It was an exclusive bungalow in a hollow, surrounded by tall trees that almost hid the bungalow.

There was a faint glimmer of light in the crack of the door, not like an incandescent light, and Qian Mo immediately thought of the scene of his life when he was a child: there was no electric light, and there was an oil lamp in the house, the light was weak and erratic.

Qian Mo hesitated for a moment, and the old man looked back at him and said gloomily, "Son, what's wrong?" Are you poor with your father? Don't you want to come in when you get to your door? ”

The old man's cold tone made Qian Mo break out in a cold sweat, and he hurriedly replied: "Old man, I want to smoke a cigarette outside before coming in, is it okay?" Don't make your old house smell of smoke. ”

The old man said coldly: "It's okay, countryman, don't mind this, why don't you hurry home?" ”

Qian Mo suddenly felt a gust of wind hitting him, and before he could react, he saw that the door suddenly opened automatically. Qian Mo was shocked into a cold sweat, and suddenly found that he had already entered the house, and heard the sound of the door squeaking shut.

Qian Mo was so shocked that his whole body seemed to collapse, and he couldn't move. Only then did he realize that there was no electric light in the dilapidated bungalow, only a dim oil lamp, and the faint flame swayed in the breeze.

The scalp suddenly tightened, and a chill rushed from his back to the back of his head, and Qian Mo was shocked to see that there was a corpse parked in the middle of the hall.

Qian Mo was shocked, but when he turned his head, he was already missing the little old man just now. Although he was terrified, there was a strong thought in his heart that drove him slowly to approach the corpse.

Qian Mo's hand was raised unobeyedly, pinched the corner of the white cloth covering the corpse, and slowly lifted it.

When the corpse's face was revealed, Qian Yiduo was shocked, and his cheeks were twisted and deformed. He was shocked to find that the corpse lying on the door panel turned out to be the little old man who had been walking with him all the way just now.

Qian Mo pushed open the door and fled, but the sneer of the little old man was clearly heard in his ears: "Son, where do you want to go when you get home?" Don't forget your promise at the grave. ”

Qian Mo was so shocked that he never believed in ghosts and gods, but the little old man he met in front of the ancient tomb where he designed the murder of Yao Gang and Zhou Hua turned out to be a ghost, and he actually made a promise to the ghost, promising to be his righteous son and accompany him for life and be filial to him, doesn't that mean that he is about to die?

Qian Mo ran wildly all the way, and he didn't know how many miles he had run, he was so tired that he was out of breath, and his whole body was already soaked with cold sweat.

Qian Mo, who was eager to flee for his life, couldn't care about being tired at this time, the fear in his heart made him dare not and couldn't stop, his brain was almost blank, and only the idea of escaping firmly occupied his mind.

Qian Mo was terrified, and he was suspicious in his heart. It stands to reason that he would have been able to get out of this place for so long, but the surroundings were still the same as the dead old man's door.

Qian Mo faintly heard a few long but muddy gasps in his ears, and it was strange to say, after he heard the panting, he suddenly felt that his eyes were much brighter, and a white road appeared in front of him.

Qian Mo ran up the road, and finally stopped seeing the light of the oil lamp coming from the deceased's house, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Qian Mo didn't dare to stop, and ran desperately on that road, which became clearer and clearer, but it was dark all around, and he couldn't see anything.

I don't know how long he ran, Qian Mo, who had almost consumed all his physical energy, suddenly became excited, and he saw that at the end of the white road, it turned out to be a beautiful house with brilliant lights.

Qian Mo sped up his speed, and when he ran in front of him, he saw clearly that this was a small domed villa that seemed to be a European style. The lights were on, but there was no one to be seen.

Qian Mo couldn't care so much at this time, and was about to think that he pushed the door in, but who expected the door to open automatically.

Qian Mo hesitated for a moment and entered the small villa. As soon as he stepped into the door frame, he felt something fall on his neck.

Qian Mo subconsciously reached out and touched it, and looked at it through the light in the room, which was very strange. Such a beautiful little villa, there was mud and sand falling on the door frame, falling on his neck, mixed with his cold sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.

