Here, Wang Defa, the village head, found that his son had not returned for several days, and felt a little strange. I was puzzled but I also understood that this son was usually pampered, and he often didn't come back late. Wang Defa didn't think much about it, only left the side door, and waited for his son to come in through the side door by himself.

Thinking like this, Wang Defa cleaned up and slept on the pit with his wife.

Three rounds in the night......

The moon shadow in the sky was covered by dark clouds, sprinkling a little white silver light, cold and silent, and suddenly a strange cool breeze blew, and the leaves in the courtyard swayed a few times.

Something was dripping with water, curling up into a lump, ticking closer, all the way forward, like crawling out of the water - water ghosts! Crawled through the grass, climbed over the road, and stopped in front of the side door of Wang Defa's house.

It's also strange to say, in a daze, he actually heard someone singing, singing something: "There will be demons after three rounds at night, I don't see the head or the tail, I look back at no one, my steps are empty, my heart is empty, I look left and right, and a female ghost will scare you!"

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Isn't that the most recent ballad?

Who? In the middle of the night, I don't sleep. What song to sing, put this stumbling people.

Suddenly, I felt something dripping on my face, and I slid down my neck with coldness, and I raised my hand to touch the sticky oil, and there was a salty smell when I smelled it.

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Wang De was frightened, cold sweat broke out, and he slid down his back coldly, and his cold hair stood up.

And he saw a man's head hanging before him, dripping with water.

The whitening of the blisters had lost their color, and his eyes were a little dull, and he stared straight at him.

The blistered peeling skin crumpled and drooped, wilting on the bare air. A pair of mouths crumpled into a ball, and a black unidentified object flowed from the white mouth. The gray and blue clothes on his body were drooping, dripping with water, terrifying and terrifying.

The surroundings were dark and gloomy, and the village chief was so frightened that his eyes were about to bulge out when he looked at the terrifying thing in front of him, and he couldn't get up from the bed tremblingly, and something weighed heavily on him.

Ghost Press!

I can't move, I can't run.

He Wang Decheng has never done anything too lacking in morality, except for killing an old woman before, he no longer dares to make it bad.

Now, he was forced to lie on the bed and watch the mad thing slowly approach him, his throat desperately trying to scream, to wake his wife who was lying beside him. But, it didn't work!

He is so pitiful and embarrassed now, he wants to wake up his wife for help, but he can only be pitiful, and a stream of phlegm stuck in his throat is gurgling but he can't open his mouth.

His men clawed at the bedding in horror, smashing the lower layer of the bedding, and the wooden thorns stabbed into his nails, bleeding profusely.

He was in pain and horror, sweat was dripping down his cheeks, cold sweat and tears mixed with snot flowed into his mouth.

Wang Defa trembled and stared at the approaching thing, his heart was flustered, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Fear and the sudden cold made him shiver coldly.

An unpleasant stench came, like rotten meat that had been soaked for a long time, and the fishy smell of dead fish and rotten shrimp in the river, and a breath came to the face. The thing was talking about something with its mouth open and closed, and Wang Defa vaguely heard something.

"He Juan kill me...... He Juan...... Kill...... I...... Father...... Avenge...... Kill...... He Juan!"

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He Juan?!

Kill him?

He is?

Who's his name Daddy?