? Isn't she a ghost? Do ghosts get sick too? Even if the ghost is sick, how can she show it?

But my father asked very calmly, "What disease do you have?" The red-clothed ** ghost said, "Please follow me." With that, he turned around and left. My father stood there and hesitated, and then followed.

I was really shocked, what the hell was going on, there was a ghost who told my father to go and see her! This is also ridiculous! Could it be a ** conspiracy? Will the ** ghost trick his father and then kill him? The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and the more worried I became, I wanted to call my father back, the reason why my father wanted to follow the red-clothed **ghost, it was also a last resort, he wanted to save me, but, I opened my mouth for a long time but didn't call out a word, seeing that my father followed the red-clothed **ghost farther and farther, I hurriedly opened the door and followed.

The red-clothed ** ghost walked very slowly, and her father followed her all the time. My curiosity overcame my horror and I quietly followed.

There was moonlight tonight, and the road was familiar, so I followed it relatively easily, because I didn't dare to get too close for fear of being discovered by my father. After walking forward for a while, he came to a hill, and a small wooden house appeared in front of him, and his father followed the red-clothed ** ghost in. I was strange, I remember that there was no wooden house here, there was a grave, but now the grave is gone, but there is a wooden house.

Of course, I didn't think much of it, and tiptoed to the outside of the wooden house, looking in through the broken window.

The scene inside made me even more surprised, the red-clothed **ghost actually took off his clothes** to the shoulders, revealing ** exposed and white skin, and my father was standing behind her and gently caressing!

What's going on? I immediately lost my mind, could it be that my father was fooling around with this ** behind my mother's back?

However, I immediately rejected this idea, because my father was not this kind of person, in my heart, he was very kind to my mother, and he was a steady, decent person, and a well-known decent gentleman.

But what are they in there now?

I didn't call it out, I was amazed that the red-clothed ghost's skin was very white and white, like snow, and even at that moment I was thinking in my heart, in the face of such a good-looking and good-skinned ghost, I also wanted to kiss her.

When my father put his hand down from the ghost, I noticed that there was a black spot on the back shoulder of the ghost, because the light was gray, I couldn't help but see it, but it looked black, like a rotten piece on it**!

The father asked, "How did you get this wound?" The ghost put on his shirt and replied, "I accidentally got a sun." ”

Only then did I realize that my father was just examining the wounds of the ** ghost, not doing that.

Father said: "This rotten ** has to be cut off, but I don't have a **** knife, so I can't do anything." ”

The red-clothed ** ghost suddenly knelt down in front of my father, and begged my father to find a way to save her in tears, and my father sighed lightly: "It's not that I don't want to save you, but I'm really powerless." An ordinary scalpel is useless for your wound at all, only a **** knife will do. ”

"So what to do?" The red-clothed ** ghost stood up and wiped away his tears and asked, "Am I like this?***?* will it keep rotting?" The father said, "If that piece of ** is not cut, it will continue to rot." Then he persuaded the red-clothed **ghost to leave the ** room to reincarnate, this ** room is not a place for her to stay for a long time, she stays for one more day, the wound will be an inch wider, and her whole body will ulcerate.

Thinking that the red-clothed **ghost's so good** skin was all rotten, I poured a ** cool breath, and couldn't help sighing, and the red-clothed **ghost and my father suddenly looked at me.