On the big bed behind the tent, there was a large coffin.

The ancient characters of the carver on the coffin were densely packed, and Li Guangming couldn't understand any of them.

After glancing at the strange coffin in front of him, Li Guangming still decided to take the best policy, there was an inexplicable coffin in such a place, which made the whole room become eerie.

Just as Li Guangming was about to leave, the coffin on the bed suddenly made a slight sound - "dong dong dong" seemed to be something knocking on the coffin board inside.

Although the voice was very weak, in such a completely quiet environment, Li Guangming still listened to it solidly.

Li Guangming called his mother, turned around and ran in the direction of the door, but when Li Guangming turned around, he suddenly saw a sneaky head in the gap outside the door, and one eye was looking straight at him.

Li Guangming's hairs exploded all of a sudden, and he took out a pistol and shot at the door.

It wasn't until all the bullets were out of action and Li Guangming pulled the trigger several times that he slowly calmed down, panting and staring in the direction of the door.

The bullet hit the door, stirring up a haze, and by the time the haze cleared, a large hole had appeared in the door, and the sneaky head was missing from the hole.

"Knock knock!" There was another knocking sound from the coffin behind him, this time obviously much louder than just now.

Could it be that the things in here are really "alive"? When Li Guangming thought like this, he suddenly felt someone at the back of his neck blowing lightly on him.

Li Guangming's head slammed, and he didn't even have the courage to look back, so he howled and pushed open the door and ran out.

There was nothing outside the door, and there was no "person" that Li Guangming saw just now.

Outside is a corridor, on both sides of the corridor are separated rooms, the light is very dim and you can't see the end at a glance, Li Guangming didn't dare to stop at all, while shouting to give himself courage, while running quickly in one direction without a head, for fear that something would catch up behind.

I don't know how long I ran, but it won't be too long, Li Guangming felt that his body was about to reach the limit, it was difficult to breathe, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't take a step.

Death is death, anyway, Lao Tzu can't run anymore Li Guangming stopped, held on to a door next to his hand, and closed his eyes while panting.

But after Li Guangming was stunned and gasped for a long time, there was still no strange thing behind him, there was no sound, and there was no "thing" to find Li Guangming.

Li Guangming, who had recovered some strength, rushed to be scared again, this time not because he was afraid that there would be something strange, but because of human instinct, the fear of death - now even if there is no zongzi and no monster finds him, Li Guangming will not be able to resist for long.

Li Guangming pushed open the door in front of him like ashes, thinking that even if he died, he would die in the room anyway, and he would have a home.

Li Guangming opened the door, it was not surprising that there was still a bedroom inside, there was a big bed in the bedroom, surrounded by a circle of white curtains, this time Li Guangming did not have the urge to tear open the curtain to take a look inside, just wanted to find a stable corner, and sleep over.

Li Guangming was startled, and instinctively wanted to take a step back, but Li Guangming's feet had just been raised, and he was suddenly grabbed by a cold palm and ankle.

Li Guangming lowered his head stiffly, and found that this hand was stretched out from under the big bed, Li Guangming twitched his leg vigorously, but he didn't move at all.

"you, grandma!" Li Guangming, who felt that he was about to die, suddenly did not have much fear of the hand in front of him, but instead a vicious anger rose in his heart, picked up the butt of the pistol and smashed it towards the hand that grabbed his ankle.

Li Guangming slammed the hand, and while smashing, he fiercely greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of this hand and the female relatives and friends.

The hand seemed to be hurt by Li Guangming's smashing, and he let go of his ankle and shrank under the bed.

"Don't run away if you're a mother, aren't you amazing? Hurry up and catch Lao Tzu! Fuck you, don't be arrogant with the master, in a few hours the master will die and become a ghost, and then I will play with you......"

"Are you sick?" Li Guangming was smashing hard, and an angry voice suddenly came from under the big bed, mixed with a few muffled snorts.

"You dare to scold me. You are sick, your father is sick, your mother is sick, your whole family is playing football in the national football team......" Li Guangming was immersed in an inexplicable excitement, and when he heard the sound under the bed, not only did he not stop it, but smashed it even harder.

The voice under the bed was silent for a moment, and then one foot stretched out and glared at Li Guangming's head, Li Guangming rolled his eyes, and simply raised his pistol to the ground and fainted.

After Li Guangming fainted, a somewhat thin figure slowly crawled out from under the bed, looking at his already bruised hands with a painful and tangled face, and looking at Li Guangming lying on the ground, and scolded angrily, "This ****." ”

The thin figure leaned on Li Guangming's side and sat down, touched his forehead, checked his pulse again, and then showed a helpless expression, dragged out a schoolbag from under the bed, took out a bottle of water and poured a few sips for Li Guangming, and then took a small sip of it carefully, got up lightly and closed the door, leaned his back against the door frame, and squinted his eyes.

……

Li Guangming didn't know how long he had been asleep, when he woke up, he only felt a splitting headache, his chest was also attached to his back, and his mouth was dry, and his limbs were sore—in short, there was no comfortable place on his body.

Li Guangming groaned a few times, and a light suddenly lit up around him, shaking Li Guangming almost blinded his eyes, Li Guangming hurriedly closed his eyes, and after a long time, he slowly opened them again, and there was a thin figure standing in front of him, and the searchlight above his head exuded a somewhat dazzling light.

"Two-five-zero?!" Li Guangming looked at the figure in front of him and shouted in disbelief. "Let's hang up together?"

"Hang your sister! Can you TM be quiet! The descendants of the Zhang family walked up to Li Guangming, glared at him and whispered.

"You mean, we didn't hang?" Li Guangming leaned over to the head of the Zhang family and asked in a low voice.