For two days in a row, Chu Hantian went out at night. As soon as he walked on his front foot, the girl slipped out on her back foot, but every time she could be bumped into by the other party silently, the girl was incomprehensible.

Chu Hantian was very innocent about this, and his explanation for this was, "There is no way, I am so keen, I can detect anyone walking in the villa, although Ah Yu is ...... your light skills."

The girl said: "The light work of the cloud court is a glimpse of light. ”

"Well, the glimpse was quiet, but I could still detect it. When I noticed it, I naturally came over to see it, but I didn't know it was you. After a pause, Chu Hantian said again, "Ah Yan, you must be too worried about me." ”

The girl was choked and couldn't speak, she couldn't say that I wasn't worried about you, I was just worried about what I was going to do if you found out.

On the third day, Chu Hantian finally stopped practicing swords. He said that he would recharge his energy and have a good rest day, so he finally returned to his normal routine and went to sleep obediently at nightfall.

It is estimated that Chu Hantian is asleep, and the girl suddenly slowly sat up from the bed like a ghost. She was still neatly dressed, with twelve chopsticks pinned to her waist and hidden under her belt.

A cool breeze blew in after dark, stirring her long hair, making her look like a wandering female ghost in the deep night.

Before going to sleep, she opened the window and said that she had been stuffy in the house for a few days and wanted to ventilate. Chu Hantian only expressed his objection slightly, but because the window was open in the inner room, and he rarely explained to him what the girl wanted to do, it was over.

The girl moved silently to the window as if she were floating, her light form pouring out of the half-open window like a black mist. There was no sound during this period, even Chu Hantian. If he was awake, he might have been able to notice the girl's movements at the first moment, but he was also asleep.

After all, there is a difference between when people are asleep and when they are awake.

The girl didn't stop at all, and went straight to the wooden house where the ghost's body had been found two days earlier.

The cottage was silent and gloomy, and there were not so many lights in the remote corridors and courtyards, so one or two lanterns were hung that had broken edges, shivering in the bleak night breeze. The moon peeks out half from behind the heavy clouds, and its hazy light sets off the mountain village all the more eerie.

It was still about three feet away from the wooden house, but the girl could already smell a faint smell of corruption. She suddenly felt a sad feeling welling up, it was clear that the air here was clean two days ago.

The closer you go, the stronger and more unbearable the smell of corruption. Even the girl couldn't help but want to retch. But she just frowned, covered her mouth and slowed down, her footsteps did not stop, and it was still like a gust of wind passing.

She stood outside the hut and looked through the window, there were no lanterns here, and there were no lights inside. But it just so happened that the moonlight tiled in through the window, sprinkling mercury on the ground, reflecting dappled black shadows.

The ghosts on the table hid in the darkness, and the rancid smell surged out of the small room as if it had become a physical entity. You don't need to turn on the lights to know what kind of miserable situation is on that table.

The girl couldn't help muttering to herself: "Ugly, look, people are so ugly when they die." Not even you are exempt. ”

She was obviously emotionless, but her words were full of confusion.

The girl went into the room, walked over to the table, and shook her hands out a gray cloth. She looked at the cloth with some apprehension, perhaps because she didn't expect it to take so long, the corpse of the ghost had rotted out undegraded, and many places had rotted into water. It may be enough to choke with a cloth wrapper.

But she couldn't care so much about it now, and the girl put the cloth on the ghost, and was about to wrap up the whole pile of rotten meat on the table—

Suddenly, she heard an unnatural noise in the corner of the hut.

She turned her head as keenly as if she had been pricked by a needle, her eyes fixed straight on the dark corner. It was too dark for the moonlight to shine there, and there were so many debris in front of it that it was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.

The girl held her breath and was silent for a while, and then the sound came again.

The sound sounded like something hadn't steadied and slammed. There are always a few rats popping out of the clutter corners of ordinary people's homes, and the sound is similar to the noise of rats when they are scurrying through the clutter.

- Rats, perhaps? It's so remote here, it's normal to have a few rats.

When she was here with Chu Hantian before, she heard this voice. If you cared about it then, you certainly care about it now.

She took a slight step in the direction of the corner, and suddenly heard an extremely small sound from there, if it weren't for the fact that she was even breathing at the moment, I am afraid that she would not be able to distinguish it at all.

It's the human voice.

