Suddenly, Qiao Keer felt her shoulders sink and the back of her neck swished.

"Meng, Meng Yu......" Qiao Ke'er didn't dare to stop, and continued to knock on the mouth of the bowl. Is that you? ”

The grass around her rustled as something crawled, getting closer and closer to her.

The moonlight overhead was blocked by dark clouds, and the surroundings were getting darker and darker. The dark night is like a devil with teeth and claws, devouring her little by little......

Qiao Ke'er's palms broke out in a cold sweat, and she forced down the fear in her heart and continued to beat the bowl.

"Bang~"

"Meng Yu, is that you?"

Qiao Keer held the chopsticks in her hand tightly, and her fingertips were a little white because she was too hard. She clearly felt something pressing on her shoulder, and she didn't dare to look back.

After a long stalemate, the weight on his shoulders suddenly disappeared.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then turned her head......

"Ah......h

Behind her stood an old lady with a pale face, wearing a strange shroud and a pair of papier-mâché shoes on her feet.

Qiao Keer was so frightened that she sat on the ground, and the porcelain bowl next to her suddenly shattered.

The old lady hooked the corners of her lips stiffly, and her scarlet eyes looked straight at her.

"Little girl, are you calling me?" The old lady made a hoarse and terrible voice in her throat.

"No, it's not......" Qiao Keer looked up and looked around, where did the two guys run to in black and white, why didn't they come out?

"Old woman, I'...... I didn't call you, I didn't call you......" Qiao Ke'er raised her eyes and glanced at her, and quickly looked away.

This wrinkled face was so terrifying, as white as paper and bloodless. His scarlet eyes were bloodshot, and his stiff face had a strange smile.

"Didn't you call me?" The old lady suddenly approached her, and her papier-mâché embroidered shoes hung in mid-air. "But you're sitting at my door......"

Qiao Keer turned her neck stiffly, and when she turned around, she saw the picture of the old lady on the tombstone.

She is now sitting at the grave of the old lady, which is disrespectful to the dead!

"Yes, I'm sorry......" Qiao Keer quickly stood up and stepped back. Don't be angry, old woman. I'll bring some more incense paper money to burn to you another day, I'll ......"

"I don't want wax paper money, little girl...... Stay with me. The old lady grinned, and raised her withered hands to approach her.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yu's ghost was not recruited, but the lonely soul and wild ghost in the cemetery were recruited!

"Don't!" Qiao Keer quickly dodged the old lady's hand, turned around and ran forward.

The surrounding area is full of wild grass that is one person high, and the light is so dim that it is impossible to distinguish the direction. The more she ran forward, the more grave bags she had, Qiao Keer stopped and looked around, she seemed to be ...... Surrounded by graves.

"Little girl, where are you going?" Behind him, there was a sudden ghost cry of an old lady.

"You can't leave, stay with me......"

The old lady's wrinkled face was slowly changing, and her pale skin was getting looser and looser, and finally patches of corpse spots appeared, which began to mold and rot little by little.

The scarlet eyes were bleeding, and the tongue in the mouth was rotting, and the viscous liquid was running down the corners of the mouth.

Black and white impermanence, why haven't they come out yet?

She began to regret it, she couldn't be tempted by money!

"Quack......" the old lady laughed strangely in her throat, and her withered hand drew closer and closer to her.

"Young people's skin is so nice, white and tender......"