Wang Ka was stared at creepy, how could he just live in the old mansion, such a shiny black cat came out, and a bloody mouse was bitten in his mouth, no matter how he looked at it, he felt oozing, and a little disgusting, he wanted to vomit a little.

The black cat watched for a while, swallowed the mouse in one gulp, jumped off the dead tree, and disappeared.

"Stone, why do I feel like something is going to happen?" Wangka's face was ugly, and he had planned to live in one room each, but at this time, he was a little scared, and he had to hold me.

I'm also afraid that cats are the most taboo in my life, especially this kind of black and shiny cat, and said with a smile: "Fatty, don't you always say that you have two guts?" Why are you still afraid of this? ”

"Listen, the north wind outside the window is whining, no different from a ghost crying. Behind the window, there was still a black mountain beam, and who knew if any monster would run out of it. I knew that I wouldn't have come, your hometown is too remote, you see that the night is dark, you can't see your fingers, when it's dark, I feel like the sky is falling. Pouring a glass of water, Wangka looked out the window at the back of the village.

My old house is not close to each other, in the northwest corner of the village, with a poplar forest behind it, and a steep mountain in the distance.

"Don't say it, if you're afraid, tomorrow, you can drive the car back to Luocheng." I burned my feet while reading e-novels to pass the time, but there was no mobile phone signal in the mountains, and I couldn't go online.

"Don't mind, our mother's business is my business, how can I not help?" As soon as Vanka took my footbath, the big foot reached in.

"Damn, you're not afraid of athlete's foot." This dead fat man is really buried, not to mention changing the pot and purifying the water.

Wangka said nonchalantly, "Come on, my athlete's foot is heavier." Don't believe me, do you smell it? ”

"Your uncle's." The guy reached for me with his wet feet, and I kicked him, and if it weren't for his tonnage, I would have wanted to kick him out the door.

The night was thick, the wind was roaring, and it was as if the whole world had turned into a mass of thick ink that could not be dissolved. , eyelids are fighting, but I can't always sleep.

Wangka's snoring almost collapsed the beams of the house, I was a little envious of this guy's ability to eat and sleep, he slept groggily, couldn't sleep, and a series of nightmares crossed his mind, a faceless demon queen with a miserable white and smooth face, Huang Xing who was dismembered, Lian Lina who was swallowed by a ghost baby, Hong Qianghua who was turned off by my blood, Zhang Jiabing who insisted on divorcing me, and Ning Qingcheng who looked resentful...... Different faces flashed from my dreams with smiles, hideousness or resentment.

I was very scared, I felt a cold sweat, suddenly, as if something was touching my face, gently, softly, wet, I wanted to open my eyes to see, but I couldn't lift my eyelids, I thought it was Wangka who was not honest when he was sleeping, and had a spring dream, treating me as a bare-ass woman, his uncle, this dead fat man is really cowardly, I really want to kick him, and forcefully push away the things on my face, and Meng said: "Don't make trouble." ”

I only heard the sound of "meow", which frightened me into a wit, and I saw a black shadow running out of the house like lightning, and it turned out to be the cat that had eaten the dead mouse, and I pushed it to the coal stove, probably being scalded, and making a terrible scream.

I just calmed down, calmed down, felt a swelling in the abdomen, decided to release the water, I wanted to call this fake bold fat man a piece, turned his head, only to find that something was wrong, the quilt next to it was unexpectedly no one, I went to pull the light switch, did not light up, then remembered Su Sanqiao said, recently, Sujiawan is always out of power, touched for a long time, only to find the flashlight sent by Su Sanqiao, opened it to see, there is indeed no one, and touched his bed, and the temperature, should not have been away for long.

I was afraid that something would happen to Wangka, so I hurriedly ran out to look for it, and as soon as I opened the door, I saw a huge black shadow, struggling in mid-air, making a muffled sound, and when the dim electric light shone, it turned out to be a fat man hanging from a tree with a crooked neck, his tongue was half spitting out, and his eyes were bloodshot all over, convex and bulging outward.

Running over, I pulled out the ice dagger, and on tiptoe to the ground, it jumped four or five meters high, and with a wave of his head, the fat man fell to the ground, panting heavily, and kept bending over and vomiting.

I picked up the hemp rope he had thrown on the ground, frowned and pondered, is there anyone who wants to harm us?

In the winter, where does the hemp rope come from?

When Wangka was out of breath, he asked, "What's the matter, in the middle of the night, how did you get hung from a tree?" ”

"I still want to ask you, I shouted for help, why can't you hear me, sleep like a dead pig?" Wanka was about to cough up blood, it turned out that hanging was the most painful way to die, and his tongue was about to spit out of his throat.

"Don't you say it, there really has to be a conspiracy?" I'm still looking at the hemp rope.

"conspiracy, this old mansion must be haunted. I drank too much water, I couldn't hold it back at night, and when I went out to the toilet, I suddenly saw a woman in white hanging from this dead tree, with a cloak and a long tongue, and a long skirt blown by the north wind, and a pair of red eyes staring only at me. I was so frightened that my scalp was numb, I rubbed my eyes, and when I looked again, there was no ghost, but a hemp rope hung on the branch, dangling. I don't know how my brain cramped, I couldn't control my body, I walked under the dead tree, climbed up like a cat, and then, my head reached into the noose, and then my body slipped off the tree, and the moment I was tied around my neck, I took back control of my body, but unfortunately, it was too late, I struggled and screamed, but to no avail. You know, I can't climb a tree, it's so high, I don't know how to climb it. Vonka explained in horror, leaning back, not daring to approach the ghostly tree.

I wasn't sure where the rope came from, but in the evening, as I carried things and kept an eye out for rope in the trees, I said, "It seems that you have been entangled by the hanged ghost, and I was just woken up by the black cat, who is licking my face." The black cat is your savior, and without it, you'd have braided your hair. ”

"Why do you have a bloody handprint on your face, not like a cat licking it?" Hearing me say that the black cat licked my face, Wangka's eyes widened and he pointed at my right cheek in horror.

As soon as I heard what Wang Ka said about bloody handprints, I hurriedly ran into the room, the light shone on the glass mirror, and I could see clearly, there were indeed three small bloody handprints on the right side of my face, as if a two or three-year-old child had smeared them, I pulled out a piece of paper, wiped it, and wiped it off, and smelled the blood red on the paper, and there was a disgusting fishy smell, which was indeed spoiled blood.

It seems that today is destined to be sleepless.

I poured some hot water, washed my face, and then lit a candle and had a light to feel at ease.

It seems that not only the black cat is making trouble, there should be a child in the old house, if we don't find out, we don't dare to sleep, otherwise, we don't know if we have our brains removed.