It's night.

At night, Niujia Village is quiet, with only a few dogs barking from far and near.

As if he had seen something in the dark, the barking of the dog became more and more urgent.

But this urgency soon turned into a whimper and fell silent.

Niu Dabao was very tired, not only busy with his cousin's funeral, but also sick, and felt very tired after a trip.

It is said that the fat man has a wide heart, and although he was frightened in his heart, he still couldn't resist the sleepiness like a tide.

Giggle......

Giggles......

Squeak –

Niu Dabao slept groggyly, as if he had heard something.

At first, he didn't care, but the gurgling sound was still ringing, like the sound of fingernails scratching at a wooden board.

But Niu Dabao, who had heavy eyelids, really slept too much.

In a daze, he seemed to see a black shadow hanging on the roof, with his head down, and his long hair hanging down could reach the tip of Niu Dabao's nose.

Niu Dabao couldn't move.

Chirp –

I don't know how long it took, Niu Dabao's back was full of cold sweat, and he soaked the futon.

The surroundings are getting colder and colder, but Niu Dabao is still sweating, his hands and feet are cold, and there is a layer of frost between his eyebrows.

It was a little boy in red, he was hanged high, and he had a scale tied to his feet!

"He's coming for me! He's coming for me!"

Niu Dabao shouted nervously, but he couldn't make a sound.

Maybe it was too cold around, causing Niu Dabao to sneeze subconsciously, and suddenly everything became clear like a person being fished out of the water.

The boy in red is gone.

"It turned out to be a dream. ”

Niu Dabao gasped heavily, and when he woke up, the oil lamp in the room was still burning dimly.

Can only barely illuminate.

When the hour was over, he went back to the house to rest, and it was the turn of another clan member of Niu Dashan to keep vigil.

The ancients slept very early, and if they didn't sleep when they survived, it was already a fight of eyelids. Niu Dabao has slept late these days, so he will be tired.

"Remember the oil lamp at the time of the shift, is the hour still there?"

Niu Dabao subconsciously looked up at the window, the papier-mâché window was dark outside, and he couldn't see anything.

The night is extraordinarily quiet and quiet.

"Why is there no dog barking?" Niu Dabao wondered, he remembered that the black dog was very cheap, almost barking all night long.

Niu Dashan complained to him about the old dog more than once before his death, and wanted to slaughter and eat dog meat several times.

But Niu Dashan's son, Niu Qilin, refused to let him, because the old dog was his friend.

Speaking of which, Niu Dabao hasn't seen his nephew for a long time, and the name Qi Lin is taken from the meaning of Qilin.

Niu Dashan has no culture, but he gave his son a good name.

But Li Niu's family thought that the name Qilin was too big, and their small family couldn't afford it, so they made a compromise.

"The gurgling sound in the dream is gone, could it be that I am really confused? ”

Niu Dabao looked at the dark window paper that was reflected, and hesitated.

Eventually, he got out of bed, picked up the oil lamp on the table, put on a robe, and pushed open the door to go out to see.

He wanted to ask the people who were keeping vigil outside what was going on, and he heard the sound of grabbing the planks so much that he could hear it in the inner room, but the people outside didn't react at all.

Call!

It was unusually cold outside the house, and he couldn't help but think of the scene in his dream, which seemed to be such a cold environment.

An evil wind blew and blew out the dimly lit oil lamp in Niu Dabao's hand.

Suddenly, he couldn't see his five fingers.

Niu Dabao was so frightened that his body trembled, and the oil lamp in his hand came out directly, making a piercing sound in the silent night.

In the darkness, there was a rush of sojoking.

The oil lamp didn't know where to roll and was suddenly resisted.

Niu Dashan looked at the sound and saw that there seemed to be something even darker in the dark night not far away.

He suddenly felt a chill as the black shadow was slowly approaching him!

The cow mountain monster screamed, ran wildly in horror, and returned to the room along the memory.

Syllable!

He closed the door and pressed against the table.

With this he groped for a fire in the drawer of the table against the door, which lit a spare candle, and the warm light once again illuminated the room where he slept.

Looking at the room with repeated light, Niu Dabao breathed a sigh of relief.

It almost scared him to death just now, and when it was dawn, he would definitely not let go of the group of rice buckets that kept vigil.

It was late at night, and it was dark outside.

Theoretically, this kind of quiet fart is an earth-shattering environment, how can there be no human voice at all?

Outside, there were three or four big men guarding, in order not to be bored and courageous, they all drank and punched until dawn.

Niu Dabao continued to walk around with the candle, and in order to prevent it from being blown out, he protected the wick with his right hand.

The only light source illuminated the room, and Niu Dabao's shadow was infinitely magnified on the wall, but when he turned his head to look at the shadow on the wall, he suddenly froze.

Yes...... Someone put a hand on his shoulder!

"I'm so cold, I'm so cold!!I'm so cold!! don't drown me! Don't drown me!!"

"Ah!!h!!hhh

Niu Dashan let out a hysterical howl, and there was nothing behind him, but his shadow reflected on the wall was firmly tied up by the long strip of things.

