Yang Jun returned to the dormitory at five o'clock in the morning, but he didn't expect to stay in the attic for almost a whole night, freshen up, change out of his soaked clothes, grab an oil-paper umbrella and go out directly. He didn't know why he wanted to go back, probably because of the back of the owner of the bun shop, this body that didn't belong to him was reacting on his own, or maybe he wanted this body to go back home.

It was still gray, and the rain was still falling, as if there were big eyes crying and crying. The rainy morning drifted through the white mist, and the campus was already sparsely populated with students.

Swayed and walked to the door of the bun shop again, and now the bun shop should be open at this hour, but when Yang Jun stood in front of the closed wooden door, he still sighed.

"Alas~" had no choice but to take steps to Jiushan Village, in my memory, Jiang Yang's home is in Jiushan Village, which is close to the school, and the school's terrain is relatively high, so it can be regarded as on the mountain. Straight down a road at the door is Jiushan Village, where the tiled houses full of stars are neatly arranged. The alley that crosses the vertical fork runs through the entire village, and when he stepped into the alley, Yang Jun felt lonely for the first time in his life, not only in his mind but also in his body, which had little intersection with others.

There are no people in the alleys, I don't know if it's because of the rain, the high gray and white walls, the black brick alleys, if it were in 50 years, it would probably be a good place to retire. But at this time, there is a strange feeling when walking here, as if something is pulling me.

When standing in front of Jiang Yang's house, the strangeness became heavier and heavier, and his body involuntarily stepped forward, wanting to push open the door and enter the house.

Jiang Yang's home is a black roofed tile house in Reading Li, and the walls are grayish and white like other houses, but the only difference is that the two walls next to Jiang Yang's house are actually semi-circular, and the door of the house is strangely inclined compared to other houses. It seems to be deliberately facing a certain direction, unlike the normal north to south, although Yang Jun does not understand feng shui, but such a house does not look auspicious at all.

Pushed the door, it was not locked, Yang Jun walked in directly, the smell of dust in the room, probably because no one had lived in it for too long. The room is very simple, there is a small attic above, but the window is not open in a good place, no sunlight comes in at all, and the window is also very small.

An uneasiness rose in Yang Jun's heart. "It's just a tomb." Muttering like this, his body has involuntarily felt a little chilled, how can there be a house designed like this, and the walls are completely circular from the inside. There is no sunlight to enter, and there is always a slight chill wafting in from the only two small windows, and such a room is not for people to live in at all.

Yang Jun was already a little hesitant in his heart, whether to continue to stay, it was damn still raining today, and the whole room was dim with the gray sky. And the black tile roof has a heavy oppression, and it seems that the whole soul is going to be suppressed after standing in the house for a long time.

It's really hard to imagine how Jiang Yang lives in such a house. Suddenly, there was a violent shaking, and Yang Jun struggled to stabilize his figure. "Earthquake?" He subconsciously wanted to run outside, but as soon as he turned around, he found that his whole body couldn't move, and what completely shocked him even more was that he saw the location of the door he had just entered. A whole wall, turned out to be a big face, the whole face looks illusory, but it is a woman's face, the black tile top is her long black hair, and the two small windows are a pair of eyes, but there are no eyeballs in the black holes.

What's even more terrifying is that the door that just came in was a blood-red mouth, and as long as it would go out, the big mouth would bite off and chew him to pieces. Yang Jun's heart seemed to have been stung by a bee, and he couldn't help but twitch, just this move, the vibration just now disappeared, and the human face disappeared with it.

Looking at it again, it was just a wall, a stone door and black tiles. Yang Jun sat down on the ground all of a sudden, and found that his body was covered with cold sweat, and at that moment just now, he didn't even react to the spirit mirror on his chest, and he had secretly urged several spells in his heart.

I felt out the spirit mirror on my chest, and for some reason, there was an imperceptible crack on it, which happened to crack in the mirror position in the center. "Isn't this in the attic of the school?" Yang Jun squinted his eyes and looked at the spirit finder in his hand, and there was still a trace of black gas wrapped around the crack.

In the dim room, Yang Jun's heartbeat could be clearly heard, wiping a handful of sweat from his forehead, he stood up and wanted to find something in the room that could provide a light source, but his body shook again, and he hadn't recovered from the shock just now. "This house is too weird, but unfortunately there is no one around who has the ability, if I accidentally plant it here, I guess no one will find the body."

He dusted his butt and walked to the kitchen, and just as he sat down, he stumbled upon a stone stove in a cubicle over there. Thinking about the place to cook, there should be no shortage of fire sources.

