Twelve o'clock in the night.

Ling Bai opened his eyes. I didn't wake up in the blink of an eye, but I woke up straight. The eyes 'clicked' open, like a weird marionette doll.

It was pitch black, and the time on the phone was clearly displayed at 00:00 - a time when everything would start again.

He rarely wakes up in the wee hours of the morning, especially just around the corner. Strange emotions suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart and instantly spread to my whole body.

After returning home from Huxiaoling and having dinner, he packed up his clothes and went to the only hotel in town to open a single room.

At exactly twelve o'clock, the cold winter moon hid behind the locust tree, revealing an eerie face. The moonlight cast a reflection on the surface of the Zhangjiang River, and the light illuminated the entire room, like a pale slender palm, piercing the thin curtain of the room and pointing at him.

Turning his head, an expressionless, pale face stared straight at him.

She appeared in front of Ling Bai abruptly, the distance between the two faces was only a few centimeters, and Ling Bai could even see the pores on her face and pieces of rotten minced flesh clearly.

"I don't know why I fell asleep, thanks for the reminder, it's time for me to get up and practice. Ling Bai twitched, exhaled a breath of turbidity, reached out and pressed it on the miserable white face in front of him and pinched it. It's a real touch, stiff and cold.

A look of astonishment appeared on the woman's face, and her pupilless eyes rolled, as if trying to break free from their sockets.

"I won't turn on the lights, don't be afraid, but don't bother me, I'm afraid I'll be unable to help but hammer you. Ling Bai grinned and took out a miniature dark gold bald doll from his trouser pocket.

The bald doll is coated with a layer of copper paint, and the expression on its face is grim, as if its hands are folded.

The miserable white woman's eyes rolled and shrank back in fear.

"What do you think will happen if I smash your head with this?" Ling Bai took the bronze figure and shook it in front of her eyes.

The figure vanished.

A large patch of black dry hair hung from the ceiling, and she craned her neck to look directly at Ling Bai on the bed.

Throw the bronze man in your hand.

With a bang, a monk covered in copper paint suddenly appeared in the room. He saluted Ling Bai, did not speak, and appeared in front of Ling Bai with a simple fist, hitting Ling Bai's face and smashing him out.

"It hurts. ”

Ling Bai felt that the bones on his face had been smashed, and in front of the bronze man, he didn't even have time to react. The opponent's speed and strength just overwhelmed him. Just as he was thinking, the bronze man had already stepped forward, grabbed his ankle with one hand, picked him up, and slammed it towards the ceiling.

Even the miserable white woman with an extended neck was implicated, and the carrion on her face fell off in large pieces, revealing the cold white bones inside.

Ling Bai's whole body was pressed against the woman, and he hit the ceiling together, and then slammed into the bed.

In the next room, a middle-aged couple had just died down. The wife couldn't get enough of wiping the milky white water milk flowing out of her body with a tissue, and complained, "Why is it so fast this time?"

The husband leaned on the back of the slightly yellowed bed, lit a cigarette, and looked melancholy, "I have been holding back on the construction site for so long, and I finally came out, and I couldn't hold back for a while." ”

"Ah.....h

Ling Bai's painful and ecstatic snort sounded next door.

"Ah~ah~"

The constant moaning and the occasional sound of the bed crashing made the white walls behind him tremble a little.

"Look at how powerful people are. The wife glared at her weak husband with resentment, and stared at the white wall with some envy, as if she could see through the red bricks to see the battle situation in the next room. "She should be satisfied. She thought.

"Do you want to do it again?" the wife couldn't hold back the restlessness in her heart, turned over and straddled her husband's lap, her red lips slowly approaching her lower body.

"No, there's a lot going on tomorrow on the construction site. The husband's face was so frightened that he even drooped the cigarette from his mouth and hung his head in despair.

The wife didn't care, and she moved hard and emotionally.

Five minutes later.

"My mouth is sore, I'm still depressed, forget it, go to sleep. The wife got into the bed, turned sideways, and began to sleep with a sad face.

The husband sighed deeply and re-lit a cigarette.

The intermittent ping-pong sound in the next room continued all night, not stopping until three or four o'clock in the morning.

The next day, the two couples left the room with dark circles under their eyes, and when they passed by the next door, the wife looked at her husband and complained: "If you don't come next time, you will hang my appetite all night, and the diaphragm is too bad." ”

Ling Bai opened his eyes with a tired face and glanced at his phone, it was eight and fifteen in the morning.

WeChat has several unread messages.

The nurse Gui Ying posted a few funny expressions in a row, to the effect of 'where is it' and 'talking back' or something like that.

The last one was finally typed - "It's not a good habit to stay up all night, please correct it, and go home quickly to admit your mistakes." ”

Struggling to get up, I was tortured by the bronze man for most of the night last night, the muscles of my whole body ached, and the miserable white woman with scattered hair didn't know when she was smashed and disappeared.

"At the critical moment, there is not even a female ghost who shares the joys and sorrows. Ling Bai sighed and got up silently.

Found the key and checked out.

Ling Bai walked on the way home.

The streets were full of people, and the whole town was filled with life in an instant.

On the old pontoon bridge connecting the two banks, fishermen are shouting for fresh river fish, attracting the attention of passers-by.

"Today is the polder?" Ling Bai didn't remember the days of the lunar calendar very well, and walked slowly around the polder town with the flow of people.

If the town is a secluded corner in the middle of nowhere, then, on a polder day, the liveliness of the town can be compared with the downtown area. The farmers of the surrounding villages relied on the bazaar for many aspects of their lives, and they combined their farms and handicrafts to diversify and provide a rich produce.

People take their surplus crops such as rice, peanuts or fruits to the polder, find a prominent place to sit down, and exchange some cash for some pastries, food and children's toys in the town shop.

The closer you get to the farmer's street, the more turbulent the flow of people becomes.

Ling Bai shuttled through the crowd, looking at the dog skin plasters selling fake medicines from time to time, and stopping to watch the kitchen knife seller boasting about the sharpness of his kitchen knife. All sorts of things are unique and dizzying.

Grandma Gui Ying sat at the door, with a big red basin in front of her. Beneath the white smoke was a duck that had just been cut out and bled out.

"I'm back. Ling Bai stepped forward quickly, squatted down and looked at his grandmother, "When can you eat beer duck today?"

"You know how to come back. Grandma Gui Ying put down the work in her hand and glared at Ling Bai, "What about my daughter-in-law? ”