Fireflies swept through the grass hut, flapping their wings and making a "da-da" sound, like a watchman, patrolling the night, telling people that the weather is dry and dry, and be careful of the fire candles. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Zhuo Yifan couldn't sleep, stretched out his hand from under his head, took a grass branch, put it at the corner of his mouth and bit it.

While chewing the corners of his mouth, he closed his eyes and lay quietly, just as Zhuo Yifan was enjoying himself, there was a "swish" sound, and a sound pierced the night sky, as if someone had jumped over the grass shed, making him quickly open his eyes, stand up and inspect carefully.

I saw something wrapped in a robe, like a black shadow, speeding towards the side of the inn. Zhuo Yifan's eyes widened, and he muttered to himself: "What the hell is that?" As soon as he finished speaking, when he saw that he said the word "ghost", his body couldn't help shaking, and he shook his head, trying his best not to think about it.

But he doesn't know why, the more he doesn't want something, the more clearly it makes you remember, like waves surging on the shore, wave after wave deepening your memory.

He couldn't resist finally taking a look. People are like this, the more curious things are, even if they are scared in their hearts, as long as their curiosity comes up, they still can't help but look at them.

He walked slowly out of the stable, looking at the black night, he crept slowly, trying not to make a sound with almost every step, also for his own safety.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of "clanging", a crisp sound like the hammer of an iron shop.

Zhuo Yifan greeted the sound, and walked forward gently, the sound became louder and louder, and he unconsciously came to the door of a guest room, there was a faint yellow light in the room, and two figures were reflected on the window at this time.

Zhuo Yifan knew that there were two figures, which meant that there were two people inside, judging from the distance of the figures, these two people were still relatively close.

He endured the fear in his heart, slowly bowed down, and lay on the windowsill, through the broken broken window, Zhuo Yifan could just see two people.

One was the old man, whose wrinkled cheeks were like the bark of a poplar, as if they had been drained by the sun, weathered day and night.

He held the bowl in one hand and a string of bells in the other, shaking the bowl and shaking the bell, and there were words in his mouth.

It's not good, the sound of the bell is a bit special, not like an ordinary bell, but how can it be so familiar, Zhuo Yifan felt very surprised.

He searched his stomach again, trying to find out where the bell had been.

Slowly, reality collapsed him again, and it was still at dusk when the summer snow was flying in Zhuojian Villa, it was the purple gold bell on the wrist of the barefoot old man!

When they dined together that day, Zhuo Yifan clearly remembered that he had been observing the purple gold bell. Because at that time, he felt that the barefoot old man was wearing such a broken purple gold bell, and he was very puzzled. In addition, the purple gold bell is not a common thing, and the sound it makes is also very special, so I was very curious at the time, so I paid more attention to it.

Right now, Zhuo Yifan wants to cry, is this old man a barefoot old man?

However, the barefoot old man was obviously dead, and the family had also purchased a coffin for him, which Zhuo Yifan had witnessed with his own eyes.

However, when the corpse was strewn in front of Zhuo Jian Villa, the purple gold bell on the wrist of the barefoot old man was missing, but now the old man has it.

What the hell is going on?

Could it be that the barefoot old man cheated to death that day, so what was his intention?

It's impossible, I obviously saw him dead and buried, but he didn't die, and he suffocated when he was buried. Zhuo Yifan dismissed this idea.

If the barefoot old man died, but this old man's eyes were the same as the barefoot old man, and the purple gold bell was exactly the same, then who was he, could it be that this old man was a ghost now?

Zhuo Yifan couldn't breathe. He felt that his head was empty, his ears kept ringing, and his body froze, almost slumping to the ground. At this time, he could only watch the old man keep ringing the bell.

I saw that every time the old man shook it, the person with his back to him shook it, and the person's appearance was not clear, because his back was facing out of the window, but his hair was very long, so to speak, a long hair shawl, like a woman's hair.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the old man's actions, very strange, and didn't know what he was doing. Just when Zhuo Yifan was curious, the old man suddenly increased his speed, and the frequency of shaking gradually increased, and suddenly the old man stepped back, and the man with long hair and shawl turned around abruptly.

Zhuo Yifan was stunned in an instant, the man only had one face, and it was bloody, his eyes were abrupt, as if they were glued between the sockets, and a pair of white fangs hung on both sides of his mouth like wolf teeth.

"That thing isn't human. This is Zhuo Yifan's first impression when he sees that thing,

He really didn't have the courage to look any further. Looking at it again, the disgusting smell of rotten flesh surged in his heart, as if he had eaten a few dead mice, and all his internal organs were about to be vomited out by him.

The old man rotated the bowl in his hand, and suddenly the palm of his hand stopped, and the liquid in the bowl suddenly buckled to the face of the thing, reflecting the light, and only then did he see that the liquid was red blood, and all of it flowed down the cheeks of the thing.

The cheeks that were unrecognizable suddenly became hideous, as if a bowl of hot oil had been poured out, and the sound of sizzling came out at the same time.

"Gollum ......"

It was like a frog hiding in its throat, and its bulging neck was surging upwards for a while, as if this was its language.

The bell in the old man's hand shook again, and the thing jumped straight up in an instant, stretched out a pair of long-haired arms, and danced in the air for a while, like a chimpanzee that had lost his mind, trying to tear everything in the air apart.

Zhuo Yifan was very terrifying when he saw that thing, he was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, and slipped down from the windowsill, his whole body was shaking like beads of cold sweat, secretly wondering if the old man was not a human being?

Suddenly, there was no sound in the room, and it was almost so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground, Zhuo Yifan raised his eyes instantly, and he was also very puzzled by this, it was so abnormal, and his curiosity prompted him to wait and see again.

Zhuo Yifan lay in front of the window and peeked slowly, but the place where the old man was standing was empty, he couldn't help frowning, shouldn't it, shouldn't it just disappear out of thin air!

He gritted his teeth, and even though his hands and feet were shaking, he decided to go inside and find out.

Along the eaves, Zhuo Yifan walked with a hunched cat, his head leaning forward like a giraffe with an extended neck, and he seemed very careful with every step.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the dark corner, and could only see the yellow light coming out of the red candlestick in the corner of the wall, faint and light, as if he had just seen the butt of a firefly in the grass shed.

Stepping into the threshold, a musty smell rushed to his face, and it was mixed with a little bit of corrosive stench, which was really unpleasant, and Zhuo Yifan had to cover the door to block the invasion of the smell.