The ghost was standing right behind him.

Like ......

Like a drowned ghost covered in weeds!

Bang bang bang!

Niu Dashan woke up again and got up straight, the oil lamp on the table was still burning.

Before he could react, the wooden window of the room was violently slammed.

Giggle......

Giggles......

That strange sound sounded again in the calm night, and Niu Dabao slapped himself hard, this is not the so-called dream within a dream!

What he dreamed of came to life!

That thing wants to come in, wants to come into the house!

Niu Dabao's face was as pale as paper, wrapped in the quilt and did not dare to make a sound, praying that someone would come soon to save him.

After a brief blank in his mind, a terrible thought came to Niu Dashan.

Could it be that the sound of scratching the plank was coming from the corpse outside? Because it was the only one that was placed on the plank.

But they had covered the corpse with a white cloth as the goddess had wanted, and had built a tent so that the moonlight would not reach the corpse.

Why is this still happening?

Niu Dabao's heart began to hairy, and even the sluggish people noticed that something was wrong.

Where are the people who are at vigil who do not want to make a sound, but cannot make a sound.

Is it true that the morgue in the courtyard is a good stubble?

I'm afraid that something has happened to those people.

Now there are only two roads in front of Niu Dabao, and for a while he watched the window that was about to be destroyed being broken, and something outside came in and shredded him.

The second is to break the door and escape directly and desperately!

As long as you escape from this courtyard, there is still life.

Niu Dabao tried his best to be light, and walked down to the table with the door low, he hung his heart, and carefully put the candle on the ground without making a sound.

He moved slowly, his heart pounding. He's going to move the table, he's going to be careful.

The door and window of the house are on the same wall, and the closer Niu Dabao gets to the door, the closer he is to the window.

Several times he had even seen a crack in the window slammed open, leaking out of the pitch black outside.

Niu Dabao has begun to wonder what is outside, although the frequency of hitting the window is high, but the strength is not great.

Even a child can easily knock on the rotten window.

But this suppressed fear has made Niu Dabao lose the heart of resistance, and only panic and nervousness are left in his heart.

Finally, the table was moved, and Niu Dashan fled outside like crazy.

Bang!

As Niu Dabao pushed open the wooden door, the creaking sound and what he knocked down in a panic pierced the eardrum like a needle in the dark night.

It's like a thief tiptoeing away and accidentally making a noise.

Niu Dabao's face suddenly lost blood, and his heart seemed to stop beating instantly.

He didn't dare to look back, nor did he pay attention to the other night watchmen and corpses in the courtyard, but just ran forward.

Getting closer and closer to the courtyard gate, Niu Dabao's heart beat more and more violently.

That's it!

A human face hung on the frame of the courtyard gate, and Niu Dabao had no time to brake!

The two are getting closer, closer and closer!

Niu Dabao can clearly see that the human face is smiling weirdly at himself!

"I've been discovered! It's coming for me!"

There is a tea house.

Syllable!

As the ruler in the storyteller's hand fell, there was a cheer in the teahouse.

The storyteller here has hyped up Bai Shisan's prestige more than once, and a large part of the reason is that he and Xie Huai beat each other on the high wall next to the teahouse, giving this group of storytellers who are exhausted and idle to fade out of the birds, and make them make a lot of money.

If the street beating at that time was an embarrassing negative teaching material, then Bai Thirteen's virtue of fighting Huang Pizi and rescuing the octogenarian man is well known to everyone.

"God fought the yellow skin and rescued the octogenarian man. "Bai Shisan's face is full of black lines, his own Huang Yan is obviously very cute, okay, why was he shaped by these storytellers into a muscular man with a mace.

Huang Yan is a weasel! Can her little paws grasp a mace?!

Let's take a look at Wang Linxing, an octogenarian man, there are examples to verify, well, the eighty-year-old is his dead father.

Bai Thirteen hid alone at a table leaning against the railing, looking out of place with the noisy surroundings.

The teahouse guy walked up to Bai Shisan with a pot of tea, and said enviously: "Bai Gongzi, you are the one who tells the story today." ”

"I've been saying I'm okay for seven days in a row, and if I continue like this, I'm going to think about collecting money!"

The teahouse guy scratched his head and retreated with interest.

"After talking about Bai Gongzi's story, let's talk about a mysterious thing that happened recently. ”

Mr. Storyteller deliberately lengthened his voice and hung his appetite once.

"Anyway, just yesterday, a strange thing happened in Niujia Village outside the city. It was said that a family was holding a funeral, and a group of clan relatives were keeping vigil for the deceased, but something strange happened!"

"The people next door heard a sound similar to fingernails scratching wooden boards at night, and it was harsh, and when I stood at the base of the wall and heard it, it was from the family next door who was doing the funeral. ”

But it was strange, and the next morning there was a howl from the yard next door. The corpses they were guarding were gone! Several men who were keeping vigil leaned against the coffin. When I looked into the coffin, it was not the deceased who was lying inside, but a cousin of the deceased!"