Feng Yifeng looked at the blood on this pile of grass with some trembling, his face was full of horror, he held this pile of straw, and muttered in his heart: "What is this strange thing?" Could it be that there are ghosts? But aren't ghosts afraid of blood? Just as he was in shock, there were several slight coughs in the firewood room, which made people feel even more frightened in the silence of the night.

In the night, Feng Yifeng had the courage to listen carefully to the coughing sound that was not very much like the sound of a ghost, but a little like a human voice, since it was a human voice, Feng Yifeng felt that there was nothing to be afraid of, then he suddenly remembered that he was tripped over something when he entered the door just now, and he didn't pay much attention to it just now, and now he thought that he really kicked on a person just now, and when he just kicked it, he seemed to faintly hear a slight moan, but the voice was too small to listen carefully, And at that time, his body flew out, and he didn't have time to think about it, but now that he thinks about it, he may really be alone.

But why would a person lie in a firewood room? Feng Yifeng was a little puzzled. Now that he knew that it was a person, Feng Yifeng didn't feel very scared, he decided to go in and have a look After making up his mind, Feng Yifeng walked into the firewood room tremblingly, his mind echoed the position where he had just entered the door, after finding the position, Feng Yifeng bent down, stretched out his hands and groped in the pile of haystacks, just stretched out his hand, in the haystack in the dark, suddenly a person's arm flipped over, grabbed his wrist, the strength was huge, the nails on his hands were more than an inch into the flesh on Feng Yifeng's wrist, I can't break free.

Feng Yifeng was caught and lost his spirit, it hurt and scared, he didn't know what to do for a while, just when Feng Yifeng had nothing to do, Feng Yifeng suddenly felt that the power on his wrist slowly decreased, and then the hand let go of Feng Yifeng's wrist, Feng Yifeng immediately withdrew his wrist, and sat down on the haystack with his buttocks.

In short, Feng Yifeng escaped from the firewood room as quickly as possible. Outside the firewood room, Feng Yifeng gasped for breath, and then sat on the bundle of straw he picked up outside the firewood room.

After sitting for a while, Feng Yifeng gritted his teeth and stood up, lit a torch with the bundle of hay, and re-entered the firewood room, under the firelight, there was indeed a person lying on the ground in the firewood room, his face was very ugly, his eyes were closed, his breathing was very weak, and his face was as bumpy as orange peel, full of pimples.

He was dressed in a black robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and the scabbard turned out to be black, and under the firelight, Feng Yifeng saw that there was a monk's mark on the top of this person's head.

Feng Yifeng saw that it was a monk, and he was not very afraid, just about to bend down to inspect the monk's injury, when he suddenly saw the body of the monk on the ground move, Feng Yifeng was taken aback, rubbed his eyes, but saw that the monk who was lying on the ground just now sat up slowly.

At this time, Feng Yifeng was stunned, his heart was pounding, the monk stood up from the ground with his legs straight, and he actually stood up from the ground, this time Feng Yifeng was so frightened that under the firelight, he could see clearly that a few lines of blood flowed out of the monk's lower abdomen, and two small lancets were inserted into his lower abdomen, up to the hilt.

After Feng Yifeng saw the monk stand up, he opened his eyes and shot out two eerie cold lights from his eyes, Feng Yifeng was touched by his gaze, and his whole body trembled with cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold.

After glaring at Feng Yifeng, the monk bent his legs, stretched out his hand and kept groping on the ground, and after touching it for a long time, he found a yellowed old book on the ground, the title page of the book had been dyed red with blood, the monk quickly stuffed the book into his arms, and then pulled out a long sword from his waist, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Feng Yifeng's face.

Feng Yifeng was shocked when he saw the monk pointing his sword directly at his face, and he just wanted to run with his feet, but his whole body was so frightened that he could still move his legs?

Seeing that the monk's sword was about to point at his neck, Feng Yifeng shouted and ran away.

The monk shouted in a hoarse voice, "Child, don't run, child! "The body is chasing after you!