Raise your hand to touch your chest, your skin is cold, press it slightly, your muscles stiffen, you feel your heartbeat, you don't have a heartbeat, you pinch your face...... Hurt.

Just when Jiang Xiaobai was doing various physical examinations to confirm what was going on with him, and in the room that fell into the darkness, the white mist ghost was holding a white paper umbrella and was motionless.

The distance between the two ghosts is only two meters, which is exactly the straight-line distance between the two paper umbrellas!

Well...... Could it be the reason for this paper umbrella?

I want to turn off the paper umbrella, but there's a good chance that the ghost is nearby! I dispelled that thought.

After waiting for another three minutes, Jiang Xiaobai turned on his mobile phone, with the help of the light, it was not a black eye, and the mobile phone had no signal, he looked around vigilantly.

There is no signal, the phone cannot be reached, and it is useless to call the police for help.

You can only save yourself!

"There's no white fog everywhere, is it?"

Everywhere Jiang Xiaobai looked, it was white.

Holding a white paper umbrella, Jiang Xiaobai took a step cautiously, left the room, and came to the corridor, his footsteps echoed clearly, there were two! One light, one heavy!

And right behind you!

Jiang Xiaobai stood in place, holding a paper umbrella, motionless.

The ghost is behind you!

The White Mist Ghost kept a distance of two meters, holding a paper umbrella, and remained motionless.

Three minutes passed.

The ghost didn't do anything.

Jiang Xiaobai took a tentative step with a paper umbrella, and behind him, a heavy footstep fell, and the ghost also took a step!

Another three minutes passed, and the ghost still didn't move!

Jiang Xiaobai frowned slightly.

This ghost is following me?

Can you follow me, but don't do it?

Is it a white paper umbrella in your hand?

Could it be that this ghost's killing law is that he doesn't have an umbrella?!

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, he couldn't explain it, he didn't hold an umbrella before, but the ghost didn't do it immediately, but kept looking at each other, kept a stalemate, went to open the door, turned off the light, the white mist came in, and opened the paper umbrella.

It may be the law of killing!

Maybe neither!

I can't figure it out, but the ghost is behind me!

However, for the time being, it is certain that it should be safe to open the umbrella.

Jiang Xiaobai barely calmed down, and took a few steps tentatively, and the sound of light and heavy footsteps clearly diffused and echoed, but nothing happened.

He wanted to take a step back and see if the ghost would take a step back as well.

Or turn on your phone to take a picture of yourself and see if the ghost behind you will be ...... than an eggplant.

The thought of death was put aside, Jiang Xiaobai had already come to the staircase, and walked downstairs step by step.

The wooden staircase, straight down, crunched on it.

After descending ten steps, there was a white expanse in front of me, and there was silence behind me.

Only the sound of their own footsteps.

The ghost didn't follow!

Jiang Xiaobai continued to walk down until he finished the stairs and came to a place similar to a living room, where the fog was surrounded, and the faint visibility of the mobile phone was less than one meter.

The phone still shows no signal.

There was still no sound behind him.

It's as if the ghost doesn't take the stairs.

“？ This ghost won't float down, will it?! ”

Jiang Xiaobai hurriedly stopped the idea of looking up, leaned against the wall, and continued to walk forward.

In a quiet, no-brainer, ghosts may not be scary, but cranky thoughts are the source of terror.

Knowing that there are ghosts, I still think about it, the more I think about it, the more afraid I become, the more I think about it, the more adrenaline I secrete, the more terrifying I become.

Walking five steps against the wall, a black wooden door was half-open, and the surrounding area was still white fog, only the faint light of the mobile phone could see the outline of a platform inside the wooden door.

Click.

Jiang Xiaobai took a step vigilantly, and a heavy footstep sounded behind him!

The ghost is following again!

Dada, dada!

Footsteps again!

Jiang Xiaobai's face changed slightly, he didn't move at all!

Footsteps are approaching!

The voice wasn't coming from behind him, it was coming from inside this wooden door!

Dada, dada!

Jiang Xiaobai's face was ugly, the white paper umbrella in his hand was clenched, there was a ghost behind him, and there was also a ghost in this door!

Crunch~

The wooden door opened from the inside, and under the faint light of the mobile phone, a woman of about forty walked out with a blank paper umbrella with an expressionless face.

The woman with the umbrella did not stop, turned around, walked forward, walked into the white mist, and disappeared under the light of her mobile phone.

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes widened, his scalp was numb, if he was not mistaken, this woman didn't look at him at all, or the target was not him at all!

"A false alarm."

Da, da.

Two footsteps came from behind him.

Jiang Xiaobai's nerves were tense, he resisted the idea of running away, clutched the white paper umbrella, and stood in place, motionless.

The woman just now didn't look at him, and at the same time she was holding a white paper umbrella in her hand, which may be the only hope for survival!

The sound of two footsteps approaching at the same time, Jiang Xiaobai held his breath, his eyes turned slightly, and he squinted to the right!

He leaned against the wall, and the ghost came from behind, either passing by or standing behind him!

Da, da.

A man of about forty, expressionless, holding a white paper umbrella in his hand, entered the line of sight, the man, like the woman, did not stop, walked into the white mist, and disappeared from view.

But there was another footstep stop!

Jiang Xiaobai knew with his ass that the footsteps stopped behind him!

The ghost is behind you!

That is, there are two ghosts behind you!

For a while, Jiang Xiaobai didn't go, and he didn't let either, holding a white paper umbrella, motionless.

Three minutes passed.

There was silence behind him.

The white mist drifted around, Jiang Xiaobai gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and took a big step towards the wooden door next to him.

Da, da.

A little girl about six years old, holding a white paper umbrella with a blank face, walked forward.

A dull sound of footsteps followed.

The footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared, Jiang Xiaobai exhaled a breath of white air, and said secretly: "Sure enough, I blocked the road by myself." ”

But the heavy footsteps, the ghost I saw at the beginning, are still following!

The faint light of his mobile phone swept around, and he quickly confirmed that it was a bedroom, and on the table next to him were several third-grade Chinese and math textbooks, as well as a family photo.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the photo and understood the reason for the three footsteps just now, but he was a little puzzled.

In the photo, a tall man, about forty or fifty years old, stands on the left, reaching out and touching the head of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

On the left side of the photo, a woman in her forties and fifties is holding a little girl of five or six years old with a smile in her eyes.

"It turns out that I just crossed over to this teenager, but it's a pity that the whole family is ......."

Retracting his gaze, with the help of the faint light of his mobile phone, Jiang Xiaobai frowned, walked a few steps, and the sound of heavy footsteps behind him came clearly.

The ghost is still following!

But where did those three umbrella-holding ghosts go?!

The mystery emerged in his mind, Jiang Xiaobai squinted slightly, looked at the white paper umbrella in his hand, and thought thoughtfully.

Umbrellas are used to shelter from the rain and shade the sun in summer.

In ancient times, the use of umbrellas was much the same.

You can send an umbrella, which means 'scattered'! The implication is very bad and unlucky!

But white paper umbrellas!

That's a funeral that may only need to be used for burials!