Of course I don’t believe Erliang will really kill people, but Xiaorui’s words reminded me of some things. The house I live in is only a few years after it was built. Erliang said it was too high, so he moved out and bought a new one after living alone for a while. He also borrowed a lot of money from his colleagues at that time. I said he had nothing to do to find him, but he just smiled and didn’t explain. Erliang didn’t plan to sell this old house, and kept it there until he saw that I had a conflict with my family, so he asked me to move in for me. But I didn’t know why he suddenly wanted to move back.

After hearing what I said, Xiaorui pondered for a moment: "Then you promise him, then leave a key by yourself, and sneak in in the middle of the night to see what he wanted to do."

"No!" I flatly rejected Xiaorui's proposal: "How can I do this to my friends?" After saying this, I suddenly thought of a question and looked at Xiaorui with my head in my eyes: "I found that you don't seem to be afraid at all."

Xiaorui smiled "hehe" and raised her chin: "That's right, I grew up reading horror novels. I want to see what ghosts look like most, and why would you be afraid of this little thing. Otherwise, you really think I'm looking for you to see you handsome, I just heard that you like to write ghost stories very much." When I said this, I looked at me and added: "I still can't write well."

My face was flushed and I smiled awkwardly, but this naughty and bold little girl was really likable. She saw me blushing and deliberately came up, lowered her voice and said, "How good are you reading? Isn't it a good novel if you process it?"

I was so moved by her words that I thought about it in my mind that it was indeed a rare and good subject, but I still shook my head: "Although I can use this as the material for novels, I don't need to deceive my friends."

Xiaorui gave me a blank look: "Stupid! No wonder I can't write a good novel. If I don't even feel stimulating, and I don't even feel terrified and afraid, do you think others will like it?"

I thought about it, and Xiaorui continued, "Then do you think this matter is exciting and interesting?"

I sighed and said, "You shouldn't be called Xiaorui, you should be called Grandma Lang."

Xiaorui smiled "haha" and touched my head: "Be good, scream again."

It is really strange between people. Some people cannot communicate and become friends all their lives together, while others can become close lovers in just a quick glance. I think Xiaorui and I are like this. It won’t take long to get acquainted us and we become very familiar with each other. I am full of confidence in my future.

Of course, I was still a little guilty about Erliang, so I sent him a text message saying that I could move out so that he would not have to take it too seriously. Erliang immediately came back with a text message and said "Thank you".

It was getting late, and although Xiaorui was not at all disgusted with me, I had no hope that she would stay here with me today. Xiaorui looked at her watch and said, "Little grandson, your grandmother will go back first."

I said I wanted to send her back, but Xiaorui shook her head repeatedly: "When I'm sure you can be my boyfriend, otherwise if I don't like you, you will be so annoyed that I don't go there to pester me every day when I know my residence."

After Xiaorui said this, I felt embarrassed to persevere, so I sent her to the door and said goodbye. Seeing her raising her hands and jumping down the stairs like a bird, I felt sweet in my heart.

As I guess she should have gone downstairs, I took out my cell phone and sent a text message: "How can I be your boyfriend."

Soon I came back: "Write a horror story that will impress me."

Xiaorui had already left, and I turned around and looked at the white wall behind me again. It was also looking at me quietly. I couldn't help but wonder: Could it be like that story, there was a dead person hidden in it? Of course, I don't believe Erliang would do such a thing, but he also bought this house, just like the commercial houses that many of us bought. No one knows what happened during the construction process, and whether it was a brick built inside.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt my pores were creepy. I hurriedly stopped myself and thoughts. I took a few hard shots on my face, took my phone and ran out in a hurry. Today I definitely didn’t dare to sleep here.

The next day I packed up my things and rushed to the public security bureau to send Erliang the key. Of course, I had already secretly made a new one. When I saw Erliang, he turned red and felt a little embarrassed. This made me feel even more guilty. After chatting for a few words, I found an excuse to leave first.

I originally wanted to invite Xiaorui to my house for dinner, but I wanted to call directly but I was afraid that I would be too abrupt, so I sent a text message, which is the best thing for the text message. If it really makes the other party unhappy, as long as the message content is not written, I can say that it was sent to the wrong partner. As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Xiaorui didn't reply to me. I don't know if she didn't hear it or had no good impression of me. Judging from her performance last night, she probably wouldn't have shot me now. As I thought about this, I took two bottles of wine and walked home.

My parents were of course very welcome to my return home. My mother asked quietly: "Have you contacted me?"

I nodded and my mother said happily: "What's the situation?"

I was afraid that my mother would not finish asking questions, so I hurriedly pushed her into the kitchen and said, "What else can I do if I just met me? Go and cook quickly, I'm starving to death."

My mother went to cook with a smile. I took out the painting from my bag, walked to my father, spread it out, and told him about the old house in the deep mountains. Of course, I hid those strange things and said that I accidentally discovered it in the old house.

When my father heard that I had discovered my ancestor's house, he was so excited that he immediately wanted to go over and take a look. After all, I persuaded me to persuade him, saying that the mountain road was difficult to walk, and my father had a car accident and was inconvenient to walk, so he could only wait until he had the chance to go. Then my father sat down and looked at the painting I took back.

My dad saw this painting as I imagined at the first glance. He shouted my mom over with a loud cry, and was amazed at the woman in the painting and Xiaorui so similar.

My father had a very high evaluation of this painting. Although he couldn't figure out why Haohao painted the woman's teeth in blood red, what I wanted to know from him was not this. I pointed to the two words "Is this person in our family tree?"

Although I have never read the genealogy, I know that there is usually a part of the genealogy called "family inheritance", which records the historical achievements of the characters in the clan. My father is the only one who has read the genealogy. I can't say how artistic the painting is, but I think people who can draw such a painting will definitely not be an unknown person in the clan. Of course, the premise is that this so-called "small person" is an ancestor of my family.

My father squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and said slowly: "It's too long since time has passed, and I don't remember it very clearly. Our ancestors have produced many officials, but they have never produced any painters."

My heart suddenly became cold. It seemed that there was no use of hope at all. I didn't know what the mysterious number asked me to go to the old house to see. Just when I was discouraged, my father said again: "It seems that there is a man who has not achieved any fame, but he has also left a record of him in the genealogy, and the text is very strange."

I immediately became interested and asked, "Why is it strange?"

My father said: "Generally, the 'family inheritance' is written in a third person, but the passage that records this ancestor actually seems to be written by him himself. The whole article is full of titles such as "Yu" and "Wu".

I still have this common sense. I know that such words usually do not appear in "family inheritance", unless it is "family inheritance", so I asked: "What exactly does that text mean?"

The father frowned and said, "I am old and can't recite the original text anymore. I only remember a general meaning. I said that I am talented and liked to read unofficial history and ghost novels. I have no intention of fame and fame, but I am not understood by most people. However, the last sentence he said is really similar to you. When you remind me, I really doubt whether you were the ancestor who was reborn."

I asked curiously: "What do you mean?"
Chapter completed!