Sigh at the changes in the small building, but the magical house is not unprecedented, there is a house demon in the strange tale of Liaozhai, the book writes the house of Li Gong of Changshan, and there are more demonic things.

Once, Li Gong once saw a bench in the house, which was flesh red and looked soft. Li Gong had never seen this thing before, so he pressed it closely, not wanting this bench to bend and deform with his hands. Li Gong was shocked and left. When I looked back, I saw that the bench moved on all fours and gradually entered the wall.

Again, Li Gong saw a wooden stick leaning on the wall, clean and slender. He approached and lifted it with his hand, and the stick fell down like a snake, swimming into the wall.

I have heard that in the course of time, everything will give birth to spirits, and so will houses.

On the ground floor is the living room, along with the kitchen and bathroom; The second floor is the guest room study, and the third floor is my husband and me's respective bedrooms.

"I thought my husband didn't need to sleep." I said to my husband with a smile.

"It's just a matter of your time and habits." The gentleman touched the top of my head and said.

"What does that gentleman do on weekdays, will it be boring?"

The gentleman did not answer my previous words, but only intercepted the latter and said, "It will not be boring." ”

Inside, my room is not the kind of old-fashioned furnishings, but a modern furnishing with a kind of forest fairy tale, with light pink floral walls, a soft bed of the same color, a large wardrobe, and a small bedside table and a dressing table, which seem to be inconsistent with the overall style outside.

"Don't like it?" The gentleman asked, looking at me.

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I don't think it's very consistent with the outside."

"It doesn't matter if you're unified or not, the main thing is that you're comfortable." Let's take it seriously.

Later, I went to see my husband's room, and my husband's room was very large and empty, and it looked so simple and clean that it made people a little unpopular, as if there were no foreign objects in it.

"Sir, can I come over in the future?"

"Naturally welcome."

Mr. took me to wander on the road with the lantern of Chang'e running to the moon, and when I was tired, I nestled in Mr. 's arms and stopped moving.

This night, I slept in a small building, maybe by recognizing the bed, and I woke up in the middle of the night, silent on all sides, the windows wide open, and the curtains kept rolling.

The room was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and a mournful song came through the wall, echoing a familiar feeling in my mind, and I could vaguely hear the lyrics: "...... Gu I laughed, laughed and laughed, and the center was mourning ......"

The voice of the female ghost is high and low, up and down.

It seems to be just casually singing again, but it makes people hear the sonorous and tactful, and snub Qingqiulai.

I lay quietly on the bed, trying to find the source of this voice, but I didn't want to, as if it was coming from all directions, at first the voice was light and shallow, like rain falling outside the window, light and light, and after a while, the voice sang again: "The end of the wind and haze, Hui Ran is willing to come, don't come, I think ......about it."

The sound seems to be close to the room, and every word seems to be full of affection.

At that time, there was also the sound of the clanging pipa, and she sang: "The end of the wind and the dawn, the day will come, the words will not sleep, and the words will sneeze ......"

This time the sound was close to my ears. But in a trance, the complaining female voice seemed to come through the mountains and mountains, fluttering, indifferent and desolate. Moreover, the wonderful singing is also wonderful in this singing voice, which is different from the current singing method of pop songs or ancient songs, she sings a singing voice that really has the taste of opera, babbling and singing, and a short tail and long sound.

I wanted to sit up and check on anyone in the room, but suddenly I found that my head was dizzy, my hands and feet were weak, my limbs were weak, and I couldn't even twist my neck.

The chest seemed to be holding a breath, anxious and stuffy, and after a while, the body gradually became cold, like frost all over the body.

The female voice suddenly screamed sharply, as if it came from all directions, urgent and sharp, piercing the eardrums, as if people had traveled through time and space, and returned to the era of the beacon fire and the golden iron horse, and the voice was full of chills.

The person who made the screaming sound seemed to be hiding in the shadows or standing on a high place.

She is painful, but not hysterical, as if she is coldly looking down on the glory and loss of the world, just as a play.

My forehead and vest were sweaty, but I couldn't make a sound.

The coldness of the body is different from the coldness of the body when the weather is cold, the coldness of the body is eroded from the outside in, and the coldness in the heart will make the body feel like falling into eighteen layers of hell, and there is a feeling of watching yourself become a corpse and there is no way to escape.

I lay in the warm quilt, cold and numb in my limbs.

She sang again: "Dawn its yin, its thunder, words are not sleepy, wish words are ......" At that time, her voice became difficult to sound, like a silk silk torn, thick and dumb, and the voice was like an unpolished wood corner, as if you could get human flesh and blood if you were not careful, and countless wooden thorns would also pierce into human flesh.

The voice was as if it were in front of him.

I struggled desperately to dodge and almost collapsed, but I was still weak and couldn't do anything.

A piece of dark red cloth suddenly appeared, falling in front of the eyes and floating, and then a white hand came out from behind the cloth, and the hand came to meet him, and between the movements, there was a bit of the sound of bones moving.

I flipped desperately, my body moved, and I only heard a thud.

The surroundings were bright, I sat on a chair in the small building, the pen inkstone in front of me was swept to the ground by me, a mess, a man in red in tattered clothes knelt on the ground two meters in front of me.

Long, dark red cloth lay all over the floor, tattered and dangling, and long hair hung messily from the ground on the ground. Only a few fingers on the whole body were exposed, and it could be seen that it was a woman's hand, with thin white fingers, sharp and long nails, and bright red kodan on them.

It's just that the phalanx is too obvious, as if it is only covered with a layer of skin.

I looked at her motionlessly, with my hands and feet stiff and cold.

"I'm not a ghost, I'm a demon, and my husband is a person. On the day of the wedding, he slashed me to death with a hundred and ten swords, and you see, this wound on my chest was more than two inches deep, and this was cut by my husband's own hand. ”

The woman kneeling not far from the desk made a voice, which was whirring at first, as if it was leaking, and it didn't sound very clear.

I didn't speak, she continued: "The world often says that shemales are in love and sad, nothing more than when they meet in this life, and then they are destined to have a person in this world who will be lonely, immortal, and dare not forget, and miss and wait for someone in the eternal years.

It's sad, but I don't care.

When I was born, there was a white begonia tree blooming beautifully by the courtyard wall outside the window, and the flowers were overshadowed for a while, and my father was overjoyed and named me Jinxiu, hoping that I could be splendid in this life.

The demon originally had no surname, but because the begonia was white, the elders called me Bai Jinxiu again......"