It was still quiet in the house, and no one answered in the opposite corner. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But Wu An could clearly feel that Zhuo Song was looking at himself in that corner, and he really felt it.

"Master, just let Anzi go. I also wanted to give advice to Zhuo Jian Villa, and the starting point was also for the good of our Villa, I never thought that such a thing would happen!Also, in fact, this idea ......" Wu An continued.

But it was still quiet on the other side, and no one answered.

Time continues to flow quietly, the night is getting deeper and deeper, and there is too much midnight, revealing an indescribable mystery everywhere.

Seeing that no one answered, Wu An slowly tried to open his eyes, first opened one eye slightly, and the dark yellow firelight came into view, vaguely, he didn't see anyone on the other side, so he simply opened the other eye.

No one, no one, indeed.

"Ahh Wu An muttered to himself.

It can be seen that because of his advice to Zhuo Song, he asked for the blood-drinking sword from Mu Liangsheng's hands, and then instigated him to expand the influence of the blood-drinking sword, who knew that it caused a shocking bloody case in Zhuo Jian Villa.

So Wu An blamed himself for the bloody case, thinking that if he hadn't done it at the beginning, he might not have caused this kind of accident.

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

The voice sounded again, Wu An began to tremble again, and when he looked at it, Zhuo Yifan sat up with his eyes closed again.

"It's cold, it's cold!" he said again with his eyes closed.

Wu soothed the fluttering little heart, and it turned out that it was the young master who spoke. But his voice didn't sound like it used to be, what was going on?

Wu An was apprehensive again.

"Maybe I was stabbed with a knife by those people, drank some medicine, and saw the old lady being killed, and my throat was hoarse. Wu An self-analyzed.

"Young master, lie down, I'll go out and get another stove to come in." Wu An covered Zhuo Yifan's body with the futon and said.

He looked out at the pitch black, the cold wind still roaring, accompanied by the same rustling sound.

He now regretted sleeping alone in the young master's room, which should be next to Steward Mei and those family members. But now the room they slept in was so far away that they couldn't hear even the loud shouts.

Looking at Zhuo Yifan, who was constantly trembling on the bed, he couldn't bear not to go out to get the stove and charcoal.

Wu An wandered around the house for a while, and finally had to go out.

He lit a torch and opened the door with a flickering flame.

As soon as the door opened, a howling cold wind swept in, and he shivered a little cold. When I raised my eyes, I saw white goose feathers falling from the sky, one by one.

"Oh, it was snowing, and I said how could there be a rustling sound. Wu An's face turned warm and said.

"It looks like I'm really scaring myself. Wu An shook his head, but in that environment, it was not normal not to think nonsense.

He raised the torch higher, and the flames danced even more crookedly against the cold wind. He looked around, and everything was quiet except for the wind and snow. Not far from the wall, the corpses of several family members were covered with a thick layer of snow, but they could still make out the human form.

The human-shaped snow corpse seemed to squirm as the wind blew the snow, and the corpse sat up again as if the wind was blowing.

Wu An swallowed his saliva and looked over there for a while, not daring to move forward.

The place where Zhuo Jian Villa holds the stove and charcoal is far away from Zhuo Yifan's room, and there are a few dilapidated old houses on the way, which is a bit mad.

In the past, Wu An suggested to Zhuo Song that the old houses should be demolished and new houses built, after all, Zhuo Jian Villa was not short of money.

Zhuo Song didn't listen to his advice, because those old houses were all lived in by his ancestors, and he wanted to keep them as a souvenir.

So those old houses have been standing there, although the exterior walls have been renovated several times, but they are still the appearance of the old houses, revealing the passage of time everywhere, as well as the mystery that is difficult to tell.

When he was a child, he and Zhuo Yifan, as well as Zhuo Yi, had been to those old houses more than once, and clearly remembered that there were a lot of miscellaneous things, cobwebs everywhere, and a few dust-stained statues.

At that time, it was still novel to go in, and there was no discomfort. But as they got older, they didn't go to the old houses anymore, because they felt uncomfortable after entering, as if something had been staring at them.

Especially those statues, the eyes are carved very specially, the front is seen like a spring breeze smile, the side view is a fierce stare, and when you squint, it is an evil smile.

This strange phenomenon was discovered by Wu An, and he didn't dare to tell Zhuo Yi and Zhuo Yifan, who went in with him at that time. Looking at those strange images, Wu An just rubbed his hands in a daze and stared at them because of his young age.

This memory has always been with him in his childhood, and it is also a nightmare that cannot be left in his heart.

Therefore, Wu An has a special sense of fear for those old houses, and he tries to walk around them on weekdays. But now, the house where the charcoal and the stove were kept, right next to the old house, had to pass through them.

Although Wu An has just grown up, the shadow in his heart when he was a child is difficult to erase, even now when he walks to the old house during the day, his scalp is still numb, and his breathing is so rapid that he can't smooth it.

The night snow is still falling, the cold wind is still rustling, and the corpse is still lying still vividly.

Wu An swallowed his saliva and moved forward. He craned his neck, as if he wanted to walk and stop, and kept looking around.

The torch in his hand was swept by the cold wind, and it turned to the other side, as if it was about to be extinguished.

Wu An had no choice but to put the torch on his chest to reduce the invasion of the wind. As a result, his face was scorched by the dancing flames, and what was worse was that his eyes were constantly ghosted by the flames.

However, in this situation, he still has to move forward, because he does not dare to look back. He had heard before that if someone died somewhere, the location of the dead person was its dwelling. In the dark, it will come out and attack anything that encroaches on its territory. And this aggression is not only to stand in its position, but also to look at that position.

That is, you can't keep staring at where he was when he died!

Thinking of this, Wu An's scalp was numb again at the moment, because there were too many dead people in the courtyard, and in this dark night, he would always accidentally look at the location of one of the corpses, and it was even possible to get close to it.

What's even more terrifying is that in Zhuo Jian Villa, not everyone has a good relationship with him, he also has some people who don't have a good relationship, and there are a few contradictions that are quite deep.