Xie Yixiang was shocked by the old man's words, and in a panic, she subconsciously pulled out the chaos around her waist. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Who knew that her eyes flickered, and the miserable white lantern in the old man's hand had fallen to the ground at some point, but the person didn't know where he had gone, and when he looked around, where was there still a trace of the old man?

At that moment, she hurriedly forced herself to settle down, and used her "poor thousands of miles" magic power to the extreme, searching around for the old man's whereabouts. You must know that Xie Yixiang's "poor thousands of miles" eyesight, even in the middle of the night, can be seen within half a mile. Unexpectedly, at this moment, except for the dilapidated ancient mansion in front of him, there was a thick pitch black in all directions, and under the eyes of his "poor thousands of miles", he couldn't see anything, let alone find out the whereabouts of the old man.

Xie Yixiang was shocked, and hurriedly picked up the lantern that the old man had lost on the ground with his toes, and reached out to hold it. For her, the miserable white lantern was almost the only light in the darkness.

Under the light of the white flames of the lantern, Xie Yixiang looked at the two wooden doors that were slightly open on the courtyard wall. In an instant, she had a courage out of nowhere, or maybe she was fascinated for a while, and immediately raised her foot and kicked the wooden door open, and stepped into this ancient mansion.

I saw that behind the door was clearly a courtyard, and it was also soaked in darkness. With the help of the white light of the lantern, Xie Yixiang could vaguely distinguish the gravel path under her feet. Now that she had come, she calmed down and walked slowly along the path, but she had only walked a distance of about ten paces, but she felt that her eyes were dark, and the attic she had seen before had already appeared in front of her.

Xie Yixiang looked up at the second floor of the attic, but saw that inside the open window, there was still a miserable white firelight, echoing the white light from the lantern in his hand. In this moment, the fear in Xie Yixiang's heart seemed to have been completely replaced by curiosity, and at that moment she reached out and gently pushed open the door of the attic.

Behind the door is the ground floor of this attic, which is a large lobby, and directly opposite the door is a nanmu table, placed against the wall, and covered with long black wooden signs. Xie Yixiang could see clearly that these black wooden plaques were clearly the spiritual seats of the deceased, and there were about ten in total.

On the left side of the lobby, against the wall, is a spiraling black wooden staircase, which appears to lead to the second floor of the attic. Xie Yixiang was only focused on the lit room upstairs, and since she had discovered the location of the stairs, she ignored the wooden plaques on the table and walked straight onto the stairs.

You must know that this ancient mansion has been abandoned for a long time, and now this staircase is naturally even more old, and it is covered with a thick layer of dust. She cautiously ascended to the second floor of the attic, but in front of her was an extremely low walkway, even a little girl of Xie Yixiang's stature had to lower her head slightly so that she could barely pass without touching the top of the walkway.

By the miserable white light of the lantern in his hand, Xie Yixiang took a few steps in the corridor, and he could already see clearly, it turned out that the rooms on the second floor of the attic were distributed on both sides of this corridor, just like the furnishings of the guest rooms in the inn. At this moment, on the left and right sides of this corridor, there are about a dozen doors, but I don't know which one is the room with the lights on.

She was thinking about it when she suddenly heard a low human voice in front of her, a small voice like the squeak of a mouse, and she didn't know what to say. Xie Yixiang hurriedly clenched the handle of the knife, listened carefully, couldn't help frowning, and said secretly: "This seems to be the sound of someone crying in a low voice, listen carefully, it's not even just the crying of one person." ”

At that moment, Xie Yixiang followed the slight crying sound and continued to walk in the aisle, and after about eleven or twelve steps, he had reached the end of the aisle. Just below the door on the right side of the aisle, through the crack in the door, you can vaguely see the miserable white light reflected out, and it can be seen that this room is naturally the room that I saw outside the ancient mansion before, and the light is revealed on the second floor of this attic.

Since she has already come here, how can she still retreat on the spot? Xie Yixiang walked quickly to this room, gritted her teeth slightly, and pushed the door open with all her might, and then she saw a strange scene.

I saw that on the ground in this room, there was a bronze oil lamp of a height of a certain height burning at this moment, the body of the lamp was full of patina, the appearance was very old, and the carving on it was extremely exquisite, and the flame burning on this bronze oil lamp was like a lantern in his hand, and it was also a miserable white color.

Around this oil lamp, there were more than a dozen ragged people squatting at this moment, all holding the back of their heads with their hands, centering on the oil lamp, bowing their heads in a circle; they were so close to each other that they were almost huddled together next to each other, as if they wanted to rely on the faint flame on the bronze oil lamp for warmth. Xie Yixiang could hear it clearly at this moment, and the sound of low crying came from these more than ten people.

At that moment, Xie Yixiang took a deep breath and asked in a calm voice as much as possible: "What are you ......" As soon as she spoke, some of those squatting people held their heads and shouted loudly: "Close the door! Close the door!"

Listening to their tone, there were three points of anger and seven points of fear, as if Xie Yixiang's move of pushing the door open was a catastrophe for them. Xie Yixiang was baffled by the shouts of these people, and she didn't dare to be careless at the moment, and said, "Okay, I'll close the door now." As she spoke, she stepped into the room and slammed the door shut.

saw that the more than ten people squatting around the oil lamp were still holding their heads with their hands, and no one paid attention to Xie Yixiang. When the door was closed again, one of them said in despair, "It's late, she's already here!"

Whether it was "she" or "him"? Or "it", Xie Yixiang naturally couldn't tell it from the man's mouth, so she had to follow the man's words and ask, "Who is she? What are you doing here?"

As soon as she said this, the dozen or so people suddenly trembled up and down, squeezed each other tighter, and desperately approached the bronze oil lamp on the ground in the middle, and with their restlessness, a heavy footstep sounded from downstairs.

Xie Yixiang's heart sank, and she unconsciously stood up straight. Listening to the sound of footsteps downstairs, the sound was extremely heavy, as if it weighed hundreds of catties, what was the sound?

The people by the oil lamp heard the footsteps getting louder and louder, and their bodies trembled even more, and the original low crying gradually turned into a loud wail, obviously terrified to the extreme. Although Xie Yixiang didn't know why, she couldn't help but tremble when she saw them behaving like this. Suddenly, I heard the footsteps downstairs make a loud "thump", and then there was no more sound.

Xie Yixiang's heart had already reached the place of her throat, and then she finally put it down and breathed a sigh of relief. It doesn't matter what's downstairs, as long as it doesn't come up, it's fine.

Who knew that she had just come up with this idea, and suddenly heard a loud "bang" outside the room, which shook the dust on the roof and shook the whole attic, but what was even more frightening was that the footsteps at this moment clearly came from the second floor of the attic.

It turned out that the reason why the footsteps had stopped for a while, but in this moment, the thing had quietly ascended from downstairs to the second floor of this attic.