There was only one room in the security room, with a table, chairs, benches, and a bed, and the quilt on the bed was messily drooping, as if its owner had just gotten up and gone out for a night patrol.

There was a faint rancid smell in the air, and she looked around to see the visitor book on the table.

She immediately stepped forward and opened the record book, on which were densely written the names of the family members who had come to sweep the grave.

The last few pages are the visitors on the day of Qingming.

She swept through the list with a glance, and her eyes suddenly fell on a name.

Lin Shuang.

Isn't that the name of Zhang Cuifang's nanny?

She also came to visit the grave that day?

It is said that she has a very good relationship with Zhang Cuifang, and it is normal for her to come to sweep the tomb during the Qingming Festival, but Zhang Cuifang's tomb had an accident the next day, which is not normal.

Lin Shuang definitely did something that day.

She jerked her head back, but there was nothing behind her.

She seemed to have heard something just now.

She pulled a feathered arrow from the quiver behind her back, placed it on her bow, and aimed it in front of her, the arrow slowly sweeping around.

Click.

There was a very soft sound of water droplets, and she jerked the arrow in the direction from which it came.

One corner of the quilt drooped off the bed, the tip just against the ground, and a drop of blood was dripping down the tip with a slight ticking sound.

Blood?

Where did the blood come from in bed?

In the open quilt, a layer of bright red blood appeared, more and more, as if someone had stabbed him.

Blood poured out, spreading across the ground, and was about to run to her feet.

She tried to get out, but the door and window slammed shut, and she jumped onto her desk with a lunge and shot an arrow at the pool of blood on the bed.

Burst.

The arrow seemed to shoot into the flesh, blood splattered on the bed, and Hei Feng quickly turned around and rushed to the window, trying to break the window and escape.

However, it is of no avail.

It was as if she had just hit the wall, and instead of breaking the window, she had smashed her shoulder.

But luckily she dodged the splash of blood.

The blood on the bed spurted more and more, just like someone's major artery was broken, Hei Feng gritted his teeth, flew forward, grabbed the quilt, and slammed it on the place where the blood was spurting.

Finally blocked the blood.

She was secretly relieved, but heard a knock on the door.

Tuk-tuk.

"Is there anyone in there?" A familiar voice came from outside the door, "Black Phoenix? Mr. Wen?"

It was the voice of a sorceress.

Hei Feng was about to speak, but hesitated.

Is it really a sorceress out there?

Could it be a trap for evil spirits?

She stood on the edge of the bed, the only place where there was no blood.

He didn't dare touch the blood, who knew if it carried a curse?

She raised her bow and arrows in the direction of the door.

"Sorceress, it's me." She said.

"Great." Bai Zhou said, "Black Butterfly and I are here, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Hei Feng asked vigilantly, "Why are you here?"

Black Butterfly's voice rang out: "We were separated before, I was trapped in a public toilet, and I almost died, but fortunately, Bai Zhou saved me."

After a pause, she added, "What's going on in the house? Are there evil spirits?"

"The bed is spurting blood." Hei Feng said in a deep voice, "I suspect that this place has been cursed, don't come in, lest you be contaminated with the curse."

The sorceress asked, "Then how did you get out?"

"I'll figure it out myself." She said, "Go and find the source of the supernatural event, leave me alone, maybe the source will be solved, and the danger here will be lifted."

There was silence outside for a while, and finally Black Butterfly said, "Did you find any clues here?"

Hei Feng hesitated to tell them about Lin Shuang, she hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Just the day before the accident, during the Qingming Festival, Lin Shuang, that is, the nanny, came to sweep Zhang Cuifang's tomb."

It was quiet outside for a moment, and Hei Feng was even more suspicious, his eyes fixed on the door.

"Let's go." She said, "Go find Zhang Cuifang's tomb and see what kind of tribute Lin Shuang brought him."

"Okay." Black Butterfly said, "Be careful, when we find the source of the supernatural event, we will come to your rescue!"

There was the sound of footsteps walking away, Hei Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the arrow hung down slightly.

Finally gone.

Suddenly, he felt something move under his feet, and the mattress seemed to become soft.

She was startled, and without thinking about it, she shot another arrow at the bed.

Poof.

There was another murmur of flesh, followed by a terrible scream, and the bed squirmed and deformed wildly.

The bed came to life.

No, it's not.

It's not a bed at all. It's an evil spirit disguised as a bed!

He tried to jump off the bed, but it was too late, and the bed turned into carrion, rolling her up and wrapping around her lower body.

Desperately struggling, she pulled out the dagger at her waist and stabbed the flesh fiercely.

The sticky sound of flesh being pierced rang out, and blood splattered out, spraying her face with a strong rancid stench.