Although the light is not very sufficient, you can see a lighter and an oil lamp on the stove, and a lot of firewood piled up in the corner opposite the stove. Yang Jun couldn't help but sigh in his heart, such a thought, cooking is really a hard thing, not to mention burning firewood, you have to control the heat to cook the food.

After trying it, the oil lamp can be lit, but the flame is a little small, which should be the reason why it has not been used for too long. But imagination feels wrong, Jiang Yang has only been going to school for a few days, and strange phenomena are everywhere in his house, and it feels like he has completely lost his popularity.

'Could it be that Jiang Yang will be arranged to live in the underworld, which is related to the house he lives in? The sudden question in his mind made him wonder what was different about this house. There are so many people in the school, but Jiang Yang lives in the underworld alone, of course, the perverted vice principal doesn't count, cough cough, it's a bit discriminatory.

Yang Jun carried the oil lamp, this would be a relatively clear view of the situation in the house, the first floor was already basically understood, there was nothing strange, except for the face that suddenly appeared just now.

But when his eyes fell on the attic, the whole person was shocked, and he almost fell to the ground again. Jiang Yang's house is five meters high, and the extra part can build an attic, such a layout is easy to see in the tiled houses in the countryside, if the home is not particularly spacious, there is an attic, which is equivalent to an extra room, which can be used as a bedroom.

Jiang Yang's attic was all made of black wooden planks, and the wooden stairs that connected it were all black, but the attic looked like a hanging coffin from the bottom.

The lower four thick round timbers of the attic are pressed against the pressure above, and the ends of the attic are slightly shorter, and there is no real wall into the wall, but the two longer round timbers at the bottom are held in place by the wall at the bottom.

Such a structure, if the attic is a coffin, then such a mercy is a model of sky burial. Yang Jun almost couldn't hold the oil lamp in his hand, if a person buried himself in the sky, then it means that this person is infinitely close to the sky, that is, close to Elysium.

Sky burial is a traditional burial method of Mongolian, Tibetan and other ethnic minorities, legend has it that after death, the body is taken to a designated place for eagles (or other birds, beasts, etc.) to swallow, thinking that it can be taken to heaven.

But there are living people living here, and even if a dead person is put up, this is the house, and there are no so-called birds to devour it. In other words, in fact, this is another kind of anti-heavenly burial, and people will directly turn into evil spirits after death, that is, so the ghost body.

"It's another model of raising ghosts."

Yang Jun took off the spirit mirror on his chest, wrapped the rope around his hand a few times, held it tightly in his palm, and walked upstairs with the oil lamp that was not very bright.

Another attic, another coffin, this one is even bigger, and it's still used to live in people. I don't know what can pop out from behind the closed black wooden door, so Yang Jun must be prepared to prevent all accidents, and he has silently recited the spell in his heart to urge him to find the spirit mirror.

It's also strange to find the spirit mirror, the last time there was a ghost hand, he tried to urge it once, but the result was that the broken mirror was dead to him, and it didn't help at all.

The white light in his hand flashed, and Yang Jun's hand just stretched out to push open the wooden door. "Squeak~", but the door opened by itself, and the chill in my heart spread little by little. Bound his mind, as well as his hands and feet, he saw a man standing in the dark waving at him, but controlling his body.

It was dark in the attic, and there was a trace of something floating in the air, and there was no way to see it clearly when standing outside, Yang Jun swallowed his saliva, and his throat was already dry. He didn't know where he got the courage to come over alone to challenge the unknown dangers, after all, this time he was out of school, and he was a little out of the scope of the first realm.

After Yang Jun walked in, his skin began to have an itchy feeling, and the black silk floating in the air floated across his skin, and then looked closely, these black silk all over the air were not long hair.

"Damn, I was fooled." The door slammed shut, it was too late to get out, the black strands of hair were already wrapped around his body, and when he looked up, the entire black tile top was covered with long black hair. It's like tiny black worms, wriggling on the roof.

Yang Jun immediately urged the spell, and the spirit mirror in his hand lit up with a piece of light, and the hair that touched the position of his palm was instantly evaporated. But there was too much hair, and the hand resumed movement, and it was immediately wrapped around the wrist, and this time it was impossible to move even if it wanted to.

"Heehehe~" With a sharp laugh, Yang Jun saw that in the squirming black hair on the top of his head, a woman's face was slowly emerging, and it looked exactly the same as the big face he had just seen downstairs.

"I'm afraid I'm going to die here this time."

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