It's night, and it's as quiet as water.

The cramped wooden window has a cross-shaped lattice in the middle, and the rusty iron nails hold the four pieces of dirty glass to it, and the wind blows and crumbles.

The moonlight shines through the glass, leaving a faint light on the concrete floor like a ghostly drawing.

Bu Yu couldn't sleep, and he rarely slept peacefully, as he looked so aggressive.

Not because of overtime, but...

His energy is so abundant that the slightest wind and grass can make his spirit like a wild dog that has gone mad.

"Hmm~Woo~"

The wind blew through the cracks in the glass windows, making a low humming sound, like the distorted black shadows left by the dirt on the glass, swaying in the moonlight on the ground.

Bu Yu stared boredly at the light, his eyes glazed, as if he wanted to hypnotize himself.

Suddenly, the black shadow broke off the ground and turned into a strange human face that was almost shapeless, screaming bloodied and lunging at him.

"Ha~"

Bu Yu yawned, and his eyelids didn't move.

The grimace stopped abruptly as it was about to stick to his face.

The bloodshot in the white eyes was clearly visible, and it was rapidly turning back and forth, and even the sound of its eyes moving could be heard.

The two guys just looked at each other for a minute, and Bu Yu rubbed his eyes,

"Hey, boring."

It didn't matter if he spoke, the whole ghost figure looked like its hair had been torn by the eighth-level wind, and it lost its shape in an instant.

A number of black "mud spots" were thrown from its body to the ground and walls, and then turned into puffs of black smoke and disappeared.

It screamed in horror,

"You, what are you!"

Bu Yu sighed into the palm of his hand,

"Heh, what am I, don't you have a little bit of b in your heart, the loss of Lao Tzu didn't eat a few more cloves of garlic today, otherwise that breath just now would have blown directly to you."

The ghost finally regained its stillness, turning into a black lamp god with no lower body, holding his chin with both hands as if he was thinking,

"Superbirth? Family planning has long been canceled, so why do you still say the word superbirth? ”

"it."

Bu got goosebumps, how long is this dead ghost brain circuit, if Lao Tzu has the ability to blow who is pregnant, he will still be single for more than 20 years?

"What nonsense, what kind of mix did you mix up when you were alive? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Is there a deposit? The master is in a good mood to help you deal with it, so hurry up and pack up and go to reincarnation. ”

The ghost shook for a while, and more black liquid dripped from it, making a sticky "chirp" sound.

Bu Yu looked crooked for a while,

"The days in the yang world are not easy, are they?"

The ghost shadow chased after him in the spirit of digging into the roots,

"What the hell are you... You can see me..."

"Who am I... How did I die..."

In the end, it becomes a pointless piercing scream.

"Hahaha... I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry!! ”

Generally speaking, a person's soul will remain the same as it was when he was alive, and even his clothes and belongings will not change, and he will be what he is when he dies.

When people die, the lights go out, and the way they were at that time is imprinted into eternity.

The souls that remain in the world wander in the rolling red dust day by day, and the scorching sun scorches and destroys them, suffering from them all the time, and gradually, they either turn into ghosts or scatter with the wind.

Bu Yu raised his eyebrows, he has seen a lot of ghosts, as the saying goes, people have yang, and ghosts have yin.

And the thing in front of me, the breath on its body is more like a dung pit.

The ghost suddenly turned back,

"I hate it! I'm so hungry! ”

It rushed towards Bu Xu, and what it didn't expect was that it actually collided with Bu Xu.

"Boom!"

Bu Yu was flipped off his head, and his head hit the wallboard, his eyes full of Venus,

"Damn, what's going on??"

...

The fat aunt and Lao Liu sat up from the bed, and Lao Liu grabbed the kitchen knife on the bedside table.

"I'll go take a look!"

Fat Aunt Dao,

"What's the use of you going... The old lady said that if you kill so many people, sooner or later you will be haunted by evil ghosts, this is all retribution... No, I'll have to find a way to get this girl to move out on her own. ”

Lao Liu is not happy,

"How do you speak, aren't the girls also for us, if you don't have these field workers, you still want to eat vegetables in this kind of place to live a small life, and forget that they gave you a bag of seeds today?"

The fat aunt snorted, and her tone was three points weaker,

"Anyway, you don't care, it's just dawn... If this continues, the old lady's house will become a haunted house. ”

Lao Liu sighed, turned off the light and went to bed.

...

Bu Yu bumped into Venus, and the ghost shadow was not much better, it directly became a large cloud of chaotic smoke, screaming out through the crack in the door.

What a line!

Bu Yan pushed the door open, and the corridor was dark and cold, and the old wooden floor creaked and creaked, which was particularly infiltrating in the middle of the night.

"Ahh

There was a scream from the room of the knife, and without thinking about it, Bu Yu kicked the door open and rushed in, shouting in his mouth,

"Sister Dao, don't panic, Brother Abu is here to protect! Protect! You! ”

Bu Xu's eyes shone brightly.

(Tsk, see, this is the sister paper that I take a fancy to.) ）

(Sister Knife's skin is so good!) ）

(Ouch, sweat, sweat.) ）

(No, no, no, my heart is going to explode.) ）

Twenty years have never been close to the girl alone Bu Fat, a bright cabbage heart bursts like an old chrysanthemum, this is God help me!

"Huh!"

A bronze sword interrupted Bu Xu's fantasy, and the movie in his mind had passed the time period when the gray-haired children and grandchildren were around their knees.

The bronze sword shook out a brilliant sword flower in the hand of the sword girl, and the orange-yellow sword light was eye-catching.

"Smack."

Bu Yuti slipped through the inexplicably broken belt of his trousers and rolled on the ground, and before he could get up, the cold blade was already attached to his neck.

"Ahem, ahem... Sister Dao, what are you doing here, I'm Bu Xu, I'm your Abu brother. ”

"Scoundrel, you are looking for death!"

"Howl~"

The ghost stood on the shoulder of Sister Knife, triumphant, and its shrill howl echoed throughout the room.

"Hahaha..."

The cloth is full of tears, you are fucking arrogant!

"Sister Xiaodao, listen to me, there are ghosts in this house, you let me get up quickly, Brother Abu will pinch and explode this grandson and smash the eggs in minutes..."

The knife's eyebrows stood up, the corners of his mouth pulled out a cold arc, and the bronze sword was turned,

"Boom!"

Bu Xuan fainted.

The knife pinched Bu Xu's chin, frowned and looked at it a few times before lying on the bed.

"Another nightmare."

After thinking about it, the knife twisted the bedside lamp uneasily, and glanced at Bu Yu again,

"Hmph, let's be a door god for my aunt and grandmother tonight."

Put the soft pillow comfortably,

"Hey, you can get a good night's sleep."