Sure enough, Zhang Dashuai took Wu Zhiyuan through two iron gates, and finally stopped in the poplar forest in the courtyard where the cell was located.

Standing on the small stone road surrounded by holly, Wu Zhiyuan felt that the yin qi in the vicinity was extremely heavy, and an indescribable cold air came out of his heart.

"This is where you want to bring me?" Wu Zhiyuan asked suspiciously.

Zhang Dashuai didn't answer, as if he still had hesitation in his heart, he hesitated for a moment, raised his feet and stepped past a row of dwarf holly, and walked in the direction of the north.

The poplar trees in the north are uneven, and there are occasionally a few conifer pines mixed in there, Wu Zhiyuan can't see the situation in the north clearly, but he faintly feels that the truth seems to be only one step away from him, and the source of the matter is behind the coniferous pine, so he didn't think much about it, and followed after the row of holly.

The two of them passed through several coniferous pines one after the other, and a small gray house appeared in front of them.

The small house was more than a man tall, and the style was completely different from the cells on the west side, and it was out of place with the surrounding qiē, gray bricks, black wooden doors, no decoration on the wooden doors, only a copper lock the size of a bowl at the buckle, which was larger than the one on the door of the cell. The whole small house seems to have been built here on purpose.

Standing outside the door, Wu Zhiyuan felt that the compelling yin qi was emanating from the door, there should be something with extremely heavy yin qi hidden in this small house, thinking that it had something to do with that little ghost, could it be that his body was hidden here?

Wu Zhiyuan was thinking about it, Zhang Dashuai took out a huge key from his pocket, walked to the wooden door, and opened the copper lock on the door.

The copper lock fell to the ground, Zhang Dashuai didn't pick it up, nor did he reach out to push the wooden door, but just stood at the door in a daze, as if there was something extremely terrifying in the door, and it seemed that there was a pain in his heart that he didn't want to lift, so he didn't have the courage to stretch out his hand to push the door.

Seeing this, Wu Zhiyuan stepped forward and gently pushed the wooden door open.

With a "creak" sound, the wooden door was pushed open a crack that could accommodate one person, Zhang Dashuai's body trembled a few times, bit his lower lip, and walked in, followed by Wu Zhiyuan.

The light inside the wooden door is dim, and there are no windows on the walls of this small house, but there is a candle lit on the table directly north of the house, the candle is small, so the light emitted is relatively dim, and at this time it has burned more than half, and the candle is full of wax and oil, and it can be seen that after the candle burns out, people often come to renew the candle.

Wu Zhiyuan stared at the table due north, slowly took a few steps forward, he glanced at the things placed on the table, and wondered for a moment, when he saw the shiny thing behind the candle, his whole body couldn't help but be shocked!

The thing was dazzlingly reflected under the reflection of the candlelight, and Wu Zhiyuan moved to the side, seeing that the thing was a small crystal clear glass bottle, and the bottle seemed to contain something. There are several porcelain dolls on both sides of the glass bottle, the porcelain dolls are the same size, different shapes, there are men and women, it seems that they are all children's images, and the style of the fourth aunt is very similar. Wu Zhiyuan took a closer look, there were four porcelain dolls on the left side of the glass bottle, and there were only three on the right, and the middle position was empty, obviously the porcelain doll in the hands of the fourth aunt was originally placed there.

Wu Zhiyuan already had an inference in his heart, in order to see what was in the glass bottle, he planned to go over to see what was going on, but the moment he raised his foot, one grabbed him behind him.

Wu Zhiyuan looked back and saw that Zhang Dashuai was pulling his sleeve with one hand and waving at him with the other, signaling not to go over.

"It's okay, I'll just take a look." Wu Zhiyuan brushed off Zhang Dashuai's hand, turned around and walked towards the table.

When he arrived at the table, Wu Zhiyuan saw the glass bottle clearly, which contained a wooden carved image of a child, although the wood was short, but the child had all facial features, his eyebrows, nose and ears were drawn in black ink, his eyes and mouth were made of cinnabar, and he only had a red belly pocket on his body, with a bare buttocks, and his appearance was very vivid.

Wu Zhiyuan instantly thought of the little boy he saw in the cell last night with only a red belly pocket and a bare buttocks, could it be him?

In the candlelight jumping, Wu Zhiyuan seemed to see the woodcarved child in the glass bottle move, and his body seemed to lean lightly against the wall of the bottle.

Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly turned around and said to Zhang Dashuai: "Let's go out first, he may have come back." ”

Zhang Dashuai had a look of horror and disbelief on his face when he heard this, but he didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly turned around and walked outside the wooden door, and Wu Zhiyuan immediately followed.

The two passed through two iron gates and returned to the main courtyard of the villa, where Zhang Dashuai sat on the stone platform under the rockery, his face was very ugly.

"Tell me, what's going on with those things in there?" Wu Zhiyuan stood opposite Zhang Dashuai and asked.

"Oh, fuck, alas." Zhang Dashuai sighed a few times, sat on the stone platform with his hands on his head, but did not answer.

"What's the matter with that puppet in that glass bottle inside?" Wu Zhiyuan continued to ask.

Zhang Dashuai put his fingers in his hair and scratched it, as if he was quite distressed about this matter, he didn't speak for a long time, and Wu Zhiyuan could only stalemate with him.

At this moment, a miserable scream suddenly came from the villa!

Zhang Dashuai's body shook suddenly, raised his head suddenly, looked at Wu Zhiyuan in a panic, and then turned his head to look at the villa.

"Not good!" Wu Zhiyuan screamed secretly, turned around and ran towards the villa. He heard that the scream was the voice of the fourth aunt, just now he and Zhang Dashuai entered the little ghost's house, and soon after they came out, they heard the fourth aunt's scream, it was very likely that the little ghost was disturbed by Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Dashuai and annoyed.

Wu Zhiyuan was very fast, Zhang Dashuai was fat, but agile, both of them quickly rushed to the second floor and came to the door of the fourth aunt's room, and the screams came out of the room one after another.

The four guards were still guarding the door at this time, one by one at a loss, seeing Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Dashuai coming, they hurriedly made way out, and one of them was trembling with the key to open the door, Wu Zhiyuan pulled him aside and kicked the door open.

The scene in front of him stunned everyone, only to see that the fourth aunt was too cloaked, sitting on the carpet at this time, but her left hand seemed to be pressed to the ground and could not move, but her right hand was holding scissors, and the scissors fell together, stabbing her left hand on the ground! I don't know how many scissors I stabbed, and the carpet around my left hand was already stained red with blood. The fourth aunt's expression was frightened, her mind seemed to be clear, she tried to grit her teeth to stop the stab of the scissors in her right hand, but both hands seemed to have refused to listen to her call, no matter how hard she tried, her right hand would still slowly rise, and then stab down, and her left hand seemed to be glued to the ground, unable to move at all.

"Help me! Please, help me! The fourth aunt saw Wu Zhiyuan and the others who were stunned at the door, and there was a pleading gaze under her scattered hair.