After the banquet was over, Wang Jie, who returned to his bedroom in the small villa, had a splitting headache.

He looked out the window through a street lamp lit in the courtyard and saw that it was already raining intensively outside. After drinking, Wang Jie no longer had the original fear at this time, he made himself a cup of coffee, then picked up his towel, toothbrush and change of underwear, and stumbled to the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with water vapor, and in the vertical high-end bathing room, Wang Jie hummed a little song comfortably and let the hot water pour from head to toe.

Suddenly, Wang Jie, who was drenched in hot water, gasped, although his body was washed by the hot water, he still felt that he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Through the thick mist, on the frosted glass of the bathing room, a woman's figure vaguely appeared, seemingly fluctuating.

Wang Jie was frightened, and the alcohol suddenly disappeared, and he asked nervously: "Who?" ”

No one answered, Wang Jie mustered up the courage and pushed open the door of the bathing room, except for a towel hanging on the wall that was swaying slightly, there was no one at all.

"What the hell?" As soon as this thought came to mind, Wang Jie couldn't help but shudder: "Chen Qian? Is it really her ghost? This figure is so familiar. Impossible, there was nothing just now, it must have been me who drank too much and was dazzled for a while. ”

Wang Jie couldn't stop comforting himself and continued to hum a little song to give himself courage, but he also clearly felt that his singing voice was trembling.

Wang Jie hastily closed the bathing halt, wiped off the water droplets on his body, wrapped a wide bath towel, and walked to his bedroom with a basin.

When she walked past the room where Chen Qian had slept in, she suddenly felt a chill coming from behind. Wang Jie was so frightened that he couldn't scream, and slowly turned around to look at it for a while, and then breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing behind him, but the door of Chen Qian's room was ajar, which formed a slight cool breeze at the door.

Wang Jie subconsciously wanted to close the door, and suddenly, a lightning bolt outside the window lit up Chen Qian's room.

Wang Jie was stunned, only to feel that a hand behind him seemed to push him, and his slippery foot slipped and fell into the floor of Chen Qian's room. Before he could react, the door slammed shut.

Wang Jie screamed in fright, but the wind and rain outside the window were loud, and Yu Fan and Sun Yang, who lived on the same floor, did not react at all.

Another lightning bolt struck through the air, and Wang Jie noticed that some coin-like papers were floating around the window. Suddenly, curiosity overcame his fear, and he trembled to the table by the window, grabbed one, and by the light of lightning, he was so frightened that it was a netherworld.

Wang Jie stumbled and fell under the floor, and when he struggled to get up, he seemed to feel that someone was staring at him behind him, and his vest was cold for a while.

Wang Jie involuntarily turned around, and this fright made him kick out of breath for a moment. Through the lightning coming from the window, he clearly found that Chen Qian, who had died, was standing upright in front of him.

Chen Qian's head hung down and remained motionless, and her long black hair was scattered on her chest, covering her face.

Wang Jie stood motionless, the muscles of his whole body seemed to be stiff, and although his mouth was wide open, he couldn't make a sound. Only the sound of wind and rain whirring outside the window and the occasional dull thunderclap.

Death was as terrible as death, and Wang Jie faced Chen Qian, who was less than two meters away.

Chen Qian suddenly spoke, her voice seemed to come from hell, and it was so cold that there was no trace of warmth: "Wang Jie, don't you like me?" Don't you like to touch me secretly? Come on, I'll let you touch it enough. ”

Wang Jie knelt down with a thud, and finally made a sound, begging Chen Qian's forgiveness, promising to do a good job for Chen Qian and burn more paper money for her.

Chen Qian slowly raised her head, and Wang Jie saw the miserable white face behind her hair, and two lines of blood flowed down from her eye sockets.

Wang Jie saw Chen Qian slowly stretch out his hands and began to approach him in a flickering manner. At that moment, Wang Jie's instinctive survival ** actually made him jump up from the ground and rush to the door.

When Wang Jie rushed out of the door of Chen Qian's room, he screamed in shock, and after a while, he saw Yu Fan and Sun Yang, each poking their heads out of the door of the room with frightened expressions.

"Ghosts, there are ghosts", Wang Jie hissed and shouted exhaustedly: "Chen Qian, Chen Qian's ghost is in her original room, she wants to kill me." ”

It's okay that Wang Jie didn't scream, but after he shouted like this, he only heard two sounds of "Bah, Bah", Yu Fan and Sun Yang's heads all shrank back, and the sound of closing the door came.

