There is a township called Xianghe (pseudonym), and in the middle of the mountainside sits a two-story building made of ancient bricks, with an area of about 300 square meters. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The bluestone brick wall outside the info room is covered with creeper vine branches and leaves, and this creeper climbs with joy, and even the roof tiles are crawling with dense vine leaves.

The old people in the town said that the house was more than 100 years old, and it was said that the house belonged to a wealthy landowner before liberation. After liberation, it was used for bank office work, and now it is owned by the village. The townspeople say that this ancient house is haunted every day, and often at night, the miserable sound of a female ghost crying like a cat can be heard from the house.

The village cadres used to work in that house for a few days, and they really said that there were ghosts in it, and all kinds of strange things would happen every day, so they were so frightened that they all moved out immediately and went to work elsewhere.

Someone wanted to buy this house, and as soon as they heard that there were ghosts in it, they immediately shook their heads like a drum.

A group of migrant workers from other villages, as soon as they moved in, they ran out in the middle of the night crying and crying.

It is said that there was a very bold man who made a bet with the villagers in the town that if he dared to stay in this ghost house for one night, the villagers would give him Wu Baiyuan, and otherwise, he would invite the villagers to drink.

The villagers agreed.

So at night, he carried a shotgun and a big knife into the haunted house, and when he went to the toilet and returned to the house, he found that the gun and the knife were gone, and he ran out of the haunted house with a frightened soul.

The next day, the villagers were smiling at the wine table.

And just like that, the haunted house was idle.

In 1996, in a village called Kushu Village (pseudonym) in the north, there was a young man named Lan Tian, who had long eyebrows and clear eyes, a medium build, a flowing artist's hairstyle, a strong scholarly taste, and an artist's temperament. However, his life was not good, his parents left him when he was ten years old, and then his brother raised him single-handedly, and he is almost 30 years old this year, still alone.

Because of poverty, let alone marrying a wife and having children, he almost can't even make a living, now if he is looking for a girlfriend, he must have a house, and he must also have a deposit of 10,000 yuan, otherwise you don't dare to think about it.

My brother is a simple farmer, and my sister-in-law is also an honest rural woman. He also loved his younger brother very much, so much so that Lan Tian rarely did farm work.

Lan Tian once worshipped an old painter who was full of scriptures to learn to paint portraits, and because of his natural aptitude and intelligence, the portraits soon became lifelike and wonderful. He is now delving into a series of oil paintings.

Lan Tian has this painting craft, decided to set up his own door, did not want to send people under the fence, so after he said goodbye to his brother and sister-in-law, he picked up the bedding, clothes and painting folders, etc., and went outside to roam the rivers and lakes everywhere to help people paint portraits, he wanted to earn money to support himself, usually he painted wherever he went.

One summer morning, Lan Tian wandered to this small town of Xianghe, this day was just in time for the market, and the streets were full of long small stalls, buying clothes, shoes, daily necessities, dry food, etc., these bosses were enthusiastically shouting and soliciting business.

The middle of the street is crowded with people who come and go like shuttles, bustling and bustling.

Lan Tian was in the corner of the street, quickly set up a stall, and after a while, several old people patronized his business, Lan Tian was overjoyed, he reached out and brought his small stool to an old man to sit down.

He laid out the drawing paper on the clip, quickly sketched the frame of the head cross on the paper with charcoal, and then began to paint from light to heavy with a skillful brushstroke.

About half an hour later, a complete sketch portrait was born, and the old man was quite satisfied with it, and he happily took out 5 yuan to Lan Tian and took the sketch.

Towards noon, the crowd dispersed. Lan Tian painted a total of 8 portraits in a busy morning, and he counted the tickets in his pocket, earning a total of 40 yuan. He was satisfied with his business today, so he decided to stay in the town for a while longer to earn a little money before leaving, and he wanted to rent a house to live in first. Where to rent?

At this moment, an old man in a white shirt came over, about sixty years old, with a short beard and silver hair, a red face, a medium build, and a bloated body. He put his hands behind his back, smiled slightly, and leaned over to squint at the oil painting that Lan Tian was placing on the ground,

"Uncle, do you want to buy a painting?" Lan Tian, who was closing the stall, asked politely.

The old man smiled and shook his head.

Lan Tian suddenly remembered the matter of renting a house, so he asked politely again; "Uncle, do you know that there is rent in this town? It's cheaper, and we're doing a small business. ”

The old man thought for a moment, and then blurted out; "There is a building, there is an abandoned house in our village, and the village entrusts me to rent it out, I don't know if you dare to live in it?"

Lan Tian, who was picking up the folded paper, asked curiously; "Why?"

The old man said bluntly; "Everyone says it's haunted inside, do you dare to live?"

As soon as Lan Tian heard that there were ghosts in it, he was born not afraid of evil, what ghosts are not ghosts, but they are just legends and superstitions, he thinks; People's hearts are full of ghosts, and their hearts are free from all evils. It's all psychological, and he never believes in ghosts.

So, he replied with a smile; "Dare! How much is a month? ”

"Twenty dollars a month, but you have to pay first! What if you stay until midnight and scare away? The old man was worried that he would not be able to collect the rent.

"Yes!" Lan Tian readily agreed, he gritted his teeth, took out twenty yuan from his purse and handed it to the old man.

Lan Tian quickly sorted out all the things, and nibbled on a little dry food, then picked up the package and went to the haunted house with the old man to live.

After walking for about twenty minutes, the two came to the foot of a mountain, and after climbing more than forty stone steps, they arrived at the gate of the haunted house.