Qian Yiduo looked back suspiciously, but he was very surprised, obviously he had just entered through the gate, but he couldn't see the door at the moment.

What made him even more strange was that the small cottage had no staircase, only a large round room, and a small skylight in the hemispherical roof, and there were no windows around it, and there were no other furnishings.

In the center of the field, there was a small wooden room, strangely, the wooden room had no doors and windows, and it seemed to be coming in and out from above, because Qian Mo could clearly see that the sealing board on the top of the wooden small room was placed on the side of the small room.

There were several ceramic jars around him, and a sculpture of a horse stood on the edge of the small room, although he was motionless, Qian Mo always felt that the eyes of the horse sculpture seemed to have an aura, and kept watching him as he moved.

Qian Mo walked around the small house, and suddenly his forehead hurt, and he reached out to touch it, and his hands were stained with his own blood. Only then did he realize that at some point, there was a sculpture in the shape of a sword standing next to the small house, and there was a blood-red gem-like thing on the handle.

The huge gem shimmered with a mysterious red light, which made Qian Mo forget his fear for a while, and stared at the ruby greedily and curiously.

Qian Mo couldn't help but stretch out his hands, holding the ruby and caressing it carefully.

"Teacher Qian, is this gem beautiful? Will it be worth a lot of money? The two voices uttered the exact same sentence at almost the same pace.

Qian Mo was pondering the rare ruby, and when he heard the two of them talking, he looked up, looked at the two and said excitedly: "It's Yao Gang and Zhou Hua, come and see, the teacher has found the largest ruby in the world." ”

Qian Mo couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and freed up a hand to pull the two of them to watch. Unexpectedly, when his hand just touched the arm of someone he didn't know, Qian Mo suddenly felt strange, as if he had grabbed a bone.

Just as he was wondering, he heard the sound of scattered items around him.

Qian Mo looked down, and the joy of picking up the ruby was immediately replaced by a huge sense of fear.

There were two piles of white bones scattered at his feet, and there seemed to be Yao Gang and Zhou Hua's smiling faces in front of him.

Qian Mo screamed "ah" in fright at this time, and then he realized that Yao Gang and Zhou Hua had already buried him in that ancient tomb, how could they appear in front of him again?

Qian Mo felt a chill surging from the soles of his feet to his head. He looked around in horror, everything slowly twisting and distorting.

The bright lights are slowly becoming dimmed, and the color is starting to take on green.

Qian Mo's eyes were full of fear and despair, and he clearly saw that the 'small villa' turned out to be a circular burial chamber, and the small wooden room in the middle was a huge coffin, and the coffin lid had fallen to the ground and had been split into three pieces.

The statue of the horse also became a skeleton of a horse, scattered on the ground, and in his hand, no longer holding the huge ruby, but only a small ruby. The sword pillar sculpture also shrunk into a small rusty short sword, clenched tightly in the palm of his right hand.

There was a heavy panting sound from the coffin, and Qian Mo followed the voice, only to see a strong green light shrouded above the coffin. Only then did Qian Mo understand that the green light in the tomb came from the coffin.

Qian Mo, who was terrified to the extreme, stood there without moving at all. In addition to the heavy exhalation in the coffin, he heard the sound of a kera that looked like broken bones and moving joints.

The green light in the coffin was expanding upward, and after a while, a person sat upright inside. No, to be precise, it wasn't a man, it was a dried corpse.

It's just that the dried corpse is different from the ordinary dried corpse, except for the two sunken eye sockets that emit two green rays, but the flesh and blood on the body are blurred, and the fat paste is constantly dripping downward.

A thought flashed in Qian Mo's mind, the dry corpse sucked up the essence blood of Yao Gang and Zhou Hua, so it became a bloody corpse, no wonder Yao Gang and Zhou Hua had turned into two piles of white bones.

Qian Mo screamed in despair, his eyes immediately dimmed, and he seemed to have lost his mind, and walked mechanically towards the bloody corpse in the coffin step by step.

The bloody corpse stretched out its bloody hands and plunged them deep into Qian Mo's chest, opening its mouth wide and greedily chewing Qian Mo's faintly beating heart that was still emitting heat and dripping with blood.