The old mansion is fine during the day, but at night it always gives people a feeling of inexplicability. After finishing the trivialities, Zelin wanted to go to bed, and his eyes always glanced at the back window unintentionally.

Zelin was afraid for a reason, that night was the day when Chen Jun and they were not at home, that is, the days when Liu Jing was hospitalized in the county hospital!

The old house was surrounded by woods, and at night a blue-gray mist shrouded the surroundings as night came. At the same time, the sound of low birds in the depths of the woods in the book was heard, and the wind slowly shook the shadowy woods, trembling slightly in the darkness. That scene frightened Zelin before it was completely dark, so he quickly slipped to the bed, pulled up the futon and covered it from head to toe.

Zelin curled up in the futon, and the quiet atmosphere around him was completely shrouded in the darkness of his thoughts.

Zelin secretly scolded himself for when he became so timid, so he mustered up the courage to lift the futon. Just as he lifted the futon, there was a sound of something knocking on the window as if something was knocking on the window.

"Who!"

In the empty space, Zelin's panicked questioning voice was heard, and after a long time, he didn't hear the imaginary reply, he secretly thought, maybe the wind is blowing something! He pulled the futon again and rolled himself up and lay down.

'Tuk Tuk...... Woo ......'

Zelin understood this time, not only the knocking sound, but also the whimpering sound of the woman crying. He was shocked and scolded to himself: Nima, there can't be a ghost!

I think when I first came here, Zelin felt that something was wrong with this house, and the more I watched it, the more it looked like the background of Lanruo Temple in 'A Chinese Ghost Story' on TV.

If it weren't for my father's repeated confession before his death, asking him to take care of the young owner unconditionally, he Wang Zelin would rather die than run to this mountain and be frightened.

Zelin was timid, but he still stiffened his head, got up and picked up the short wooden stick that had been prepared long ago from the side of the bed, clenched it tightly in his hand, walked barefoot on the ground, and slowly approached the window.

Because of the nervousness, Zelin felt his heart 'plop, plop. Beating like a drum, he sighed, secretly forcing himself to be composed.

Zelin reached out to open the window, his fingers touched the window frame handle, and the 'tuk tuk' was another knock, and the vibration of the gap knocking on the window was transmitted from his fingers to his body. Startled, he hurriedly withdrew his hand and put his ear to the window......

"Open the door...... Whining...... It's cold. ”

Zelin was frightened when he heard this, but he didn't wet his pants, he quickly stepped back, gave up the idea of opening the window to see what was going on, and secretly thought to himself that it would be better to go back to the bed and lie down, maybe it would be better when it was dawn.

Thinking so, Zelin retreated to the side of the bed, and his body was not yet resting on the bed. The damn window suddenly shook violently, and it looked as if something was pounding violently and trying to break through the window.

Zelin was so frightened that he couldn't stop shivering, pinching and holding the wooden stick is his hand shaking, and all kinds of thoughts were stuffed into his brain.

Zelin gritted his teeth, tightened the wooden stick in his hand, and snorted: "Nima, you are a human or a ghost, Lao Tzu is not afraid of you." "The windows didn't stop pounding because of his intimidation, but they moved more and more violently. Startled, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and suddenly said in a tone of disbelief that he couldn't believe: "Please, don't make trouble here, you old and extinguish the fire, I will worship you with a pig's head tomorrow, I really can't do it...... I'll get you a fat chicken. ”

Zelin's words seemed to have a role, and the movement of the window stopped slightly, followed by another tremor. There was a terrifying crash from the window, which frightened him all over his sweat and hair, and he was cold and afraid, and he really regretted not leaving here with the owner. Why was he so stupid in the first place, he had to stay and see what kind of mansion he was brave and loyal.

Zelin thought to himself that Hengzhu was a death, it was better to fight with this ghost, and when he thought about it, he suddenly raised his head and laughed out loud. In this way, when someone hums a song when he is afraid, he is different, he yells when he is afraid, or he laughs.

After that, Zelin agitated his cheeks, his fingers flicked and clenched the stick, and he approached the window again.

Zelin resolutely walked to the window and opened it without waiting for the window to make a sound. As the window opened, a cold wind with a suffocating smell 'whoosh' came to his face, and he shivered excitedly.

Zelin leaned in to peek out of the window at the darkness in his eyes, and he couldn't see the scenery outside clearly. Nima, the feeling is to scare himself, he thinks like this, he pulls the window, wants to close it and continue to sleep.

Zelin was pulling the window with his hand, and suddenly found that there were three hands on the window, how could there be one more hand. He looked at his hands on either side of the window, and then at the hand that had popped out of nowhere, and the extra hand in the middle was white, white and festering, and there were maggots crawling where the festering place.

Zelin was frightened, and he gasped in his throat. Startled, he accelerated the action of pulling the window, and his brain quickly flashed a word, that is, this hand is from a ghost hand.

Zelin thought at this point, because of the pity of fear and fear, the sincerity could not be described in words. He kept scolding, "Damn, Nima!" Ghost ...... kept pulling the window in the middle, and the hand was also grabbing it in, as if trying to catch him.

Zelin is so scared! He desperately pulled the window together, and the hand was stuck in the middle of the window, whirling and whirling, trying to grab something. At this time, he stared at this hand, what kind of hand is this! It's like a prosthetic hand sculpted in plaster, covered with dark nails......

Zelin had no other way, he plugged the window latch, grabbed the wooden stick that was resting beside him, and smashed it at the hand.

One, two, three...... Zelin didn't take a closer look, whether he hit the hand or not, anyway, he kept dancing the wooden stick wildly.

I don't know if it's hundreds or how many. Eventually, when my hands were sore, I had to stop. 'Whew, whew. Zelin was so tired that he was out of breath, he raised his hand to wipe a handful of cold sweat, and looked carefully at the window, the hand was missing, was it broken?

Zelin buried his head in the ground and looked at the ground, and then he raised himself and looked at the window, but there was nothing. It's weird, even the ghost hand should leave some clues!

Zelin searched for a long time, but the window was no longer as loud as before, and everything was quiet again, as if nothing had happened just now.

Feeling like he was having a nightmare, Zelin yawned and stepped back to the bed. Suspiciously, he glanced at the window to make sure there was no sound, and pulled over the futon and fell asleep.

When Zelin woke up the next day, the first thing he looked at was the window, oh my! The windows were gone, and only a small amount of debris of glass remained on the wooden window frames.

Zelin was confused, did he use a wooden stick to smash the entire glass of the window last night? So why break the glass for no reason!

Zelin didn't remember what happened last night at all, and he didn't want to think about it, so he had to get the glass in order quickly, and it would be bad if the owner came back and saw it.