The old man sweated profusely and panted and took out the key from his pocket, and after he opened the small padlock on the door tremblingly, he stuffed the key into Lan Tian's hand, his eyes jumped in panic, and without saying a word, he turned around and hurried down the stone steps.

Lan Tian smiled and shook his head again.

Lan Tian looked at the weeds and thorns everywhere in front of the door, and the creeper on the wall was growing vigorously, with lush branches and leaves.

He looked again at the foot of the mountain was a spacious sandy mud road, and under the dam of the sand road was a large river, flowing water for thousands of miles, the river was sparkling in the sun, and fallen leaves and floating objects gently rippled in the water.

Lan Tian knows a little about feng shui, he thinks that there is a big road and a big river opposite the gate of this house, this house is very rich, because the big road is a golden belt, the big river is a cornucopia, the combination of the two, people who can live in this house for a long time will make a fortune.

With a "squeak", Lan Tian gently pushed open the door, and a strong musty smell hit him, and the house was full of cobwebs hanging all over the sky.

Lan Tian blinked and walked in, he felt the heat outside the house, but the room was cool. He laid the package on the ground, which was all paved with bluestone slabs. He looked at the house quietly, the light was good, the hall was spacious and bright, there was a row of six wooden rooms on the left, and a row of six wooden rooms on the right, far opposite.

Directly opposite the entrance is a snow-white lime wall with a large moon painted in ink. It looks very quiet and comfortable.

The hall has a square patio against the wall, the eaves above the patio are also square, but empty, you can see the blue sky, there is a well in the middle of the patio, and the well is surrounded by a one-meter-high fence wall of blue bricks.

The floor of the patio is also paved with bluestone slabs, and the terrain is about 20 centimeters lower than the floor of the hall, and there are drainage leaks around it.

Lan Tian leaned over to the well and looked at it, the water in the well was very clear and clean, and it could reflect his own avatar. Wells that have not been used for a long time are usually polluted and black.

There was a small door on the right side of the wall of the hall, and Lan Tian walked in to see that it was a kitchen, with an earthen stove inlaid with mottled rusty iron pots. The kitchen has everything you need, including bowls, chopsticks, cups, basins, buckets, etc. There is a back door at the back of the kitchen that leads up the hill.

There is a wooden staircase against the wall on the left side of the hall, and the staircase handrail is also a wooden railing, this staircase is the staircase leading to the second floor, and Lan Tian walked up the wooden steps of the staircase.

When I went upstairs, there were cobwebs everywhere, and there were four rooms on the left and four rooms on the right. The floor, ceiling, and wall panels were mottled by moths, and Lan Tian carefully looked at the materials of these boards, all of them were cedar wood, and they were very old.

Lan Tian chose the first large room on the left as a bedroom, because there were two small beds in it, a desk by the window, a chair, and a dresser next to the desk, and a large mirror on the dresser, which was very old, and the brownish-red color had faded.

So, Lan Tian moved in the parcels, brooms, bedding, etc., and found a broom to clean the room.

After tidying up, Lan Tian went to the town to buy some candles and daily necessities, as well as some rice, a piece of raw tofu and cabbage. Because it took too much time to tidy up the room and wash the iron pot in the kitchen, it was already very late, Lan Tian was simply lazy to cook and eat, he boiled some hot water and soaked instant noodles to eat.

At night, Lan Tian carefully closed the latches of the gate and the back door. He took rice and tofu and vegetables and went upstairs early, entered the bedroom, and closed the door. Since there was no electric light in the room, Lan Tian had to light candles, he took out oil paints and pens, laid out the drawing paper on the table, he practiced painting oil painting hard, but no matter how he applied the color, the landscape painting he painted was simply terrible, blurry, and the deformation was not three-dimensional. As a result, his oil paintings are not cared for, and they are all doing loss-making business.

Lan Tian threw away the paintbrush in a dejected manner, and he sat down on the bed to read.

In the middle of the night, there was silence. Lan Tian snorted, he stretched his waist, his eyes were tired, he wanted to get up and blow out the candle and go to sleep.

At this moment he saw the candle jumping violently, flickering left and right, and an eerie cold wind rushed in through the cracks in the closed door and window, and the mirror of the dresser swayed slightly.

Suddenly, Lan Tian saw a huge black shadow standing outside the window, his hair was scattered, although the moon outside was very large, but he couldn't see his face, the black shadow stood quietly for a while, and slowly drifted away.

Lan Tian was shocked, he had a thrill on his back, his face turned pale, and he was suddenly scared and didn't feel sleepy at all. Only then did he believe that the old man's words were true, and that there was really a ghost. Lan Tian couldn't control it a little, so he wanted to get up and run! But his legs were shaking.

At this moment, suddenly there was a slight cry of a woman downstairs, terrible, sometimes like a baby crying, sometimes like a cat crying......

Lan Tian asked himself in astonishment, the front and back doors of my downstairs are closed, even flies can't fly in, is it really a ghost?

After this cry for a while, the two women whispered downstairs.

Lan Tian pricked up his ears, and couldn't understand what they were talking about for a long time.

After saying that, there was another burst of women's laughter downstairs, which was like a mournful wolf howling at the moon.

Lan Tian was frightened into a cold sweat by this terrifying and terrifying laughter, his pupils began to shrink and deform, his flowing artistic long hair was like being hit by electricity and was desperately straightening and swelling, and his heart was beating wildly.

After the two women downstairs had laughed enough, the downstairs suddenly became a dead silence, and after a while, a strange footstep sound began to go upstairs, it "chirped" step by step upstairs, this sound was like the bell of death quietly ringing.