This creaking sound is a bit like the sound of old wood shaking. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a long period of use, the wooden bed will make such a sound.

Then, the old man's low voice came: "Is it a guest?"

Feelings, this old man himself has fallen asleep in bed.

I don't think this guy cares about his granddaughter at all, and he doesn't care if he throws her to the fire, and I'm an outsider.

"It's me, I just woke up, and I'm going to go out to the bathroom. I said, making up a lie.

Anyway, getting up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet at night is normal.

The old man said "en" and told me: "You can do it yourself, there is no one in this place anyway, just find a place outside the door to solve it." ”

I replied, and when I found that the door was just closed, I pushed it open and walked out.

The moment I pushed the door, I looked into the next room out of the corner of my eye.

These three houses did not have a door, and as far as the eye could see, it was a long black thing, erected on two wooden benches.

Coffin!

That's right, in the bedroom, there is indeed a coffin!

I remembered the dream just now, and I wondered: Could it be that the current environment is exactly the same as in the dream just now?

Then why did I emerge from the coffin?

Thinking about these questions, I just pushed open the door and saw two green eyes.

Wolf?

Oh no, it's supposed to be the big black dog that the old man raised.

The big black dog stared at me coldly, neither wagging its tail at me nor barking at me.

At this time, the dog looked a little scary.

I was wary, so I went to the courtyard next to me, found a tree stump and urinated, and then turned back to the house and closed the door.

There was no other movement in the door.

It seemed that the old man had no intention of arranging a place for me to sleep - of course, when we were chatting just now, he said that he had lived here with his granddaughter for more than ten years, and apparently had no extra bedding to spare.

I returned to the fire, put the coffin of the golden silk nan to my knees, and sat down cross-legged.

This is the Taoist meditation that Lu Xia taught me, when I am sitting, it is easiest to draw my sword and shoot, and it is also easy to guard and dodge, which is a way to rest both offensively and defensively.

I didn't expect it to be used so quickly.

Whether it was the old man in the next room or the girl by the fire, it gave me the feeling that it was a little strange.

I trust my instincts.

Aren't these two "people"?

Is it a ghost, or is it a ......

When I went out just now, I looked at it through the moonlight, and I could probably already determine that it was twelve o'clock in the evening, which was the heaviest time of the day.

Of course, at this time, my [Dream] ability has also recovered, and at least I have a little self-preservation ability.

If it's a ghost, then I'm not afraid.

I thought about it, and my eyes stayed on the girl for a while, and when I saw that she was very afraid of the cold, I added two pieces of wood to the fire to make the fire a little stronger.

Spending the night in this desert is indeed a bit unbearable.

The girl didn't mean to open her eyes, nor did she mean to talk to me, and her body shrank tighter.

In this environment, I didn't dare to sleep soundly at all, so I could only half-dream and half-wake up, keeping my body on alert at any time.

And so it was until the next morning.

What I can't figure out is that since the old man has dogs, he doesn't have chickens, which is extremely abnormal for me growing up in the countryside.

You must know that every household in the countryside, like chickens, dogs, and cats, these three animals are basically owned by every family.

Dogs are used to watch the home, cats are used to catch rats so that food is not stolen by rats, and chickens are used to croak and lay eggs.

The old man got up early, and was tidying up his outfits at this time, intending to go out.

I'm going to say goodbye to him and go to the place where I was yesterday to see what happened.

In the blue sky and daylight, I think, no matter how powerful the ghost is, he doesn't dare to come out.

"Guest, where are you going?" asked the old man, who had changed into a tattered camouflage uniform, and carried a kettle to his waist.

"Go to the village over there...... Look. ”

As soon as I said this, I saw the old man's face change.

He hesitated and pointed in a direction, "Over there?"

I saw that he was pointing in the direction I came from, so I nodded, "Yes." ”

The old man looked at me, his eyes fell on me, and he looked at me for a long time, which made me feel a little hairy.

After looking at it for a long time, he stretched out his finger and whispered a "shhh" gesture to me, then closed the door and waved to me.

Look at what he meant, he actually asked me to follow him?

This is?

Looking at him, it was as if he was afraid of something, afraid to speak loudly, for fear of being heard.

Is it true that there is a ...... around this house? Stuff?

I remembered last night's dream.

Seemingly, he knows a little bit of the inside story.

I followed his example and followed him lightly.

Strangely, the big black dog did not follow, but shrank at the door of the house, apparently intending to watch over the home.

As for the old man's granddaughter, she had been huddled by the fire, which seemed to have been extinguished in the morning.

Except for eating, I didn't see her moving, or going to the toilet or anything.

It's weird.

The old man and I were going in the same direction I had come from last night.

After walking a distance, about four or five hundred meters, I had already come out of the poplar forest and saw the morning sun outside.

The old man then opened his mouth and asked me in a low voice, "Guest, you ...... last night Did you dream about something weird?"

He knew something.

I nodded and asked him, "Yes, you know?"

"Are you...... I dreamed that my granddaughter was cutting her own flesh?" he added.

It seems that he understands this dream very well.

After seeing that I confirmed, the old man suddenly squatted on the ground, covered his face and began to cry.

I cried very sadly.

I suddenly didn't understand: how is this, crying when you say crying?

The old man was crying as he slapped a poplar next to him with his big rough hand: "My poor granddaughter!"

"Dude, this is ...... What's going on?" I asked, crouching down, holding the old man's shoulder.

The old man sobbed and replied to me: "The girl you dreamed of is indeed my granddaughter, alas! She cuts her flesh in her dream, that is, there are insects eating her flesh!"

I see.

I didn't know how to comfort him, so I could only pat him on the shoulder.

The old man cried for a while, stopped crying, and then asked me, "Guest, you escaped from that abandoned village last night?"

When he said this, his body couldn't help but tremble.

I think of the female ghost of the Republic of China, and I think of the granddaughter of the old man, obviously, there is some kind of connection between the two.

So I asked him, "Brother, tell me about this." ”

The old man nodded, sat down on the spot, and told me something.