The light was neither big nor small, and it remained within the range of vision, and after walking for more than an hour, I walked to the light, and found that it was a dead wind lamp made of animal skin, hanging on a big tree in front of a yard.

By the moonlight, I found that this was a village, but now it was also midnight, except for the dim light in the courtyard in front of me, the houses everywhere had already blown their lights and rested, silently disappearing in all corners, only revealing a faint outline.

There were five or six people waiting in front of the courtyard, and when they saw the middle-aged man who took the lead, they nodded and said, "Steward Du, why did you come here in person?"

Steward Du snorted coldly: "A few days ago, there was such a big mistake, this time, I won't come, can you rest assured? Keep an eye on me, don't make a leak, after the last batch of goods is delivered here, all the goods will be transferred away, this place is not a good place to store goods, if it is found by someone with a heart, it will be troublesome." ”

The voices of a few people were not loud, but they were not small, and they didn't think to cover it up at all, but for these coolies, just like Uncle Chen said, they only came here with strength, no matter what unsightly things you have, no matter if your goods are black and white, as long as you don't kill people and set fires, as long as the money is rich enough, you can turn a blind eye and do any work.

In this troubled world, the rich do not cultivate moral discipline, and can they still ask the poor to abide by morality?

The hardships of life have long numbed these coolies, and the greatest wish of the poor is to have endless work to ensure that their families and themselves are not starved to death, and even if they hear the conversation between the steward and the servants, no one makes a sound, and stands quietly and waits.

One of the servants shouted and said that there was boiled millet porridge in the courtyard, and everyone went in first to eat to warm their bodies before they began to work.

At this time, the crowd, which was originally as quiet as stagnant water, finally had a ripple, and the coolies began to move around, and there were some whispers, talking about the generosity of the master's family, of course, not urging the work immediately, but also preparing for supper.

Xu Qingfeng also followed the coolies into the courtyard, and after all the coolies entered the courtyard, the door was locked from the outside.

Everyone was alarmed and began to be agitated, but another servant shouted outside: "Wait a minute, the porridge will be boiled immediately, this wilderness is not safe, there are often fierce beasts breaking in, the courtyard is locked first, and then the door will be opened when you leave." ”

The coolies quieted down again, and they were in groups of three or five looking for places and acquaintances to get together, Xu Qingfeng was next to Uncle Chen, looking around, and did not find the goods to be carried, and of course did not find the porridge being boiled.

The courtyard was barren and desolate, full of fallen leaves, as if it had been uninhabited for a long time, and by the moonlight that loomed in the dark clouds in the sky, you could occasionally vaguely see that the doors and windows of the mansions in the distance were closed, and there was not a trace of light coming through.

In the huge courtyard, there is only a dead wind lamp hanging in the distance, swaying and fluctuating with the wind, and the miserable and dim light makes the surrounding darkness appear more empty and desolate.

Occasionally, the rattle of doors and windows when they open and close in the depths of the darkness, every sound sends chills down people's backs and cold sweat all over their bodies.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, circling around the yard, making a whimpering sound, the only air dead wind lamp, which was originally uncertain, was blown by the wind, and was extinguished instantly, and the moonlight in the sky also hid in the dark clouds, plunging the whole yard into darkness.

A woman's voice came, either murmuring, or chuckling, or rambling, the voice seemed to be in the ear, and it seemed to be in the distance, extremely ethereal, looming.

"There's a ghost!"

I don't know who screamed.

The coolies who were originally scattered everywhere were all trembling and quickly gathered together, and Xu Qingfeng, who was sandwiched in the middle, pulled Uncle Chen beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Chen, is there really a ghost?"

Although Xu Qingfeng can kill tigers and dragons, and has also killed people, he has heard a lot of such stories about ghosts and monsters since he was a child, all of which are creepy and fearful, and now he suddenly heard a ghost, and he only felt that his legs trembled and his heart beat faster.

Uncle Chen sighed and said, "I'm afraid we've entered the ghost house, and now we have to leave here quickly......"

Before he finished speaking, the rooms in those mansions were lit up one after another, and then the whole courtyard was suddenly covered with bright lanterns, making the whole courtyard as bright as day.

A stage, without warning, appeared in the middle of the courtyard, on the stage a woman in red dress is twisting in various postures, beating a cowhide drum, the stage is full of large and small male and female spectators, all brightly dressed, watching attentively, there are constantly servants shuttling in the crowd, adding water and pouring tea for the spectators.

The young coolie could no longer bear this strange scene, screamed strangely, rushed out of the crowd, and wanted to escape from the place, but as soon as he took a step, he found that the spectators under the stage all turned their heads and stared at him with strange smiles.