Although it was vague and unreal, the girl concluded that the sound came from the human throat for no reason. She didn't hesitate any longer, walked quickly to the corner, and threw out the clutter that stood in front of her.

The voice rang again, and it sounded like it was calling, but I couldn't hear why. The girl didn't perceive any murderous intent or danger, and sped up the movements of her hands.

Eventually, she cleared out the inconspicuous corner, and the clutter that had been piled up here was scattered all over the room, but it all happened to avoid the table where the ghost was kept.

It was still pitch black in the corner, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but the voice could be heard intermittently.

It's the cry of people. From time to time, from time to time, from time to time with sorrow, the girl couldn't figure out what the meaning of this cry was. But she still didn't know where the sound came from, because this corner was so big that even if she couldn't see clearly, if there was a big living person squatting here, it would never be possible to miss it.

She moved forward little by little in the direction of the scream, and finally had to admit in surprise that this voice actually came from the ground.

She began to feel a little hairy in her heart. On the right-hand side there happened to be a dustpan stand that had been abandoned here, and she pulled a wooden stick from the crooked shelf, and the whole shelf collapsed with a clatter.

She tapped the sticks on the ground and groped her way forward little by little. There was nothing wrong with the ground, and she pressed the wooden bar against the wall again, and just as she poked into the corner, she suddenly noticed that the end of the wooden bar tightened—

Someone grabbed the part of the stick!

"Ahh

The voice sounded again, better and clearer, as if the person making the sound was directly across his face. The girl finally understood what was going on.

Crazy people, unconsciously, will always make such a silent call.

The girl was a little annoyed that she didn't bring the fire fold over, and now although her eyes had adapted to the darkness, she could only see the outline of the house, and she couldn't see what was going on with the one who was caught. There was a black hole in the corner of the wall, driving all the light out, leaving only the darkness of the day.

Since people are crazy, there is nothing to explore. Lady Dumpling is not a person who wants to explore other people's secrets, even at this moment, she already thinks that this is the end of it, and her main mind is still on the rotten ghost.

However, just as she was about to let go of the wooden bar, she was suddenly grabbed by the violent force, and the girl had no time to let go, and the whole person was taken forward and almost hit the wall. She immediately let go of her hand, and put her palm on the ground, wanting to use her strength to flip back.

I didn't expect that the palm of my hand was not strong, but I felt that the back of my hand was covered with a cold thing. Before she could be surprised, the thing had already grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her whole body towards the black hole in the corner.

When her whole body hurts, she knows what is going on with the black hole in the corner. It was supposed to be a cellar-like entrance, but with a few wooden strips nailed to make a simple fence. Those cold hands came out of the cracks in the fence.

The owner of the hands seemed to want to pull the girl into the hole, but the other party seemed to have forgotten the fence. The girl and the other party are dead, but they find that the other party is amazingly strong, if they keep pulling like this, either the fence will be broken or their arms will be broken.

The lesser of the two, the girl used her last strength to pull herself off the wall a little and kicked her foot on the fence. After all, these are only a few pieces of wood, and they have probably not been maintained for a long time, and they inevitably decay in such a poor place, and they are broken by the sound of the girl kicking them like this.

And the whole person of the girl also kicked into the black hole with this kick.

The people inside didn't seem to expect the girl to come to this show, and they were kicked out of the way by the girl along with the pieces of wood, and slammed into the wall behind them. The hand that grabbed the girl's wrist was also forced to let go. The girl fell to the ground, and immediately rolled around and squatted against the wall, cautiously paying attention to the movement on the other side.

That person was so arrogant just now, but now he was kicked, as if he had been greatly wronged. He didn't scream like crazy as before, but shrank there and sobbed and cried.

"I ...... I...... I'm not...... Please don't kill me, don't ......"

The girl felt that the person who had just been almost killed seemed to be herself.

The man was still crying, listening to the voice of a middle-aged man, but his voice was full of fear, "I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong, I regret not being at the beginning, don't kill me, don't kill me, Jiuniang ......"

- Jiu Niang?!

The girl was in shock. She remembered that the original name of the ghost was Xin Jiuniang, and this person was the enemy of the ghost?

The girl was about to ask, but she just made a sound, and the man jumped up and ran as soon as he heard that it was like a cannon on his buttocks, and the girl noticed that there was a passage in this deep hole, and she didn't have time to think about it, so she hurriedly followed.