Zhang Xiaoqin smiled a little embarrassed at the family sitting in the living room, she is a shrewd girl who knows that I am also very embarrassed, in order not to let this embarrassing atmosphere continue, she quickly explained my intention to her family. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In this way, the faces of the seven aunts and eight aunts sitting in the living room softened slightly, and out of the first meeting and asked me, they all stood up to express their politeness, and I waved my hand slightly, signaling that you don't have to be so polite.

After everyone sat down, Zhang Xiaoqin brought a cup of tea from the back room and put it in front of me, not to mention that I was indeed a little thirsty when I trotted all the way just now, and I unceremoniously picked up the cup on the coffee table and took a slight sip.

Zhang Xiaoqin's brother and sister-in-law came to me one after another, and told in detail why his woman had a strange disease, and the little girl didn't eat or drink all day long, and she didn't know what she wanted to do.

Zhang Xiaoqin's brother and sister-in-law finally gave birth to a child, and the family can't wait to be a phoenix to love, how can they watch the little girl torture like this, at first they thought that the little girl might have a cold and was uncomfortable.

But the facts tell them that it is not a cold at all, and I remember that the old people in the village often scared the children, saying that children with low yang energy should not go to gloomy places, this statement is not groundless, but there is indeed such a statement.

I had a general understanding, I waved my hand to signal that they didn't have to say any more, and quickly took me to see the child, Zhang Xiaoqin took me to her niece's room roughly, and the moment I opened the door, I smelled an extremely bloody smell.

I hurriedly covered my nose and came to the bed, looking at the thin Wang Na, I couldn't help but feel a little moved and distressed, in my spare time, I accidentally found that the room was filled with a strong smell of blood, but Zhang Xiaoqin, her brother and her sister-in-law standing behind her, did not feel it at all.

I scratched the back of my head, could it be that there was something wrong with my nose, shouldn't it, I sniffed it carefully, there was still a bad smell of blood, and I didn't bother to pay attention to it at the moment, but focused on Wang Na lying on the bed.

The little girl's pale face, her eyes were closed, and her purple lips were very strange, and I lifted the thin blanket covering her body, which surprised me, and there was a faint shadow of a palm on her neck.

I muttered to myself in my heart, could it be the ghost blood hand of folk rumors, and suddenly a story came to my mind, when I was very young, I once heard the old people sit under the big tree to tell the story of this ghost bloody hand.

This story has to start from the early days of the Republic of China, as early as the old village of Pingyang in Hunan, and Pingyang is located at the southernmost end of the passage, at the junction of Hunan and Guangxi, a mysterious village that few outsiders have set foot in.

I remember that night, when the old people were at leisure, they said that there was a family surnamed Chen, and the portrait of their grandmother hung on the wall of the living room, because there was no sunlight projection all year round, so it often gave people a gloomy feeling.

At first, the family surnamed Chen didn't care, thinking that their grandmother would hurt themselves, but don't forget that ghosts don't have any family affection at all, and they will only do things that people don't know about for some things that they failed to do in their lives.

As usual, the family surnamed Chen finished dinner in the evening, and the family sat at the door to enjoy the shade, while the child, who had not finished eating, sat alone on the table, burying his head in eating, and when he was about to finish eating, he suddenly rolled off the chair. 、

The adults sitting at the door were immediately attracted by this sudden muffled sound, they thought that the child had knocked over something, but when they looked back, they found that their child had fallen down in good shape.

The child's father hurriedly got up from the chair, came to the child with an arrow, picked it up, and saw that the child's father almost didn't let the child slip from his hand, and the child stared at himself with a pair of dark eyes.

The child's father was indeed frightened, he was stunned for a moment, he didn't know what happened to his son, after a while, the child's father came back to his senses, patted the child gently, and called twice tentatively.

And the child did not have any reaction at all, the child's mother at this moment had already witnessed all this, and couldn't help but sit on the ground and cry bitterly, as the so-called no coincidence is not a book, at this moment there happened to be a wandering Fang Shi passing by here, Fang Shi pinched his fingers, and roughly understood what secret was hidden in it.

The priest, dressed in a sky-blue cloak, looked like he was about seventy years old, and walked into the house with a kind smile on his face, and when he saw the woman who was sitting on the ground crying like a cat, he ignored the woman.

Instead, he took a few steps forward and came to the child's father, Fang Shi looked at the child in the arms of the middle-aged man, stretched out his hand and took it, Fang Shi looked at it slightly, and gently patted it three times on the child's seal hall.

Then the child slowly opened a pair of hazy eyes, and the strange thing was that the child broke free from Fang Shi's hands very politely, what Fang Shi never expected was that at a young age, he actually knelt on his knees and bowed to Fang Shi three times.

Fang Shi laughed heartily with satisfaction, turned around and left the place, and when the child's parents came back to their senses, they went out and looked around, Fang Shi had long since disappeared, and he was relieved that the child was finally healed.

Since then, the rescued child surnamed Chen's family has become a scholar praised by the locals, humble and courteous, and time flies, and decades have passed in a blink of an eye, and the surname Chen has become a monk who travels all over the world until his parents died.

I looked at Zhang Xiaoqin's niece, I couldn't help but have some doubts in my heart, could it be that she was also caught by ghosts, I took the doubts in my heart, walked around, and finally my eyes were fixed on a room with the lights off.

Zhang Xiaoqin is a person who understands, she seems to see what I want to do, she went to get the key without saying a word, opened the door of this room, and when she opened the door, a cold wind gently swept under my feet.

In this way, I was even more sure that there must be something wrong with this room, and I did not speak, but came to the door of the room in silence, and when I took a step, a strange cry suddenly sounded in the room.

The room was pitch black, leaning on my right-hand side, there seemed to be a desk, and there was a faint trace of fire on the desk, and the flames appeared from time to time like candles, making people feel that they could be extinguished at any time.

I turned around and motioned for Zhang Xiaoqin to turn on the light, Zhang Xiaoqin was very skilled, the moment the light was turned on, the strange screams in my ears suddenly disappeared, of course, this kind of sound was only heard by me, including the strange smell of blood in Wang Na's room, they couldn't smell it except me.