Listening to Wu An's panting narration, he dropped the chain at every critical moment, and Zhuo Yi looked a little unhappy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing that Zhuo Yi's face changed, Wu An spoke again: "Then, I saw the old man and the second master standing in front, constantly stretching out their hands to me!"

"Your nonsense! My father is covering it in the lobby, and my uncle is covering it in his study, how can he run there? Tell me, do they have heads?" said Zhuo Yi.

"There is no head, and the limbs are mutilated. Wu An whispered.

"How is that possible? This is too evil, don't tell me, the father and uncle you saw are terrible ghosts!" Zhuo Yi said angrily.

Seeing that Zhuo Yi was angry, Steward Mei hurriedly came out of the round.

"Don't be angry. Haven't we all heard that those old houses are very evil and can make people hallucinate. If what Yasuko said just now is true, then he is hallucinating. ”

Hearing Steward Mei defend himself, Wu An nodded gratefully, "What I said is indeed true!"

Hearing Steward Mei and Zhuo Yi say this, Zhuo Yi's angry expression changed slightly, and he no longer glared angrily.

"Is that really so evil?" Zhuo Yi wondered.

"I heard that the secret that a person hides in his heart and makes him feel like a burden will be revealed in that old house. Steward Mei stroked his beard and said.

"Oh. Zhuo Yi replied expressionlessly.

A long silence ensued.

After a long time, Steward Mei opened her mouth to break the silence.

"Yi'er, it's late, and tomorrow I have to clean up the yard and give the old lady their funeral. Let's all go to bed early. Anzi, you take good care of Fan'er and sleep well, some of you are busy. ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Yi and Wu An both nodded.

Then Steward Mei followed Zhuo Yi out of Zhuo Yifan's room, and Wu An cleaned up the ground, covered Zhuo Yifan with a quilt, closed the doors and windows, and then got into his own quilt.

It was late at night, with sleepiness, Zhuo Yi and Steward Mei quickly turned off the lights and lay down, while Wu An snored, he was really tired and scared, and his body was very tired.

The dark gray sky was still drifting with snowflakes, and the cold wind was blowing, lifting the snow on the ground and then blowing it down. The corpse, which was covered in snow, shook a little under the wind, and I don't know if it was the snow or the corpse moving.

The huge Zhuojian Villa seems to be very empty, and everything is silent. The few oil lamps on the eaves are glowing with a faint yellow light, the lamp oil is constantly falling, directly touching the bottom of the lamp, the wick is constantly scorched, and the scope and height of the light are constantly shrinking, so that people can understand what it means to run out of oil and dry the lamp.

In the forging pavilion, the busy scene at night in the past is gone, leaving only the remnants of the furnace fire drifting with green smoke, and even the half-finished sword product lying on the iron plate is lonely and sleepless.

On the gate of Zhuojian Villa, the tiger's ears and nose are swaying in the wind, rhythmically slapping the iron door, clanging, very rhythmic. The sound of the beat seems to be a lament for the loss of sorrow, sympathizing with the countless lonely souls and wild ghosts who died tragically.

Suddenly, there was a "creaking" sound in the courtyard again, as if it was a sharp blade stepping on the tip of the sleeping man's heart.

"Squeak ......"

It kept coming, but the sleepy ones were already asleep, and no one resonated with fear.

However, the creaking sound does not mean this, it is still ringing. After the sound, there were long marks in the snow, two big feet that were crooked.

The big footprints stayed in front of Zhuo Yifan's room for a moment, and then squeaked forward.

In a few moments, on the way to the old house of Zhuojian Villa, there were endless imprints, and the big feet came to the door of the old house.

The wind was still blowing, and the snow was still falling, falling on the man's body one by one. He didn't go in or dust off the snow, he just stood quietly.

Who is he?

Is it a human or a ghost?

Standing in front of the old house full of evil charm, what does he want to do?

Does he want to know about the old house, then he still doesn't go in, what is he hesitating about?

Since he is hesitating, then he knows the old house very well, otherwise, why hesitate, the ignorant are fearless.

He still stood at the door of the old house, motionless, let the wind and snow blow. A moment later, he was a snowman, but he still didn't move.

After a while, listening only to the sound of his fists clenched, he stepped away, and he could see that he had been fighting with himself all the time—the fear of the evil charm of the old house and the psychology of wanting to find out.

If he is afraid, why should he go to the bottom of it? Is he just interested in the old house full of mysterious powers? It's not that simple, is he looking for something, otherwise why would he risk not being able to get out of the old house to explore?

He gently pushed open the half-closed door, and slowly approached the main room of the old house. He walked slowly and lightly, and he didn't take anything that would shine brightly.

Maybe he's not human, he doesn't need something to illuminate, but something that's bright makes him afraid.

It's not impossible.

In the past, the old house was absolutely dark, but it was snowing heavily, and it fell on the ground with a thick layer, and it was very real when it fell on the eaves. These thick snows, in the night when they can't see their fingers, become a mirror, a mirror that can reflect light.

As a result, the dark old house was flooded with snow-white light, and although it was hazy and could not be seen clearly, it was already possible to see the direction and general outline.

Maybe it was because of the heavy snow that he took advantage of this opportunity to come in. Because the old house cannot see the light, otherwise there will be hallucinations, and in severe cases, they will not be able to get out of the hallucinations, so they will be delirious.

There are very few people who can get out, Wu An is one, and he escaped with a big life.

Did he go in when he saw that Wu An was able to escape? Is that the ghost thing who was hiding at the door of the old house just now and wanted to block Wu An?

I don't know.

Maybe he thought he was not as lucky as Wu An, so he set a more stringent condition for entering the old house, that is, he didn't bring a torch and went in in the dark.

Just when people were still wondering who he was and what he was going to do, he was already inside.

With the faint light reflected by the heavy snow, he looked around the old house, his steps did not move, but his upper body kept changing directions.

He looked around, then fixed his eyes on the portraits on the back wall. Because the light was so dim, he could only see a few people with weird smiles, and he couldn't see what they looked like.

He stared at the portrait motionless, and after a few moments, he swallowed his saliva, one hand trembling a little. Did he recognize those portraits that looked very similar to Zhuo Song and Zhuo Ran? He should know that that person was the ancestors of the Zhuo family, and of course they looked a little alike.