Zhang Fan slept very sweetly this night, and slept until three o'clock in the morning, when Wang Hao came to call him to eat.

Zhang Fan got up from the bed, and when he got out of bed, Zhang Fan felt that there seemed to be something on his waist, and when he lifted his clothes, he saw that the cloth bag that disappeared last night was hanging on his belt at the moment.

Zhang Fan was taken aback, Zhang Fan remembered clearly, last night this cloth bag had been made disappear by the blood of his fingers, and now it was on himself again.

'Didn't anything happen last night, but I was dreaming' but Zhang Fan looked at the middle finger of his left hand, which was already scarred, proving that everything that happened last night was real.

Zhang Fan's scalp suddenly went numb, and he immediately had the urge to take off the cloth bag and throw it away, but Zhang Fan still held back.

After eating, Zhang Fan returned to the house, untied the cloth bag on his body and put it on the table, and looked at it carefully.

The blue-gray cloth bag is intact, with two thin white threads tied to the mouth of the bag, and the material of the bag is delicate and soft, just like the fabric of ordinary clothes, there is nothing unusual.

"Let me out" Just as Zhang Fan looked at the cloth bag in his hand, an extremely abrupt voice suddenly sounded in the room, and the voice was full of exhaustion and vicissitudes, as if it had been so long for thousands of years.

Zhang Fan, who was studying the cloth bag, was startled by the sudden sound in his ears, Zhang Fan glanced around, and it was clear that he was the only one in the room, but where did the sound come from.

When he looked at the room again and was sure that there was no one else in the room except himself, Zhang Fan looked at the cloth bag in his hand.

Could it be that this cloth bag is doing a ghost, thinking of what happened last night, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart.

Zhang Fan held his breath, looked at the cloth bag, and listened carefully.

But after listening to it for a long time, the voice just now seemed to disappear and never appeared again.

Did I hear it wrong, or... What kind of demons and demons are locked up here? Thinking of the nightmares he had in the past few nights, Zhang Fan couldn't help but think.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Fan still had an idea.

He found a pair of scissors and looked at the delicate cloth bag intact, although he felt that it was a pity to do so, Zhang Fan still decided to destroy it.

Although this cloth bag is beautiful, it is estimated that it is an ominous thing left by some dead people, and there are some unclean things in it, so I will have nightmares these few nights.

The scissors cut down on the cloth bag, Zhang Fan held the scissors with both hands and clamped them hard, but found that the scissors could not be cut at all, and there was not even a trace left on the cloth bag.

Well, Zhang Fan didn't expect such a result.

Zhang Fan couldn't believe it, pinched the soft cloth bag, and the sharp scissors didn't move, Zhang Fan really couldn't figure it out.

Immediately, Zhang Fan figured out the reason again. Yes, if it is an evil thing, how can it be so easily destroyed. ’

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan was ruthless in his heart, what's wrong with the evil thing, it's just a cloth bag, I don't believe it, I can't destroy you.

ran to the kitchen to find a fire fold, set up firewood in the kitchen, put the cloth bag on top of the firewood, and Zhang Fan used the fire fold to ignite the firewood.

The firewood burned fiercely, and after a while, all the firewood burned to ashes, but the cloth bag was still quietly placed there, and nothing changed.

Zhang Fan picked out the bag with a stick, and the cloth bag was still intact, and there was no change at all. It seems that the raging flames just now did not affect the cloth bag at all.

Zhang Fan was stunned, the scene in front of him was beyond Zhang Fan's understanding, and he picked up the cloth bag again, and Zhang Fan stood in place and pondered.

It seems that this cloth bag can't be destroyed, and since it can't be destroyed, let's put it back in its original place. ’

In Zhang Fan's heart, he had already identified the cloth bag as an evil thing left by some dead man, otherwise what kind of cloth bag would not be able to be cut with scissors, and the fire would not be able to burn.

For such an evil thing, Zhang Fan naturally wanted to throw it away and not take it with him anymore.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan ran outside the house, picked up two stones and put them in the cloth bag, and then tied the cloth bag with a thin white thread.

Coming to the small pool in the valley, Zhang Fan stood on the shore and carefully threw the cloth bag into it.

Throwing the cloth bag into the water, Zhang Fan muttered silently and reverently to the waterhole. "I'm sorry to disturb you last time, rest in peace. ”

Under the action of the stone, the cloth bag slowly sank, and after a while, it sank completely.

watched the cloth bag slowly sink, and finally disappeared completely, leaving a circle of ripples, which seemed to sink to the bottom of the water.

Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and clapped his hands. It's probably not going to come back now.

