"Let's live next door to them!" Xie Bangui pointed to the room next to him.

Although Fatty Gao's face turned a little pale, he still thanked Bangui for his orders and robbed the house next door. In fact, their room was not very good. As soon as they opened the door, they were facing the tomb. The stove and bedroom were still connected together.

There are no partitions. Especially, the stove pit is facing the window, which is a taboo in Feng Shui.

However, Xie Bangui didn't care about this. After entering the house, he directly pressed his hands on the wall, put his ears against the wall, and slid carefully.

Fatty Gao once mentioned in the paper that the skill Xie Bangui is currently using is called "Ghost Listening to the Wall", which means that he sticks to the wall silently like a ghost and listens to what's going on in the room without anyone noticing.

movement.

Fatty Gao saw that Xie Bangui's ears had been moving on the wall for a long time without stopping, so he couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Brother, did you hear something?"

"No!" Xie Bangui frowned and shook his head slightly.

There is a passage several feet wide between the house where the Wang family lives and the wall Xie Bangui is leaning against. Logically speaking, it is impossible for Xie Bangui to be unable to hear anything. But he seems to be deaf.

I can't feel the slightest sound either.

At this time, a human-shaped black figure was squatting sideways on the outer wall. His body and the outer wall had formed a right angle, but he would not fall down. He pressed the back of his right hand with his left hand and tightly covered his buttocks.

The place where the ghost's ears were. Wherever Xie Bangui moved in the room, his hand would cover it, blocking Xie Bangui's hearing.

In the room, Xie Bangui motioned to Fatty Gao to stretch out his hand, and he gently wrote on the wall with his fingers in Fatty's hand: "Go out and take a look at the outer wall."

The fat man understood the idea and ducked against the door. He rushed out of the house with lightning speed and rushed towards the outer wall. When he arrived, although the outer wall had become empty, there were still two people left who were too shallow.

No matter how shallow the footprints were, if the tall fat man hadn't had good eyesight, he would have almost ignored them.

The fat man sneered twice and turned back to the room: "Brother, it's really..."

"Shh!" Xie Bangui sat down and made a silent gesture. He had already heard the movement in the next room.

Judging from the sound, the five people in the next room were gathered around the table, and no one dared to sleep. Finally, one of them said, "Brother Zhou, why do you think I have to go to such a horrible place?"

People all over the street behave like neither humans nor ghosts..."

Brother Zhou shouted impatiently: "Stop talking, you're not afraid, are you?"

"If I don't say it, that's it. If I don't say it, that's it..."

The man was silent, but Brother Zhou spread his anger on the two children who were so frightened that they cried: "Have you two cried enough? You are crying like a mourner. Who are you crying for?"

The older children, seeing Brother Zhou getting angry, were too frightened to cry any more. Not only did the little book boy not stop, but he also looked at Brother Zhou's back while crying. Brother Zhou's heart went crazy when he saw it: "What are you looking at?"

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"No... I didn't see... No, I didn't see anything." Only she could see in the whole room, a woman with disheveled hair, squatting on Brother Zhou's shoulder like a bird. Looking down at herself, she put her index finger

He moved close to his pale and blue lips and made a "shush" sound.

"Cry... cry in my inner room." The irritated Brother Zhou couldn't help but grab the little book boy's hand, drag her into the inner room, and close the door with a bang.

"Master Zhou, let me out, I will never cry again!..."

After a while, the little book boy's pleading turned into a frantic scream: "Help! There is someone in the house——, ah——, Mr. Zhou, save me, save me——, let me out, someone is arresting me

--,ah--"

Someone bravely said: "Brother Zhou, how about we let her out? Don't be frightened."

"What a fart!" Brother Zhou yelled angrily: "Didn't you hear that she was seeking death in the house? There was someone in the house..."

The older child turned blue with fright and stammered: "Zhou Zhou... Master... Master..., that door... that door... there was none when we came in."

Brother Zhou was startled, and then he remembered that when they first entered, there were only three walls in this room except the door and two windows. Where did the inner room come from? The little book boy was stuffed in just now...

Brother Zhou swallowed his saliva, turned around with stiff eyes, and shouted to the silent door: "Mo'er, Mo'er, how are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" The bookboy's voice came from under the door. His voice became extremely cold and low, like a woman with a sharp voice speaking: "Mr. Zhou, you have to be careful. There is someone outside who is not a human being."

"What!" Not only Brother Zhou was so frightened that his hair stood on end, but the other three people also jumped up.

"Puff, puff." Two of the five oil lamps in the room were extinguished at the same time. One of them belonged to the scholar Mo'er. Whose was the other one?

Brother Zhou pointed at the extinguished lamp and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Whose lamp is that?"

"I don't know... don't look at me..." Another book boy was so frightened that he cried again: "My lamp is not placed with Mo'er."

Brother Zhou was relatively calm: "Everyone has taken the lamp, let's use it to shine a shadow. Whoever has no shadow is a ghost."

Four people gathered around the oil lamp facing each other, and shadows appeared on the wall behind them.

"Ah——, Mr. Zhou..."

The two people opposite Brother Zhou were so frightened that they ran away. Not only did they see Brother Zhou's shadow, but they also saw a figure squatting on his shoulders. At that time, they were so frightened that they rushed out of the house without caring.

Sweat broke out on Brother Zhou's forehead. He was sure that he was not dead, but why did those two people run away? Did he really have no shadow? Brother Zhou held the lamp in front of the last person with shaking hands: "

Brother, please help me see if I have any shadow? You, you..."

Only then did he see clearly that the wall behind the man was empty.

The man chuckled and said, "I don't have a shadow, right? In fact, I just watched it myself. There's nothing to be afraid of. I just feel a little cold. It's not like you haven't had a cold war before."

"Don't... don't come here..." Brother Zhou turned around suddenly and rushed towards the inner door in a hurry. As soon as he pressed the door handle, he saw Mo'er's hand stretched out from the crack of the door, with him on her wrist.

The red rope that had been tied up pointed at himself: "Master Zhou, come here, come here..."

"No...no..."

Master Zhou took two steps back, and suddenly felt his eyes darken, as if someone had covered his eyes with his hand, but the fingertips were hooked on his chin, and the hand came from above his head...

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Next, there was no sound in the room anymore. Xie Bangui took a deep breath and said, "I guess I heard some clues. The extra door in the room cannot be opened."
Chapter completed!