This reminds me of Li Lie's death, which was swallowed by a woman in black like a snake, and then digested only a puddle of bones and disgusting liquid.

Could it be that Li Lie killed Zhou Chun, and Zhou Chun became Li Lie's spirit behind him, killing her in the way he killed himself?

It's too messy. With this seemingly factual evidence in front of me, I didn't know what to believe. Eventually, he swung his already confused thoughts and clicked on the email from Murphy.

Zhou Yan's case has finally uncovered a trace of edges and corners.

As I read, my head became even more dizzy.

It is said that the people who write memoirs are lonely people, but for an eighteen-year-old child, Zhou Yan's loneliness came too early.

In Murphy's email to me, an entire journal was scanned. This is Zhou Yan's diary, this guy has been lonely since elementary school in the form of a memoir, recording his life. Therefore, Zhou Yan's lonely life may have to be pushed to the age of eight.

Yes, his first memoir was written when he was eight years old. During this period, because I grew up, I understood many things, and I learned more words, so I added them intermittently.

Since it is a memoir, there are not many articles. There is no running account, just a record of major events! I read it carefully and found that the text in the first memoir was exactly the same as the Weibo private message sent to me by Zhou Yan. It's just that the first half is only mentioned in the private message.

And in the diary, the second half was completely recorded. That's what I've always wanted to know about what happened when he kept vigil for his aunt that night!

And Zhou Yan's memoirs did not disappoint me, which described in detail the terrifying, terrifying plots that made me feel creepy.

After the aunt was nailed to the wooden board with nine six-inch-long coffins by Mr. Yinyang's apprentice, she did not continue to struggle. The eyes were also closed.

Six-year-old Zhou Yan thought that the matter was over, and he would be safe with his aunt's body in the future. But Mr. Yin Yang said coldly: "This is just the beginning, we still have enough to survive." Tonight, I'm afraid it won't be too peaceful! ”

Mr. Yin Yang sighed, sprinkled a small circle with salt, and beckoned to him: "You stand in, no matter what happens, don't get out of this circle." ”

Zhou Yan nodded and stood in the circle obediently. If you see that kind of strange thing, you will be an idiot if you don't behave a little more!

Seeing that he was still obedient, Mr. Yin and Yang didn't say much, and after yawning, he sat on a chair with a peachwood sword in his hand and closed his eyes to recuperate. Zhou Yan curled up in place, and Mr. Yin Yang's apprentice had obviously never encountered such a terrifying thing, and his hands were trembling. He was ordered by his master to sit not far from the head of his aunt's corpse, which also frightened the apprentice.

But there was nothing to be done. The apprentice's eyes looked at the corpse close at hand without blinking, and he didn't dare to come out. It seems that as long as he breathes more, his aunt will wake up at any time and jam his neck!

The calm did not last long, and even more terrible things happened!

Although Zhou Yan was very sleepy, he couldn't sleep at all. From time to time, he looked at the electronic watch on his wrist, hoping that the night would pass soon. Time passed bit by bit. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there were several high-pitched and piercing cat meows, and my aunt's hand moved with the cat's meow.

Then the limbs twitched vigorously again.

The yellow paper talisman that was originally attached to the aunt's forehead floated to the ground inexplicably in the movement of the corpse, and the aunt opened her eyes and looked directly at the apprentice.

The apprentice was startled and hurriedly took a few steps back.

The corpse struggled hard, but its limbs and body were nailed to death by the coffin, and it did not break free for a while. Zhou Yan was also taken aback by the movement made by his aunt, this old woman who was said to have hugged herself when she was a child, how could she be so terrible after she died.

When people die, do they all become like this? After that, my father and mother died, should I still hold a wake for them? Still, just go straight to the crematorium and burn it.

Six-year-old Zhou Yan thought a lot for a while.

The cat outside the house whimpered, less and less like a cat's bark, the terrible and terrifying sound, Zhou Yan was terrified to hear.

Suddenly, Mr. Yin and Yang also opened his eyes: "Don't listen! ”

"Where did the cat come from, it barks so horribly!" Zhou Yan complained weakly.

"That's not a cat meow!" Mr. Yin Yang raised his head, looked at the ceiling with the only one left, and then threw the peachwood sword in his hand towards a certain position on the eaves. The peachwood sword rose rapidly with its strength, and just when Zhou Yan was inexplicable, it slammed into something that could not be seen in the air.

The peachwood sword slammed in the air with a 'snap' sound, as if the porcelain had cracked. The cat's bark outside the house suddenly changed its tone, howling as if it was hurt, and fled into the distance.

"Hmph, evil seed, go back to the ghost gate." Mr. Yin and Yang caught the fallen peachwood sword. I saw a smooth peachwood sword on the surface, and on the tip of the sword, in the dim light, a trace of scarlet light was reflected.

I don't know when, there were actually a few drops of blood on the peach wood sword that were so red that it was weird.

As the cat barked away, the aunt's corpse finally fell silent.

"Nail the coffin a little further inside." Mr. Yin and Yang instructed his apprentice.

His apprentice nodded, and with Nanmu's hammer, he vigorously knocked down the coffin nail that the corpse had struggled out of. At this moment, the miserable cat meow actually sounded again.

"Evil Barrier!" Mr. Yin Yang scolded, and was about to raise the peachwood sword, when suddenly, the whole person was stunned. I just heard the cat's meow go from one to two, and two to four. From the roof, it became loud in all directions, and I don't know how many cats gathered around the house.

Perhaps, the bark, as Mr. Yin Yang said, is not a cat at all. Because outside the hall, the people of the Zhou family are also keeping vigil. So many cats came out and barked, and they had long since driven them away. Well, it wasn't a cat's meow, most likely, only they in the house could hear it.

Zhou Yan's IQ is very high, and even if he is young, he still makes a very accurate judgment.

Mr. Yin Yang's face changed greatly with the meow of the cat. He shouted in an urgent tone, "Quick, get the wicker out of your bag." Tie up the corpse firmly! ”

The apprentice hurriedly rushed to the package and took out the wicker that had been bundled into a large bundle. It's all fresh wicker, with green willow leaves on it.

"You, don't come out of the salt ring!" Mr. Yin Yang glared at Zhou Yan, and then helped his apprentice tie up his aunt's body with wicker in circles.

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