In the early morning of the next day, sparse light shone in through the window and cast onto Zhang Fan's small bed.

Zhang Fan rubbed his loose eyes, Zhang Fan yawned, he had a lot of nightmares a few nights ago, but he slept too comfortably, and now he still has a feeling of unfinished business.

After sitting up from the bed, Zhang Fan habitually touched his waist, but found that his waist seemed to be hanging something, Zhang Fan suddenly fell asleep, and before he had time to put on his pants, he jumped up from the bed and threw out the cloth bag hanging on his waist.

"It's coming back. ”

I obviously threw it into the pool yesterday, and watched it sink into the water with my own eyes, but now how can it appear on my body again.

"Could it be that I am haunted by ghosts?" Looking at the cloth bag in front of him, Zhang Fan thought in his heart.

Thinking of the terrible consequences of being haunted by ghosts as those old people in his hometown said before, Zhang Fan felt uncomfortable.

Whoever encounters such a thing, it is estimated that the mood is similar to Zhang Fan's.

Standing aside and looking at the cloth bag for a long time, he didn't see the reason, and finally Zhang Fan walked over boldly. I picked up the bag again, and the stone that I put in it last time was somehow gone, and the whole bag was empty.

Zhang Fan hesitated a little, this cloth bag is too evil, if you keep it, Zhang Fan is always worried about something unclean, throw it away, but this cloth bag will come back by itself.

This cloth bag can't be thrown away, and it can't be destroyed, Zhang Fan really doesn't know what to do.

Zhang Fan suddenly had an idea, remembering the kind of barrier like a light curtain in the master's room, this cloth bag also emitted light last time, I don't know what connection there is between the two, if the two collide, will this cloth bag be destroyed.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan once again came to Master Wang's door.

Zhang Fan came to the side of Master Wang's house, looked around, and when he was sure that there was no one around, he pointed the light gray cloth bag at the window, and prepared to throw this strange cloth bag into Master Wang's room.

However, Zhang Fan stopped again when he was about to throw it. What if the two explode in between. ’

Thinking of this terrible consequence, Zhang Fan didn't dare to throw it away.

For the sake of safety, Zhang Fan decided to test it with a stone first, Zhang Fan bent down to pick up a stone and threw it towards Master Wang's house.

The stone hit the window, and as Zhang Fan expected, the light curtain that bounced Zhang Fan away last time reappeared, and the stone flew to the light curtain, and then it was bounced back.

There shouldn't be any problem, Zhang Fan took a deep breath and threw the cloth bag out.

When the cloth bag passed through the window, the light curtain appeared again, and when the cloth bag touched the light curtain, the light curtain trembled slightly, and the strange thing was that this time the light curtain seemed to be invalid.

The light curtain outside Master Wang's room did not block the cloth bag, and Zhang Fan's cloth bag passed through the light curtain alive.

Zhang Fan watched the cloth bag fly in, but did not fly back again, first relieved, but then a little melancholy in his heart.

This cloth bag was brought out by Zhang Fan from Xiaotan, and subconsciously he already regarded it as his own. Now I suddenly throw it away, as if I have thrown away something I love, and my heart is empty.

'This kind of unclean thing, throw it away, what's the pity. Zhang Fan comforted himself in his heart.

Glancing at Master Wang's house, Zhang Fan finally turned around and left.

"Now, I'm afraid it will never come back."

Just as Zhang Fan finished saying this, the cloth bag actually flew out of the light curtain and flew in front of him again.

Looking at the cloth bag quietly suspended in front of him, Zhang Fan was dumbfounded, and grabbed the cloth bag in his hand, Zhang Fan was greatly surprised.

Zhang Fan now felt as if nothing could stop this cloth bag, and the light curtain in Master Wang's room was not good, and it was as if this cloth bag would appear immediately as soon as his mind moved.

'So, the bag will come back to me tomorrow morning?'

In order to verify the guess in his heart, Zhang Fan threw the cloth bag into the bushes on the edge of the valley, and Zhang Fan silently said 'come back' in his heart!

This time, the way the cloth bag appeared was even more peculiar, and it actually appeared on his waist silently, and the guess was confirmed, and Zhang Fan was happy

Although this cloth bag seems to have no other function except for being able to appear as you want according to your own ideas, Zhang Fan is still secretly happy in his heart.

Since this cloth bag can't be thrown away now, let it hang on your body, but what if you have nightmares again at night.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Fan didn't come up with any way, but in the end, Zhang Fan hesitated for a while and tied the cloth bag around his waist.

The strange thing is that Zhang Fan has never had nightmares since then.

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