There are two possibilities, either my ears are broken, the knock on the door is non-existent, and the sound in my ears comes from itself. Either that, or there really is a person with high mana who will use remotely controlled spells to create this kind of horror.

For the former, that is not tenable at all, you say that my ears are broken, why is it not bad sooner or later, it has to be bad at this node? As for the latter, I only speculate, as for whether it is true or not, it does not stand up to scrutiny at all.

The percussion came again, still so rhythmic, unhurried, but calm and powerful. I couldn't sit still, put my hands on the ground, and without making a sound, I stood up.

I didn't have my feet on the ground at all, so I floated forward until I came to the edge of the dragon gate, and then, as soon as the knocking sound sounded, I stretched out my right hand and pointed to the place where it sounded, and silently recited it in my mouth.

I saw a bright light flashing out, and just across this dragon gate, I saw a black shadow, which fell to the ground outside the dragon gate with a pop. As soon as I saw that there was a door, I quickly jumped into the high and jumped out of the yard.

Outside the door, there was a dark shadow that didn't look very real, and if I didn't look closely, I couldn't see it at all, because his color was so close to the ground that I didn't see it at all. But what the hell is this thing?

I crouched down and looked over. The shadow, as if badly wounded, seemed to be shaking slightly. I don't think this thing is what I imagined, ghostly, weird, but where was this thing just now, why did it knock on this dragon door all at once?

I was about to reach out and pull this thing, but I saw that there seemed to be something in this thing's body, scurrying in it at high speed, and after a while, this thing flattened and grew, and just as I was about to be next to it, this thing actually made a wave and rose from the ground a puff of black smoke.

The sound, I carefully distinguished, was exactly the same as the knocking sound I had just heard, and I had a feeling of sudden realization, and before I could regain my mind, the black smoke rose rapidly, and in a short time it was gone.

When I looked at the dark shadow on the ground again, there was nothing, and I don't know if it was dead or escaped, but there was no trace of it.

As of now, it's gone, and I don't really know what it is. But I thought about it again, anyway, the knocking sound is gone, what do I care about so much?

So I walked around the thorn tree in my house with my glass in my hand and walked back to the yard. When I saw that the adults in my house were sleeping deeply, I realized that I was sleeping in my bed so well, and looking at me like that, I slept very soundly, because I saw drooling from the corners of my mouth.

Now the problem came again, and I was two again, one holding a glass of water and walking into the house from outside. One slept in bed in good shape. It seems like I've been stuck in this cycle lately, either my soul is out of body or I'm running into a dream.

I don't know if it's a disease, or if these spells or something in my body have created some kind of split that caused me to have this situation. But I didn't have anyone to ask, and now that Second Master Nan hasn't come back, forget it, I'll ask him when he comes back.

As soon as I walked to the bed, it was still the invisible force that sucked me desperately on me lying on the bed, and it looked like a scene in a magical world.

When the two of me coincided, I felt so refreshed for a while. And the dream of mine on the bed came to an abrupt end, and the cup in my hand that came in from outside fell heavily on the edge of the bed, and it was rolling and crumbling......

After a good night's sleep, I felt that my strength had fully recovered, and by the time I got up again and walked into the courtyard, it was past noon. The sun is white, and it makes people unable to open their eyes.

It was so hot that people were huddled in their houses, and no one was working in the fields. Even my parents, who worked as hard as little bees, had to go home to rest. I saw that they were all drowsy, and I thought it was very boring, so I walked out of the house.

Our Zhuangzi is not large, but the shape is irregular. Looking down from a high place, it looks like an Arabic numeral 7. The location of our house is the short horizontal bar above the figure 7.

Most of the back area is a bit far from my house. And although they have the same surname as us, they are far from Wufu. I heard that Haoming's house in the northwest corner caught a foreign duck and looked good, and I have been listening to a few of them in my ear, so I want to go over and have a look.

Speaking of this Haoming, he is a generation older than me, so it stands to reason that I have to call him uncle. But this old man, who doesn't know what to do, actually plays with a group of children younger than him.

Not to mention this guy, as soon as I thought of seeing a different foreign duck, I felt a little funny, and ran along the West Road to the north of Zhuangtou like a gust of wind. It's a pity that I didn't even see a person walking around outside along the way.

Like no one, I basically ran out of the big courtyard of Haoming's house in the northwest corner of Zhuang in one go. The head of their dragon gate wall is made of red bricks, which is very steep and very high, and it seems to be extremely tight.

And outside the wall of their courtyard, there is an empty field, that site should be low-lying, and now there is some stagnant water, the stagnant water is very shallow, and the wind blows in the middle of the road, and it is a burst of broken sun, which makes people a little dizzy.

I walked around the puddle and ran straight to the outside of the courtyard wall of Haoming's house. As soon as I saw that their big iron dragon door was tightly closed, I didn't dare to stretch out my foot and kick it, but I looked inside through the crack in the door, and saw their big wolf dog, like a plague god, sitting on the steps under the east eaves, dozing listlessly.

When I saw that this great killing god was in the courtyard, I was startled, and I hurriedly lifted my feet, tried not to make a sound, and walked slowly to the east.

I hadn't taken a few steps when I saw a black and black thing on the edge of the puddle, sticking out its long, flat mouth, grazing the ground and wrestling its wings, and rushing towards me without saying a word.

I looked, hey, the big wolf dog in the yard didn't rush at me, what the hell are you, do you still want to rush over and bite me? I didn't know what it was for a while, so I didn't dare to move any further, holding on to the courtyard wall with one hand, lifting one foot up, and when the thing was getting closer, I kicked it violently, right in the body.

The kick was so solid that it flipped over a few times and fell into the puddle. But the thing was quite tenacious, and after a flutter in the water, it stood up straight, its wings fluttered again, and it swooped down like a jet, and attacked me again.