Half a year after the new house was built, it was the autumn harvest season. Wang Lao Liu, who had worked hard all day, with the joy of the harvest, lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing in my bed? Wang Lao Liu, who was asleep, heard someone shouting at him in his ears in a daze.

Wang Lao Liu felt cold all over his body, and couldn't help but shiver. He slowly opened his eyes, and was surprised to find that he was lying in a strange room.

Wang Lao Liu got up from the bed with his bones, and where he supported his hands, he felt that the bed was so uncomfortable.

He was surprised to find that he was actually covered with a red satin quilt. Wang Lao Liu pondered, which rich and noble family must be able to afford such a good quilt.

What surprised him especially was that he felt his scalp cold just now, because the pillow he slept on was not the bamboo pillow he usually used, but a celadon pillow with fine workmanship.

Old man Wang looked around in surprise, feeling both strange and familiar. He felt that this house should be his own home, and it was the same size as his house, but the structure and interior furnishings of the house were very different from his home.

Although he couldn't see the outdoor scene, the elegance of the interior really made Wang Lao Liu envious.

On the ground, there are neat green bricks, and there is no cement on the surrounding walls, which are also made of green bricks.

On the windows, it is no longer the simple glass window of Wang Laoliu's house, but a carved wooden window lattice.

In the corner, there are also wooden vases, and the whole room looks antique and elegant.

Seeing that there was no one else in the room, Wang Lao Liu wondered in his heart, how could he fall asleep in such a rich family, and lie on that antique bed, covered with such a high-end quilt.

He sat on the bed and slowly lifted the covers, leaning down, to see if his shoes were still there.

When he bent down, he saw his shoes in front of the bed. Wang Lao Liu just wanted to get out of bed, but suddenly felt the afterglow of his eyes seem to sweep to the bed frame, as if there was a large black thing.

Wang Lao Liu became curious, supported the edge of the bed with both hands, leaned down, and looked at the bed frame.

The bed frame underneath him is not a shelf with only four legs, but a carved bed board wrapped around it. As you can tell at a glance, the bed is made of extremely high-quality mahogany, with many colorful patterns carved on it.

In the center of the bed, there was a large black thing. It seems to be a big word, and Wang Liu, who doesn't know much, is lying on the bed at the moment, looking down at his head, and suddenly let out a cold sweat.

The big black character turned out to be the word "lay".

Wang Lao Liu was so frightened that he rolled off the bed all of a sudden, and scolded in his mouth: "It's really unlucky, who helped me to this room while I was asleep?" Bah, I was even put to sleep in a dead man's bed. ”

He swore and got up from the ground and patted the dust off his body. Suddenly, a cold voice behind me said, "Who are you?" How did you come to my house? Still babbling nonsense here. ”

Wang Lao Liu was taken aback, obviously there was no one in the room just now, why was there suddenly someone standing behind him talking?

Wang Lao Liu turned around suddenly, almost rubbing his nose with the person behind him.

Wang Lao Liu immediately felt a chill on his body, and a rancid smell came from his nose. He hurriedly took a step back, only to see a strange-looking person standing in front of him.

The man, wearing a melon-skin hat, combed a long braid, and dragged it all the way to the back of his ass.

Looking at the pale face of the person in front of him and the black satin robe on his body, and thinking of the antique furnishings in this room, Wang Laoliu thought to himself, in this place, could it be a director filming a costume drama?

Wang Lao Liu couldn't grasp the situation for a while, and he had lost the momentum of scolding at the beginning. He asked, "Where is this?" I remember that I was tired from work, and when I got home, I would lie in bed. I didn't expect to be here when I woke up. ”

The man also looked rather surprised and said, "This is my home!" Just look at your looks and how you dress, you know that you are a poor tenant. Get out of here, or I'll take you to the official." ”

Wang Lao Liu muttered: "What's the spirit, isn't it just a movie?" See the fucking ghost, what star is not a star, before liberation, it was all called a drama. You look down on me, and I look down on you. ”

The man said with a calm face, "What are you talking about?" ”

Wang Laoliu was taken aback, and hurriedly smiled: "I didn't say anything!" I'm sorry, I'm in the wrong place, I'll go. ”

Wang Lao Liu put the shoes on the ground and hurriedly walked out of the door.

When he reached the door, he was surprised to find that the door could not be opened at all, and it was more like a brush drawn on the wall.

Wang Lao Liu was in doubt, when he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing directly towards his neck.

He shuddered all over, his legs went limp, and he fell to the door painted on the wall.

Wang Lao Liu screamed in surprise and immediately lost consciousness.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his ears, and he couldn't help but wake up in pain. When Wang Lao Liu opened his eyes, he was still lying on his bed, and his wife and sixth aunt stood in front of the bed.

The sixth aunt was pulling Wang Lao Liu's ears, like a tigress coming down the mountain, and said viciously: "You dead ghost, you don't sleep well, you keep screaming." Do you want to scare my mother to death? ”

Wang Lao Liu was so painful that tears were about to flow out, and he grinned and shouted, "Old woman, what are you doing?" Let go, I'm dying of pain. ”

The sixth aunt let go of his ears and glared at Wang Lao Liu: "Look at you, after doing farm work, you are covered in mud all over your body, and you don't take a bath and lie on the bed to sleep." I had just come in after taking a shower when I heard you yelling. Seeing you like this, I have a fire in my nest, do you think you should fight? ”

Wang Lao Liu was stunned and said, "Old woman, do you mean that I have been sleeping in my house just now?" ”

The sixth aunt glared at him and said, "Haven't you been lying in your own bed and sleeping, are you still secretly running out to be a thief?" ”

Only then did Wang Lao Liu feel that his vest was sticky, a cold sweat, like a huge ant, crawling from his neck to his waist, making him feel itchy on his back, extremely uncomfortable.

Wang Lao Liu wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said in fear: "Old woman, I had a nightmare just now, dreaming that I slept on a dead man's bed. By the way, the dead man in the dream was still wearing Qing Dynasty costumes, and I thought it was a costume drama at first. It turned out to be just a nightmare, but it scared me to death! ”

Wang Lao Liu's words annoyed the sixth aunt even more. She roared like a lion, "You dead ghost, you talk nonsense all day long. Go take a shower and go to bed early, and you'll have to get up and work tomorrow. ”

Wang Lao Liu had no choice but to do as he was told.

However, as soon as he woke up the next day, Wang Lao Liu felt dizzy, paralyzed, and unable to move in bed.

After lying down for three days in a row, Wang Lao Liu's illness happened just right, and another strange thing happened.

That day, as soon as Wang Lao Liu came home from the field, he saw Aunt Zai Liu lying on her bed screaming, and dancing from time to time.

Wang Lao Liu woke up the sixth sister-in-law, and the sixth aunt was covered in cold sweat and stayed for a long time before saying that she had a nightmare.

Unexpectedly, Aunt Six and Wang Lao Liu's nightmares turned out to be exactly the same. The two ** were shocked, and after discussion, it was decided that Wang Lao Liu would go to Sun Banxian in the town to take a look.