"Didn't you ask them what was going on?"

Hu San smiled bitterly: "I did ask, but they squeaked and squeaked, and I didn't understand a word." After saying that, he was silent for a moment and then said, "Do you remember the faceless wooden woman above?" ”

"What's wrong?" As soon as Hu San mentioned this, I chuckled in my heart, as if I vaguely guessed something.

"She may not be a woman, at that time we only judged her gender by her hair, you see these two, also long hair." As he spoke, Hu San pointed to the two white-clothed hanged ghosts on the wall.

I felt more and more at ease, "You mean that the wooden man's face might be ......"

Without waiting for me to finish, Hu San nodded: "That's right, he may be Zhu Gui." ”

"Then why don't you have a face?"

I remember that at that time, we saw that the wooden man was an uneven cinnabar face, as if she had been skinned, if she was really Zhu Gui, would Zhu Gui be more auspicious at the moment?

Hu San sighed: "Who knows, it's probably not a good thing." Alas? As if he suddenly remembered something, Hu San turned his head to look at me, "How is your shoulder?" ”

When he asked coldly, I didn't react for a while, I was stunned for a moment, and then gasped. Yes! I remember grabbing the old man on the shoulder during the fight. I nervously looked over my shoulder, but to my surprise, my clothes were not torn, and I felt it again, and there was no pain in the slightest. What's going on, I clearly remember that it hurt so much at the time, and then Hu San somehow forgot about the injury when he appeared.

I took off my clothes and looked closer, and there was really no injury. asked Hu San to check the location of the white dog's scratch on his back, and the result was that there were no injuries.

At this time, Hu San was next to him, but he covered his mouth and laughed. I looked at him suspiciously, "You—do you know something?" ”

Seeing me ask, Hu San put away his smile: "Actually, I have also encountered that scene of yours." ”

"Huh? What do you mean? ”

"I mean, I've had the same experience as you!" As Hu San spoke, his voice became extremely low and slightly eerie.

"Y-you, you're normal, what the hell is going on." For some reason, I was a little scared, but I couldn't tell what I was afraid of.

"Still don't understand? Hey, hey, hey! Hu San laughed inexplicably, and then slowly stood up.

"Are you nervous?" I pretended to be calm, but in fact, the drum was already beating in my heart.

Hu San still had a smile on his face, and his smile seemed so abnormal at the moment, "I didn't explain a lot of things clearly just now, in fact, I also had the same experience as you." I've also met that white dog, and that old man, who almost died under his black claws, do you know who saved me? ”

I looked at the strange Hu San in front of me blankly, and didn't say anything.

Hu San stood in front of me, pacing slowly, and in the dim light, that incomparably familiar face looked particularly eerie, even more terrifying than the previous state of being possessed.

I was so nervous that every nerve in my body seemed to be tense. What the hell is going on, is he possessed again?

Hu San saw that I didn't speak, and let out another evil laugh, and then suddenly turned his face and said coldly: "It's you, it's you who saved me, don't you remember?" The old man's claws almost stuck in my neck, but when I closed my eyes, I heard his screams, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw that he had a wooden sword in his chest, and at this moment, you were standing on the wall......"

"Enough!" I stood up suddenly, "Are you crazy, when are you still kidding?" ”

Hu San smiled evilly: "Qing Ming! In this world, seeing is not necessarily believing, hearing is not necessarily false, and there may not be a picture that is not the truth! Don't think I'm joking with you just now? Hahaha......" Hu San said, and laughed like crazy, while laughing, his whole body couldn't stop shaking, and the expression on his face was slowly twisted, and his hair began to grow rapidly, and it didn't take long to reach his shoulders, spreading out to all sides, covering his entire head.

The laughter continued, Hu San was still shaking, and his long hair was dancing.

In the dim light, it unfolded terror and madness in front of me like a devil, and the whole world seemed to tremble with his laughter. No, my world is shaking, to be exact.

Is Hu San still himself, am I Li Qingming? Is it a dream, a hallucination, or a reality? I seemed to be going crazy, and I waved my palm like Hu San's face to greet me, but what I didn't expect was that I slapped it into the air. Just like that, I watched the palm of my hand pass through Hu San's head, and there was a slight coolness between my hands, which was refreshing.

Looking at Hu San at this time, his hair had grown to his waist, and somehow even his clothes had become much bigger, and he wrapped his hands and feet in a white robe. I really can't tell who is who is between him and the wooden man on the wall.

My mind began to be confused, and I frantically pounced on Hu San, but in the end, I just waved my palms in the air, and I couldn't touch him at all.

Hu San's figure slowly became blurred, but the terrible laughter did not diminish at all, it was still bombarding in my ears, and my head was buzzing.

"Ahh

My voice exploded, and I shouted uncontrollably, and the sound echoed through the small room, stirring up a lot of dust in an instant, drifting into the air, making the already vague light even more confusing.

After half an hour, the shouting slowly subsided, the dust slowly fell, and the dim light spread to every corner of the room, but Hu San's figure was gone, and there were only one person and two ghosts left in the room.

I gasped for breath as I watched everything in front of me, remembering what had just happened, and then I jumped up to the wooden men, stretched out my hand and flipped them over, once again stunned by the sight.

The faces of the two white-clothed hanged ghosts on the wall turned uneven red, and they looked like they were blurred with flesh and blood, as if they had just been skinned.

The red color is quite vivid, even a little harsh, making people dizzy to look at. With a trembling hand, I pulled out the wooden sword in my backpack and slowly pointed it at the wooden man's face, and when the tip of the sword touched it, pieces of red powder fell with a clatter, and then piled up on the ground, forming small mountains of blood.

"Is it cinnabar?"

I gasped for breath and was there for a long time, my mind could not calm down, let alone think rationally.