Opening the door of the small courtyard at night, looking at the silver moonlight pouring evenly in the courtyard, Xiao Wu remembered that today was the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, and he looked up and saw the moon in the dark blue sky, so big and so moony, as if he could see all the joys and sorrows and ...... under the night Vice.

Xiao Wu closed the courtyard door and took a step forward, and suddenly he looked at the window of the main room, and his eyes widened.

I saw a long shadow on the window, like a snake, and the shadow was intertwined and swished by.

What is it?

Xiao Wu grew his mouth in surprise.

The shadows writhed around like demons, and suddenly a long-haired woman appeared in the shadows, standing on a stool and looking up at the beams.

That voice was made by her!

This thought suddenly popped into Xiao Wu's mind.

He took a few steps forward, staring at the window.

The house was very well built, and the windows were carved windows with frosted glass, and those shadows seemed to wander between the window edges, and Xiao Wu knew that they were not attached to the windows, but on the wall or on the ground.

Wouldn't anyone have seen these chaotic shadows in the past?

Xiao Wu clenched the gun on his waist, quietly opened the lock as fast as he could, and then slammed open the door.

But it was already late, and I saw a flash of silver light in the room, and a white shadow on the stool screamed, and everything was gone. Only the silver moonlight poured down, and the moonlight shone on the red stool in the middle of the room, and the color of the stool became more and more solemn and sticky, as if it was stained with blood.

Xiao Wu walked over slowly, reaching out and holding down the stool.

There's no blood, it's just visuals.

"What the hell is going on? What are they? ”

A lament echoed in the room, Xiao Wu suspected that he had accidentally slipped out of his groan, he stared around with wide eyes, the moonlight was the best cover, and the room was just the right amount of hazy.

Xiao Wu found the light rope on the wall and pulled the electric light open.

The room lit up instantly, and the strange feeling of Fang Cai disappeared all at once. Xiao Wu touched his forehead, and it was wet with cold sweat.

He is a disciple of Wudang, but Wudang's cultivation rarely involves the art of yin and yang, and most of them emphasize the cultivation of personal morality to strengthen the body. Xiao Wu paced slowly in the room, and when he saw the red lacquered stool, he hesitated for a moment and stood up again, learning from the long-haired shadow, and looked up at the beams.

The house is an old-fashioned structure, with a large log painted red in the middle beam. Xiao Wu looked up, he could only see that the beams under the light were getting more and more bright red, and the paint surface was very smooth, Xiao Wu looked up for a while, always looking up at his head and neck a little sore, and his head was dizzy, he lowered his head, and suddenly faced a miserable white face, it was a woman's face, the whole face was white and Ye Quan's transparent white was different, it was a miserable white without a little blood, the white was blue, the eyes were deep, and the eyes were not white, the woman was dressed in white, and she was standing on the same stool with him, Xiao Wu trembled: How can this stool stand two people. No, she's not human...... Be...... Ghost.

"Who are you?" Xiao Wu's voice trembled, he reached out and touched the pistol on his waist again, a cold hand pressed on the back of his hand, that hand was like an ice cube, Xiao Wu couldn't help but snort.

"Silver." The woman spoke suddenly.

She looked up at the beams and said, "Put it on." ”

It's her, it's her, it's her who speaks that day!

Xiao Wu was cold, he remembered his duty, stretched out his hand and pushed the woman, but his hand passed through the woman's body, and then the woman's face was shattered, and the whole person turned into a pile of fragments, and those fragments turned into countless green points of light, like fireflies, fluttering and everything was gone.

Xiao Wu exhaled a long breath and slowly squatted down on the stool.

It's not that he doesn't want to get off the stool, it's that his legs are shaking and he doesn't dare to move.

In the past two years, he has seen a lot of unbelievable things, but this time it is particularly real, the woman is cold and piercing when she looks at him, and he knows that the woman is a ghost, another ghost in this house.

Why can I see it, why did the people who lived in this house never mention it, did they dare not say anything about it when they saw it, or did they never find out?

Xiao Wu's palms were covered in cold sweat when he got down from the stool. He didn't dare to stay in this house any longer, turned off the light and locked the door, and almost fled in the desert, and the direction of escape was not cold.

Soon after he left, two shadows gradually appeared from outside the house. The shadow became more and more obvious, with a fair face, bright red lips, a white robe, and her hair was also wrapped in a piece of white yarn, it was Ye Yuan, it turned out that she and Zhao Nanfang were hiding in the shadows of the outer wall like chameleons, and their bodies turned into the color of green bricks, which could not be found in the moonlight.

"It's silver, and those lights and shadows are silver."

Ye Liang looked at Zhao Nan, who took out a wire from his pocket, inserted it into the lock and twisted it a few times, and the door lock was opened.

Ye Quan, like Xiao Wu just now, stood on the red lacquered stool and looked up at the beam. They didn't turn on the lights, because they didn't need any light at night to see clearly.

"The woman said put it on, what did she put on?"

Zhao Nan seemed to be talking to himself.

Ye Liang stretched out his hand to untie the white veil wrapped around his head, tonight he was dressed in white to better integrate with the environment, white can be changed to any color, just like just now, the two of them were standing in the corner of the wall next to the window, which was completely the color of green bricks.

The white yarn was untied, and Ye Quan bit it open a little with his teeth, tore it into several strips with force, and then tied them together and put them on the beams.

Ye Quan tugged on the rope noose with his hand again, put his head on it, Zhao Nan quietly watched her movements, and asked in a low voice, "What?" ”

The stool was in the middle of the hall, and above it was a beam of a large log, and when the man hung it, the head must have been facing the door in front of it, and the door of the room was also a carved panel, and it was covered with frosted glass. Ye Liang tried to turn his head, and when he turned his head like this, his body was suspended in the air, and Zhao Nan hugged her feet and shouted, "Be careful." ”

Ye Liang sighed: "It seems that you can't move when you hang it, your head can only be facing the door, and after a while, your head hangs down, facing the position under your feet, and it can only be the result of putting it on, why does that woman say that it can be put on." Was she just looking for a stand-in? ”

Zhao Nan didn't move, Ye Quan's feet were still grabbed by his hands, and Ye Liang moved: "Hey, what do you want?" ”

The thought in Zhao Nan's heart disappeared without a trace, "Ah, is there something at the door or under the stool?" Isn't that woman so beautiful? ”

"You also see a white robe, I see that the deceased in the old file is dressed very neatly, not a white robe."

Ye Liang suddenly stood on the stool, pulled out the white yarn with both hands, and climbed up along the white yarn with a few swishs. She sat on the beams of the room, her legs hanging down, swaying gently.

Zhao Nan didn't dare to look at her legs, walked to the door in a few steps, squatted down, and knocked the floor tiles of the big bluestone with his hands.

"Sure enough, it's not to ask someone to be a substitute for the dead, but to put it on to see something." Ye Quan's hand pressed on the place where the white yarn was tied, and he picked it hard, and a red piece of wood was pulled off, and it turned out that there was something hidden in the beam.