Huang Qiwen opened the window and looked out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There was nothing on the windowsill.

He walked up to the balcony and leaned on the fence to look down.

There is an indescribable weirdness in the neighborhood at night.

Huang Qiwen just wanted to return to the room, when he suddenly saw a few people standing in the community. They were on the ground under the window of his house, looking up.

The faces of those men were pale and glowing faintly.

"Huh?"

Huang Qiwen was a little strange, look carefully.

He found out that he knew all those people, and it was none other than those poor relatives of his family.

What are they here for?

Huang Qiwen frowned, and "cut" in his mouth, intending to ignore them. However, a strange force pushed him from behind, and he remained lying on the fence as if he were immobilized. His gaze was straight at the pale faces of the men, unable to take his eyes off.

His family lived on the twenty-fifth floor, but he could see the faces of those people clearly.

Huang Qirun, Yang Jianqin, Huang Qingxue, Zhang Shan, Xiang Chunping...... No more, no less, it happened to be a few people he had sat at the same table with him at the birthday party, and several of them had been laughed at by him.

All of them were expressionless, looking straight up, without even blinking an eye.

After watching it for a few minutes, Huang Qiwen began to mumble.

Aren't their necks sore?

Suddenly, his heart shook.

He had a strange feeling that the people downstairs were not looking up, but that they were looking like this, and their faces were facing the sky.

But why are they standing downstairs in my house watching? Are you looking at me? What do they want to do? Revenge?

Huang Qiwen was slightly flustered at first, but soon the panic disappeared.

What can they do with a bunch of poor ghosts?

He smiled contemptuously, feeling a lot lighter. He turned and walked into the room.

He suddenly realized that the moment he opened the window, the cat's meow had also disappeared.

He looked left and right and closed the window.

The meow of the cat reappeared.

Not only that, but the voice became more and more poignant, more and more terrifying, and became the same as the voice of a female ghost in a horror movie.

Could it be that the cat's meow is not coming from outside, but from inside the house?

Huang Qiwen looked around suspiciously, walked out of the bedroom again, and went to each room to check it out.

No trace of the cat was found.

However, the cat's terrible cry never stopped, and seemed to follow him all the time.

He pulled out two earplugs from a drawer, barely blocking out the cat's meow.

Outside the window, the sky gradually brightened, and Huang Qiwen fell asleep groggy.

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It's already past two o'clock in the middle of the night, and Xiang Chunping hasn't slept yet. He pulled out a knife from his toolbox, a candle, a straw man, some messy things, and a piece of paper from his coat pocket.

Xiang Xiping woke up in the middle of the night and walked towards the bathroom. When he passed through the middle hall, he saw Xiang Chunping squatting on the ground and didn't know what he was doing, so he asked, "Brother, what are you doing?" ”

"Humph! That Huang Qiwen is not a thing, I have to make him unlucky. ”

"Unlucky? How to make him unlucky? Xiang Xiping sobered up a lot and asked.

He looked at the things on the ground and vaguely guessed a few points.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Xiang Xiping has completely sobered up.

"Don't worry, I don't want his life either, just let him suffer a little bit, that's it, it's okay, it's a vent for our brothers." Xiang Chunping said.

Huang Qiwen likes poor relatives very much, it is precisely because of them that he can have so many opportunities to show off his might, and he needs them to set him off. He took every opportunity to sneer at them and show that he was rich. The Xiang Chunping brothers are just ordinary workers, and they are not less ridiculed.

Everyone has a temper. The two brothers may not be arrogant, but they have a strong self-esteem like anyone else. Left and right were ridiculed and sarcastic, they were already angry, but they endured it all the time.

What can they do? Hit him?

There are always a few bodyguards standing behind him, and if they really want to fight, they will definitely suffer.

However, there is a limit to human endurance. If it doesn't work, try something else.

"I don't want to kill him, just let him have a headache and stomach ache from time to time, and I will take revenge. Anyway, it's not a big feud, he just owes it. ”

"Well, okay, brother, I think it's okay." Xiang Xiping said.

The two brothers did not sleep, so they drew the formation, dripped wax and oil, laid out the things, and said something in their mouths.

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Early the next morning, Huang Qiwen woke up. He had an important meeting that morning, and he had to catch a plane to Qilian City as soon as possible.

His wife was still nowhere to be found, and he didn't bother to ask. After packing up, he was escorted by several bodyguards to the airport and successfully boarded the flight to Qilian.

Since he hadn't slept well all night last night, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

He sat down by the window, looked out casually, closed his eyes and prepared for sleep.

In a daze, he felt the plane rise into the air.

Flight attendants pushed the food cart and asked one by one what kind of food they wanted. Huang Qiwen was woken up and a little unhappy. He opened his eyes and looked at the dining car.

Suddenly, he saw a person underneath the dining cart.

The man was undressed, curled up and hiding under the dining cart, watching him. His eyes were blood-red, and his skin was sallow with several nicks. His mouth was surprisingly large, crescent-shaped, with two rows of fangs peeking out, making it look like it was mounted on the back.

Huang Qiwen suddenly sobered up and immediately sat up straight.

The flight attendant asked what the person on his right needed and asked him what the person on his right needed.

But he was not asked what he needed.

The dining cart was pushed straight over. Huang Qiwen looked at the back of the flight attendant with some confusion, then looked at the food in front of the passenger next to him, and finally turned his head to look out the window.

It was dark outside the window, as if flying into a dark cloud, which was very wrong.

However, Huang Qiwen didn't think too much about it, and closed his eyes again to sleep.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

In a trance, he thought he was still at home. He was startled because he remembered that he had to wake up early today, and it would be bad if he overslept.

He snapped his eyes open and found himself on the plane, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The knock on the door rang again.

His face suddenly turned pale, and an ominous premonition came from under his feet like a chill, rushing straight above his head.

The knock on the door came in the direction of his left.

He looked out the porthole, and it was still pitch black.

Suddenly, a face appeared in the window, so white that it was almost shiny.

Huang Qiwen exclaimed in surprise and subconsciously dodged backwards.

He recognized the face, it was the face of his relative Yin Zhaojun. This man was his wife's brother-in-law, and he sat at the same table as him at the birthday feast.