"Anzi, you must take good care of the young owner, he is injured, and it is not light. Although the pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info have been bandaged and drunk, they must not be careless. The stove in the house can be a few more, make the room warmer, and don't let the young master get cold, which will aggravate the injury. Steward Mei instructed.

"Okay, Uncle Mei. Don't worry, I'm the best at taking care of the young master. Wu An replied.

Zhuo Yi listened to the conversation between the two and was silent.

It was already late when the various sects of the rivers and lakes left, and several people were busy for a while, so it was almost midnight, and everyone began to go back to their respective houses to rest.

Wu An kept adding charcoal to the stove in Zhuo Yifan's room, which could make the room warmer and increase Zhuo Yifan's body temperature. He boiled some boiling water again and fed Zhuo Yifan.

And Zhuo Yifan was still pale, trembling uncontrollably, and his teeth were rattling.

Wu An knew that Zhuo Yifan was bleeding too much, his body was too weak, and his spirit was in a semi-confused state, which was prone to hallucinations and nightmares.

Therefore, at this moment, he felt a little scared, afraid that Zhuo Yifan was possessed by the so-called ghost, and he was the only one in the room who was awake.

Listening to the wind outside, constantly blowing the doors and windows, the sound of rustling kept ringing.

Wu An was extremely scared at the moment, because he didn't have that kind of sound that made people goosebumps all over his body.

He saw that Zhuo Yifan kept shaking his body and trembling, so he lit another stove. However, it was expected that a stove would be built, so there was not as much charcoal in the house, and if you wanted to make a fire all night, you had to go out and get charcoal.

Wu An was extremely conflicted at this time. If you don't go out to get charcoal, then there will be no fire in the two stoves in the second half of the night, and the temperature will be very low at that time, Zhuo Yifan will definitely not be able to stand it, his body will be weaker, and his spirit will be more abnormal, in that case, he will very likely be possessed by the so-called ghosts, and he will definitely scare himself half to death at that time.

But if you go out to get charcoal, the outside is dark, and you are shuttling through so many corpses by yourself, and if you really encounter something, you will be scared half to death.

Wu An paced around the room, not knowing what to do for a while, and at this moment he understood what a dilemma was.

"Dad, don't go, where is your head?" Zhuo Yifan suddenly sat up and shouted.

Then his eyes opened slightly, and he looked at Wu An evilly, with an eerie smile on his face.

"Dad, I'm Fan'er, why don't you have your head?" Zhuo Yifan said to Wu An.

"Young master, are you alright, don't scare me. Wu An said tremblingly.

"Anzi, why are you blocking my father, he has no head, he is not as tall as you, you see that you are all blocking him, I can only see his feet!" Zhuo Yifan said with a gloomy smile.

Hearing this, Wu An only felt that his scalp was numb, and his hair couldn't help but stand up. He felt as if there was a person standing behind him, and the shadow was lying diagonally on the ground, not very long, and the shape looked a bit like Zhuo Song.

"Ahh

Wu An shouted, and hurriedly ran towards Zhuo Yifan's side, but his legs and feet were not at all obedient, he knocked over the stove, sparks shot out, and the clothes on his body were set on fire.

He was so frightened that he couldn't scream, only felt that someone was pinching his back, and it hurt so much that he was pinched. He kept patting his back with his hand to ease the pain.

But as soon as he touched his back, his hands were burned unbearably. He looked back, and the clothes on his back were on fire. He quickly took off his clothes and shivered there shirtless.

Soon, his clothes were burned clean.

"Ahh

The reason why I say this is because according to the custom of Liangcheng, only the dead or the dying would burn the clothes they were wearing.

But Wu An was still alive, but his clothes were strangely burned, so his heart was full of fear at this time, he felt that his head was heavy, as if he had been poured a large amount of lead, and his feet were soft, as if he was stepping on a thick ball of cotton wool.

Outside the house, the wind was still howling, mixed with the sound of rustling, as if something had landed, and like the sound of little ghosts floating around in a strange story.

Wu An and Zhuo Yifan have liked to listen to Steward Mei tell ghost stories since they were children, and now it seems that these scary things are waiting for him here. He looked back and saw no one where he had been standing, and there was no shadow on the ground.

But just now he clearly felt that someone was standing behind him, and the figure of the shadow on the ground was even more familiar.

At this time, the young master Zhuo Yifan was still sitting in a daze, his face was expressionless, and his face was pale. After a while, he leaned back again and collapsed on the bed.

Reflecting the light of the beating fire in the room, layers of yellow halos continued to diffuse, and in the only remaining stove, the bright red fire halo was mixed with a little blue light.

Wu An stared at everything in the room, feeling that countless eyes were staring at him. The opposite side, back, and sideways direction are all straight eyes. He was numb all over his body, and he could feel the goosebumps himself, because he felt that they were very high.

The bright red fire, the more it looked like blood on the ground, it was shiny red, and it smelled of blood. And the little blue light mixed with it is more like the countless pairs of dead eyes lying outside.

"It's cold, it's cold!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and Wu An was so frightened that he almost fell. The voice was so familiar that he had to look around vigilantly.

But I didn't see anyone, no, anything!

Wu An began to curl up in the corner, he didn't dare to stand in the empty place under him, leaning against the wall made him feel a little steady.

"It's so cold!"

The voice sounded again, Wu An's heart jumped to his throat, he leaned against the corner of the wall, and looked around the front again, but there was still no one.

Suddenly, his hair stood on end again, and his scalp tingled sharply, for he felt something as soft as a human body under the corner of the wall against which his back was leaning!

His calves could clearly feel its soft flesh!

Wu An's breathing began to become rapid, beads of sweat the size of beans continued to ooze from his forehead, and his face began to turn pale.

Wu An ran forward, then closed his eyes, fell to his knees with a thud, and kowtowed.

"Master, let me go! I know that I am also responsible for your death, I should not have suggested to you that the Blood Drinking Sword should be returned to the mountain villa, let alone advocate expanding the influence of the Blood Drinking Sword. I was wrong, you can spare me! I will take good care of the young master!"

Wu An said loudly while kowtowing, his eyes never dared to open, he knew that Zhuo Song's head was gone, and he didn't dare to look at it. (To be continued.) )