It turned out to be the voice of the white mother-in-law......

How could I not be surprised!? Over the past year or so, every time there has been danger, every time I am extremely frightened, it is Granny Bai who has spoken out to comfort me.

It can be said that the voice of Granny Bai can always inexplicably give me a sense of security.

With her, I can always feel an unprecedented sense of intimacy.

Regardless of the dark and ghostly face of the white mother-in-law at the moment, I had no struggle at all, and gradually let go of the finger in my hand while reciting the spell.

His mouth just murmured like a dream: "White... Granny White!"

But as the cry came out, my eyelids sank.

Lowering my eyes, my ears were like auditory hallucinations in a dream, and I felt that Granny Bai had been talking in my ear.

But in a daze, like in a dream, I didn't hear it at all.

But I'm pretty sure it's real... It's so real that I wake up the next day.

I only felt a touch of warmth in my hands, as if I was shaking lightly.

I rolled over and sat up and exclaimed, "Granny Bai... Mother-in-law!"

But what I responded to was a "poof"... Liu Siya didn't know when she appeared in my room.

She hid her face and smiled and said, "Jiang Cheng, how old are you? ... It's only been a day, and you're thinking about Granny Bai!"

"No," I said, "I felt like Granny White was sitting at the head of my bed just now, and she talked to me a lot..."

"But why is Granny White here?" Liu Siya snorted and said, "It's dawn, don't daydream here!"

I suddenly turned around and looked out the window at the already bright sky.

At that moment, I was almost stunned, I really didn't expect to be in a daze, and it would be a night!

But the white granny in the dream makes me feel so real... How so?

In my thoughts, my hand couldn't help but slide over the quilt, intending to lift the quilt, but I never thought that the moment my hand slipped the corner of my back, I inexplicably felt a chill.

It's not just cold... But when I swiped my hand, in addition to the coldness of my hand, it also made the cold hairs on my arms stand up!

This kind of coldness, I have heard Granny Bai say it before, and I have seen it in books... It's called yin!

I shuddered at the thought of it.

Then I got up and went downstairs with Liu Siya, and during the process of eating breakfast, I was also haunted by that dream.

In the afternoon of the same day, it was Liu Siya's family's turn to guard her aunt's mourning hall.

Throughout the whole process, I accompanied Liu Siya, and I was also immersed in last night's thoughts... I really tried to remember what Granny Bai said in my dream last night.

It's really as illusory as a dream, I can only think of Granny Bai's cold opening, but I can't recall what Granny Bai said at that time.

"What's wrong Jiang Cheng," Liu Siya stretched out her hand and shook it in front of my eyes: "Jiang Cheng!"

"Ah," I looked back, stunned.

"What the hell is going on with you," Liu Siya asked, "If you have been absent-minded, could it be that you are really homesick?"

"How is this possible," I sighed, "I'm not a three-year-old, how can I be homesick one day out... It's just that I feel restless in my heart."

It was an inexplicable emotion, and it felt.... I suddenly felt that something big was about to happen, so I was always weird in my heart, but I couldn't tell the reason at the moment.

My tangled look, and the expression of wanting to stop talking, instantly became more and more felt by Liu Siya, I am the prime minister.

Perhaps to take care of my emotions, Liu Siya suddenly got up and stretched out her hand to me, "Follow me!"

"Where!?" Stunned, I reached out and grabbed her.

Soon, this girl took me out of the mourning hall, and in the corner of the courtyard, I saw Uncle Liu last night, surrounded by a lot of green, and some children who sat on stools.

Listen to Liu Siya, Uncle Liu

Today is a rare leisure, and I am actually interested in telling stories here.

In Liu Siya's memory, when she was still very young, like these children now, she liked to carry a stool and follow Uncle Liu.

Don't talk about that, there is no TV in Liujiazhai now... So, in addition to those memories of hopscotch and jumping rubber bands, they have memories of their childhood.

has a childhood fun, that is, listening to Uncle Liu, telling supernatural ghost stories at night.

However, there are only a few stories that Uncle Liu said.

When I was a child, I heard it more than a dozen times, but I got tired of it, and gradually Uncle Liu didn't like to talk about it.

But tonight, he's in a good mood... Maybe it was last night.

So after Uncle Liu's family was in charge of keeping the spirit, Uncle Liu did not go back, but took some children and told the story outside the mourning hall.

Perhaps, it is also a spontaneous family affection.

Reminds him of when he was a child, and the dead... That is, Uncle Liu's own sister, some fun when she was a child.

Or, Uncle Liu wants to make this mourning hall more popular.

No matter what Uncle Liu's purpose is, his story has indeed attracted many people to listen.

Some were fascinated by the listening, and even sat on the ground.

When Liu Siya brought me closer, I only listened to the beginning of the story, and then laughed dumbly: "It's that old story again!"

"What's the story," I asked curiously.

"I don't know the name of this story, but—" Liu Siya said, "It's probably a hedgehog who repaid the favor and sent a copy of the Luban Book out. Later, I also looked up this story on the Internet, and it was more detailed on the Internet than my uncle."

"The Book of Luban!?" At the mention of this name, I was immediately interested, and immediately listened to Uncle Liu from a distance, talking about the story like a storyteller......

At that moment, Uncle Liu said that the sky was dark and the heavy rain was falling, Ye Lingjun ran into a broken temple to avoid the rain in embarrassment, he raised his hand and wiped the water on his face, and silently cursed this ghost weather in his heart.

"Young man, come and have a fire." A deep old voice sounded in the temple.

Ye Lingjun was taken aback, he quickly turned his head, and found that there was an old man in ragged clothes sitting in the corner of the ruined temple, there was a fire in front of him, and the jumping fire was reflected on his face, and the old and sad face was delicate.

"Uncle, I'm sorry I didn't notice you just now." Ye Lingjun greeted generously and sat opposite the old man.

The old man waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care, "Young man, I don't hear that your accent is like a local, where did you come from?"

"I'm coming from the south." Ye Lingjun smiled heartily, "I'm a carpenter who lives all over the world, and I'm looking for a book called 'Luban Book'."

"Ugh." After listening to Ye Lingjun's words, the old man suddenly sighed, "Young man, let me tell you a story." After speaking, the old man didn't wait for Ye Lingjun to reply, and talked to himself.

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