"Why are you crying? I won't do anything to you if you don't want to. ”

Leng Xue shook her head, lay on my chest, and said delicately: "Grandpa asked you to take me away, you entrusted me to you, will you cherish me?" ”

Since I promised Fang Moping to take Leng Xue out, I will definitely take it out, but I can't guarantee that I will protect her, because I don't know love yet, and I don't know if I like Leng Xue or not.

Leng Xue saw that I was a little hesitant and not in a hurry, closed her eyes and lay on top of me, "I can wait for you, go to bed first." ”

I touched my cold and snowy hair and fell asleep and had a very strange dream.

The first thing that catches your eye is the dilapidated bungalows, although they are old, but they are also like houses, row upon row, not to mention the beautiful mountains and rivers, but also by the mountains and rivers.

I walked alone to the village, there was no one along the way, and further on, a gust of wind blew in my face, and the night slowly fell, only one house showed a faint light, and it seemed that I could only stay in this house tonight.

As I approached, the door was open, and I pushed it open, and there was ash on the ground, the flames flickered on and off, and a sense of fear arose. "Hello, anyone?" No one answered, so I went straight to the back room.

"Who are you?" The old man's voice was weak, his thick eyebrows and eyes revealed a fierce aura, and there seemed to be a faint scar at the corner of his eyes.

"Well, I'm lost and I can't get out after dark, can I spend the night?"

"We don't have any extra rooms in our house, so if you don't mind, just squeeze in with my son." After saying that, he led me inside.

The room was dark, and I could barely move forward in the faint candlelight, and I looked left and right, as if there was endless darkness except for what the candlelight could reach. Fortunately, the house is not big, and soon it was to the bedroom. In these years, science and technology have developed, and even the slums of Africa are brightly lit, so why is it still so backward.

When I entered the house, I saw through the faint light that the furnishings of the house were very simple, except for a wooden bed, and only a candlestick remained.

The young man lying on the bed got up slowly, his face pale and bloodless, and he struggled to open his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, only the heavy wheezing sound in the air.

The old man looked at his son like this, and his eyes were full of distress, "My child, everything is good, from childhood to adulthood, it has been smooth sailing."

The old man made me another bed in that small space, saying that it was a bed, but it was actually a wooden plank.

Tiredness is really a good sleeping pill, and after a long day of running, I fell asleep quickly.

"Don't come here...... Don't ......"

One after another, I screamed horrified. When I opened my eyes, I saw a ghost, pale and a skeleton remaining, with red eyes, lying on the young man's body. For a while, there was no sleepiness, could this be the legendary "ghost press".

According to Taoist classics, after a person is "pressed by a ghost", his temperament gradually decreases, and the ghost takes the opportunity to possess him. After being possessed, it can be a fantasy at the least, or tortured to death or controlled and killed.

This old man's son has been tortured a lot, and it seems that this little devil should be dealt with today anyway. But if I don't solve it, but let it control the dream, it will be the darkness that never dawns...... I can't care so much, how can I turn a blind eye to a living person in front of me.

Since it is a ghost, it has its weaknesses, I moved in the dark, carefully, "knock", to die, because the room was so dark, I hit the candlestick headfirst. It's over, now it must have alarmed the little ghost, who found me and made me passive. I had to adjust my posture and wait for his next move.

I crouched behind the candlestick, the room was silent, and I lived like years, enduring the calm before the storm. By the faint light I saw movement on the bed, and the young man sat up sharply, in a very different way from the weak and painful appearance he had before, and it seemed that it was going to end me by the hand of the young man. Thinking of his frail appearance, I couldn't help but doubt the opponent's ability.

But there is always a big gap between reality and ideals,

He came to me with a single lunge, and I knocked the candlestick down, and he grunted in pain. The candle fell, the light dimmed, and darkness enveloped me, and I couldn't see my fingers.

This is an absolute disadvantage for me, I rely on my memory, judge the position of the door, I slowly moved towards the wall, suddenly, there was a pain in my shoulder, and the next second, I was thrown to the ground by an over-the-shoulder fall. Ignoring the pain, I immediately stood up, but then I was soft, and the next second, I was put to the ground again. obviously has the ability to resist, but the darkness inhibits everything.

The sound of fighting in the room disturbed the old man, he must have thought that I had bullied his son, but who knew that I would be beaten without any defense.

The old man held the oil lamp, and the moment he pushed the door open, I felt that the world was lit up, and it was then that I rolled over and pressed the kid. I scuffled with him and I took the opportunity to throw him against the wall. I struck while the iron was hot, used the tricks taught by my master, and barely subdued him. The young man fell to the ground, and when the old man saw this, he immediately ran to his side, protected him, and saw that his son was motionless, and he was furious: "You brute, I kindly took you in for one night, and you actually did something to my son." ”

The old man hugged his motionless son, and his mouth was full of words. It seems that the ghost is no longer with him. Is this gone? Just give up?

At this time, the old man did not speak as vigorously as before, and he stood up sharply, and all his demeanor did not seem to be that of an old man. In the candlelight, I saw a strange shadow behind the old man's shadow. I looked behind him, and the ghost had both hands held high, and I could vaguely see some thin ropes growing from his fingers, and the end of the rope was on the old man's body. The old man was like the ghost's puppet, fiddled with by it.

The ghost pulls the line, the ghost can easily control the behavior of the living through a few lines, and the human consciousness is still there, this is the most terrifying, the controlled person often can't withstand the psychological fear, and is scared to death.

The old man's eyes are hollow, but the movements in his hands are not inferior to those in the prime of life, and the old man's combat power has soared, I'm afraid, I'm not his opponent.

The little ghost moved his fingers, and the old man rushed towards me and gave me a hook punch, and instantly, I felt a bloody smell in my throat, this punch was really hard enough, and my nose bleeded, it seems that my handsome face is going to be lost, and the bridge of my nose is erect.

The old man came over and grabbed me by the neck, and we were very close, and in the old man's eyes, I saw the fear and the glimmer of guilt.