Wang Jie was completely desperate at that moment, only to feel that his whole body was cold, and then he realized that he was already finished, and the wide towel around his waist seemed to be pulled down by Chen Qian's ghost when he rushed out of Chen Qian's room just now.

Wang Jie stumbled to his room and put on a few clothes randomly, when he found that the lights in the room were turned off.

Wang Jie was so shocked that he rushed out of the room and knocked on Yu Fan and Sun Yang's bedroom doors one by one, but he couldn't hear any answer.

Wang Jie's eyes were shining, and he felt that there seemed to be a dark shadow flashing in Chen Qian's room at the innermost end of the corridor, and he didn't dare to look back anymore and rushed downstairs.

With the help of the only dim street lamp in the courtyard and the lightning that lit up from time to time, Wang Jie finally opened the door of the living room.

At this time, he faintly heard footsteps coming from the stairs, and no longer caring about the heavy rain outside, he rushed into the courtyard and opened the door of the small villa.

When he rushed out of the small villa, he found that there were no street lights at all in the small mountain village, and in the dead of night, no household had lights on.

Wang Jie rushed to Li Bing's room like crazy, knocking on the door vigorously, but he still couldn't see the lights on upstairs.

"Damn the weather", Wang Jie cursed in his heart, and the loud sound of wind and rain and thunder completely covered up his knock on the door. At the same time, he cursed the backwardness of this small mountain village, and even every household did not install a doorbell.

In desperation, Wang Jie was suddenly attracted by a flashing headlight, and he suddenly remembered that less than a kilometer away from this small mountain village was a road, and many trucks passed by every night.

Wang Jie suddenly realized that his only hope of survival was to rush to the side of the road and get away with stopping a car and taking him out of this terrible little mountain village.

Wang Jie didn't know where he got the courage, so he sped up and rushed to the side of the road. Although he was terrified, he vaguely remembered that this small mountain village was surrounded by mountains, and there was only a small mountain road leading to the outside.

As he was rolling and crawling through the muddy water, and he didn't know how many ways he had walked, suddenly a lightning bolt illuminated the road in front of him, which was a sharp turn, and in front of him was a dense grass that grew more than half a man's height.

Wang Jie couldn't hold his feet for a while, his feet were slipped by muddy water, and he fell down all of a sudden, rushing straight into the grass.

There was a dull pain in his forehead, and he felt like he had hit a large rock. When he raised his head, he saw clearly by lightning that it was a stone well.

Wang Jie just turned over and got up, and was about to turn and rush towards the highway when a thought in his mind rushed straight to his head, and he was so shocked that he was out of his body.

"Ishii...... Isn't that the abandoned stone well where Yu Fan threw Chen Qian's body ....... the grass? When this thought flashed in Wang Jie's mind, a bright lightning bolt crossed the sky, and the accompanying huge thunder suddenly frightened him and sat down in the muddy water.

In the darkness after the lightning, Wang Jie endured hunger, cold, and the sharp pain of being cut on his body, and stood up again. When another lightning bolt flashed, he saw that Chen Qian was standing not far from him with her hair scattered.

Wang Jie fell again, he watched Chen Qian approach him step by step, no, to be precise, he was approaching step by step. Wang Jie crawled forward in despair through the muddy water.

Suddenly, lightning lit up the road ahead, and he saw a man in a raincoat walking not far ahead. Wang Jie had another desire to survive in his heart, and he desperately shouted at the oncoming man, but he didn't even know if he had screamed or not.

Behind him, Chen Qian's shadow was still approaching him step by step, and Wang Jie also grabbed the mud with both hands and dragged his body to crawl towards the man in front of him.

Slowly, the man got closer and closer to him, and by the lightning, he saw that the man was wearing a black raincoat, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Finally, at the moment when Chen Qian's ghost approached Wang Jie, the man also walked in front of Wang Jie.

Although Wang Jie was already angry, the ** in his heart still prompted him to stretch out his hands to the man in front of him for help.

The man slowly took off his raincoat, his face as if covered with a layer of black, and he couldn't see anything.

Wang Jie looked at the man with frightened eyes, and when he saw the man take off his raincoat, the scene that made him most frightened and desperate happened: the man was wearing one of Wang Kai's favorite clothes.

Wang Jie screamed, his eyes darkened, and he fainted suddenly.