After dinner, An Yan looked around, and there was a village not far from the courtyard, and the bright lights added a lot of popularity. And the backyard is clinging to a big mountain, and from a distance, the mountain is dark.

Looking at An Yan's back alone, Jiang Xiaosheng suddenly attacked from behind, ready to startle him, but An Yan was not frightened and still looked at the sky.

"I wanted to scare you, but I didn't expect to have no reaction at all, it's really boring."

An Yan didn't move, as if there was something in front of him, deeply fascinated.

Jiang Xiaosheng looked in his direction, only to see a dark mountain, he asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

A low voice came from the figure, lost and confused, "Home"

"Home? Isn't your home in City A? ”

This kid won't be homesick so soon, will he? Jiang Xiaosheng smiled secretly.

Just as he was conjecturing, he was suddenly slapped on the back, which scared him into a strange scream, and he was relieved when he saw that it was an acquaintance.

"It's already dark, why are you stunned here?"

But just now, when I walked around the house and was about to return home, I saw him standing here alone, and I didn't know what he was doing.

Jiang Xiaosheng was stunned for a moment, and An Yan had already walked into the house when he came back to his senses. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and shouted, "No, it was obvious that you were in a daze just now, alas? When did you run behind me......"

In the house, Uncle Zhou was already resting, and An Yan lived in the same room as Jiang Xiaosheng. Jiang Xiaosheng sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I can't sleep, how about An Yan tell a ghost story?"

An Yan turned a blind eye to Jiang Xiaosheng's excited appearance, "It's better for me to go to bed early, and I have to get up early tomorrow." With that, he hurriedly lay down.

Jiang Xiaosheng raised his eyebrows and said with a wicked smile: "It's okay, you listen to me."

He cleared his throat, "Once upon a time, there was a perverted murderer who always thought of himself as a ghoul, so he would sneak into someone's house every night, and after knocking them out, he would take out their intestines. ”

He blinked, "Guess what he's doing with those intestines?" ”

An Yan turned sideways and pulled the quilt up, and then he continued: "He took it home, put it in the blender to make a paste, and drank it."

Jiang Xiaosheng spoke vividly, and An Yan moved his Adam's apple in great discomfort after hearing it, "What kind of ghost story are you, it's obviously disgusting, okay?" ”

He laughed and said, "Who said ghost stories have to be scary, I think it's good to be disgusting."

At this moment, someone suddenly pushed the door in, they stared intently at the door, a pair of red shoes stepped in, and their hearts instantly rose to their throats.

Call! It turned out to be Yang Mianmian, a false alarm.

"I heard it outside, you guys were telling ghost stories." Yang Mianmian's eyes were bright and bright.

She didn't shy away from sitting next to Jiang Xiaosheng, and talked about her childhood with a big grin, "I won't tell you anything, I grew up listening to ghost stories since I was a child." She said mysteriously, "You know, all ghosts like to hear stories."

After she said this, she didn't feel anything at first, but suddenly felt as if there were many pairs of eyes looking at them all around, An Yan looked around with the eyes of the sky, but fortunately, there was no one.

"Don't worry, they will leave after listening, and they won't hurt you."

Jiang Xiaosheng touched his nose and said with a smile: "Where in the world are there so many ghosts!"

Yang Mianmian rolled her eyes, as if she was also looking for a definite answer, "I don't know how many ghosts there are in the world, but there are definitely a lot of ghosts here." ”

"You, what did you say?" Jiang Xiaosheng was so nervous that her teeth chattered, she wasn't joking, right?

"There is a mass grave in the back mountain, when the villagers under the mountain all went into the air-raid shelter in order to avoid the bombing of the plane, but they did not expect the enemy to collapse the entrance of the cave, behind the hole is a big river, and then only half of the people escaped, no one knows where they swam to; In the end, the remaining half were old, weak, sick and disabled, and they all starved to death in the hole. ”

After hearing this, both of them felt a sense of mystery, and the originally harmonious atmosphere became quite strange.

"It's okay, they're all good people, they won't bother you."

"Let me tell you about the history of this place......" Yang Mianmian recounted with relish. Changed the topic, so that there was time for them to buffer for a while, Jiang Xiaosheng used to feel that his courage was already big, but now it is really a big deal.

In order to stay safe, An Yan has been looking around with the eyes of the sky, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you can't see it.

There were many more people in the room unconsciously, most of them were old people and babbling children, the old people nodded with taste, and seemed to agree with Yang Mianmian's statement, while those children were very naughty and ran around the house.

Looking at his bed, there were several children sitting at the end of the bed, they all seemed to notice An Yan's gaze, and smiled at him kindly, their smiles were still innocent.

A baby even crawled into Jiang Xiaosheng's arms, but unfortunately he didn't notice it. But it's better not to let him know about this kind of thing.

An Yan kept huddled in the corner, and he felt that these ghosts had no malice, but there was a little estrangement after all.

In contrast, Yang Mianmian's side is diametrically opposed, those little ghosts seem to be very familiar with her and trusting her, all around her, quietly listening to her stories. An Yan felt that Yang Mianmian must be able to see these ghosts, but from her indifferent expression, it seemed that she was no longer surprised.

This time a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old came in, wearing a long robe, and the old people stood up when they saw him come in. Those ghosts seem to respect him?

Looking at his delicate and immature face, An Yan could hardly imagine that he was the oldest resident here.

The young man felt An Yan's questioning gaze and nodded slightly at him. An Yan unconsciously bowed to him!

Jiang Xiaosheng noticed something strange and asked suspiciously, "An Yan, who are you bowing to?"

An Yan didn't know how to respond for a while, and Yang Mianmian interjected: "It's not too early, I won't disturb your rest."

In the middle of the night, the ghosts who listened to the story were gone, but An Yan always felt that there was something else in this house, but after looking closely, he didn't find anything.

Maybe I'm overthinking.

An Yan closed his eyes, and his even breathing vibrated in the air.

The young man did not leave, at this time he was standing at the end of An Yan's bed, looking at him quietly, no one knew what the purpose of the young man was?