Later, a beautiful young lady got up and left her seat, her feet did not touch the ground, and floated lightly in front of the young coolie, stretched out her hand, and said, "This big brother, come! ”

Before the young coolie could move, the young lady's hand took his hand, and with a slight pull, a shadow exactly the same as the young coolie's eyebrows and eyes was pulled out of the young coolie's body, and then held hands with the young lady's hand, floated to the stage of the stage, sat next to each other, and began to watch the play.

The body of the young coolie who remained in place was bleeding from all his orifices, and he fell to the ground on his back without any movement.

"His soul has been hooked away, run......"

Rumble!

The crowd was in chaos and dispersed, making all kinds of strange noises, rushing to the gate of the courtyard.

Xu Qingfeng also ran to the courtyard gate, but he felt as if something heavy was dragging him, making him very difficult.

When he turned his head, he suddenly felt a cool air rushing from his tail to the top of his head, and his hair was blown up to the ground.

A child about five or six years old, with a pale complexion, black circles, blood marks at the corners of his eyes, and a ghostly body came to him at some point, his hands clutching the corners of his clothes behind him, and he was looking at him with innocent eyes wide as he wanted to escape.

At this time, I saw Xu Qingfeng turn his head to look at him, showed a weird smile, and said, "Little brother, why are you running?

"Hell!"

Xu Qingfeng screamed, overshadowing all the sounds, and then punched the ghost kid without thinking.

The fist went straight through the ghost child's body, as if through air, and there was nothing in front of it.

The ghost child penetrated Xu Qingfeng's arm, still with innocent eyes, and asked, "Little brother, why are you beating me?

Xu Qingfeng withdrew his arm, he was about to cry, and said in a low voice: "Brother doesn't like to watch dramas, you can watch it yourself, okay?"

"Little brother lied, you stood here just now, you watched it for so long, and said that you don't like to watch the show. The ghost child said as he pulled Xu Qingfeng's hand.

How could Xu Qingfeng let him grab his hand, while shaking his clothes, he ran hard to the gate of the courtyard, and when he was about to reach the gate of the courtyard, he found that it was already crowded together, and everyone wanted to run out of the courtyard, but the gate of the courtyard was locked on the outside, and it could not be opened at all.

"Let's go, let's go. Xu Qingfeng shouted from afar, but no one paid attention to him, they all crowded in front of the courtyard gate, smashing the courtyard gate loudly, wanting to smash the courtyard gate and run out.

Knock knock!

The drums on the stage suddenly became urgent, like a violent storm, inseparable.

Boom!

The sound of hitting the courtyard gate also accelerated suddenly, like ten thousand horses galloping and marching to the earth.

The sound of doors, drums, and sounds hit the atrium and breathtaking.

People kept losing their minds, leaving the courtyard gate by themselves and walking to the stage.

Those who watched the play, every time they saw someone coming, enthusiastically stretched out their hands, held the newcomer's hand tightly, and took their soul away from their bodies.

Xu Qingfeng saw that he couldn't run out of the yard, so he decisively changed direction and ran around the yard.

Walk through flowers, around rockeries, jump over pools, and even rush onto the stage, rush under the stage, jump up and down, and shuttle back and forth.

Acting is still acting, watching the play is still watching the play, and the ghost child is still hanging behind Xu Qingfeng, like a kite floating behind.

Xu Qingfeng stopped and cried, "Why do you have to follow me? I beg you, don't follow me, okay?"

The ghost child pouted and said, "Little brother smells good, I like you." ”

Xu Qingfeng wailed: "I'm not a millet bun, nor is it a barbecue, where does it smell good!"

The ghost child's hand took the opportunity to grab Xu Qingfeng's hand, Xu Qingfeng felt his mind in a trance, as if something was about to be separated from his body, but it stabilized in a moment, and a cold flowed out of his arm.

The ghost child who was pulling Xu Qingfeng in front of him was covered by a silver-white light, and his ghostly body began to return to normal, and then turned into stars, gathering into a white figure in mid-air, smiling innocently at Xu Qingfeng, and then rose and disappeared into the sky.

Boom!

The drums on the stage stopped abruptly.

The woman in the costume looked up at the ghost child who rose into the air, and the crowd watching the play also looked up at the sky, and then looked at Xu Qingfeng in unison.

"Ahh

Xu Qingfeng's scalp exploded, he screamed, turned his head and ran, but it was too late, the woman in the power suit on the stage had already flown to this side, and the people who were originally watching the play under the stage all got up and floated to this side, stretching out their straight hands one by one, wanting to catch Xu Qingfeng.

Originally, the gate was crowded with people, and they couldn't get in at all, but now when they saw Xu Qingfeng running, everyone automatically retreated, for fear that they would get caught in the ghosts behind him and hook their souls away.

Boom!

The gate of the courtyard was smashed into pieces, Xu Qingfeng rushed out without looking back, and plunged into the darkness outside, and a group of ghosts also came out from the gate that crashed open, followed closely behind Xu Qingfeng, and disappeared into the vast night.