creak... creak...

The sound of the door being gently brought on again and again seemed to be the door being blown by the wind.

Fang Zheng opened his eyes.

"Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou have been quiet at the door for too long?"

Fang Zheng calculated silently in his heart that he hadn't heard the two people's voices for almost ten seconds, which immediately aroused his alertness.

Now in this increasingly strange mountain village, any movement can affect the tense nerves.

Fang Zheng stood up.

With a serious expression, he pulled out the ghost-headed sword that had been hidden in the scabbard behind him, and the evil aura of one meter long rolled up like gray flames.

Screaking, Fang Zheng gently pushed open the bedroom door, and the outside of the bedroom was dark, as if Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou were reluctant to turn on the lights, and the whole house was dark and quiet.

Fang Zheng tried to press the consecration.

As a result, after several attempts, all the lights in the house seemed to have failed, and none of them lit up, Fang Zheng's breathing condensed.

He fell silently under his feet, held the ghost-headed knife in his hand, and began to approach the gate silently.

call.

A gust of wind flowed back into the house, and the door was creaking and creaking. The previous abnormal sound came from this. Unexpectedly, there was no figure of Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou at the door, only the outside was pitch black.

It seems that there is not even a hairy moon tonight. There is no inch of moonlight on the ground outside the house. There is only the quiet darkness of the five fingers.

There is not even the most common sounds of insects and birds in rural areas, and the barking of dogs.

Fang Zheng's eyes stayed at the door frame. At this time, there was nothing there. Fang Zheng clearly remembered it clearly that there should be a rooster hanging there by Aunt Zhou.

Because Fang saw an iron nail on the door frame to tie a rooster.

Fang Zheng's expression changed slightly. He immediately thought of the night when Widow Ma disappeared, and the rooster hanging on the door frame of her house disappeared inexplicably as today.

call.

Another cold night wind poured back into the house from the door. Fang Zheng held a ghost-headed knife in his hand and stood on the inside of the door motionless. He held his breath. He was listening to all the winds and movements around him, looking for the figures of Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou.

Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou disappeared for almost one minute, and their lives are in danger at any time.

The wind was very strong at night, making the black shadows of trees in the mountains sway, like heavy ghosts with teeth and claws. Under the quiet night, even the distant mountains, nearby trees, jungles, and houses seemed to be as sequential as black ghosts. This night was too quiet.

Crack... Suddenly, the sound of branches stomping on them was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

"who!"

Fang Zheng tightened his hand holding the hilt. Just at this moment, a figure ran by dozens of meters away and hid in the darkness.

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes. The other party was just a person, and he did not carry or hold other people in his hand. He did not rashly rush out of the house and chase the dangerous and unknown darkness.

The shocking experience at Li Peng's family made him cautious everywhere and dare not take a wrong step.

Whether it was his god who could hurt his resentment alone, he almost capsized in the gutter or this even more weird, large-scale ghosts hitting the wall, he was worried.

call.

The cold night wind poured back into the house again, as if it had rolled up like withered leaves in the house, and then blew towards the motionless door, standing in the corner, creaking...

The door was driven by the wind and was about to close, Fang Zheng raised his hand to press the door that was about to close. When he pushed the door open again, Fang Zheng's eyelids jumped heavily.

A woman was soaked all over, and she stood at the door at some point.

This is a deep eye socket, pale and blood-colored face. She was wearing a plain white dress, with long wet and knotted black hair spreading on her shoulders. At this moment, her whole body was wet, and water droplets were dripping down the corner of the skirt and quickly formed a pool of deep black water stains on the soil under her feet.

"May I ask, the rain has stopped. Have you ever seen my child..." The woman spoke, and the water droplets on her body were dripping down.

In fact, the village chief had already given an answer to the answer.

The village chief’s accurate answer was: “It may be heavy rain, and the child goes into the mountains to hide from the rain. You go into the mountains to look for it.”

The answer is wrong: "Not seen."

However, all this is based on the premise that the village chief did not deceive everyone...

But if it is not just a mudslide and landslide that is a ghost hitting the wall, but even the village chief is a part of a ghost hitting the wall, is this so-called accurate answer misleading?

Fang Zheng was not sure whether the village chief was real or not, and whether everything he saw in front of him was real. With so many unknown factors, Fang Zheng obviously would not believe the so-called correct answer 100%.

Fang Zheng suddenly thought of the urban legend about the Rift Girl.

"Am I beautiful?"

Beautiful answer: Out!!

The answer is not beautiful:Out!!

Anyway, as long as you answer the answer along the girl's brain, no matter what the answer is, you will have to die from front, back, left, left, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

"May I ask, the rain has stopped. Have you ever seen my child..."

The woman repeated it again.

Fang Zheng: "People can be as humble as dust, but they cannot be twisted like maggots."

"May I ask, the rain has stopped. Have you ever seen my child..." The woman repeated the third time, and her voice was so calm that it was lifeless and weird.

It seems that persuading ghosts to do good deeds is not effective, or is it too literary and ordinary people (ghosts) can't understand it?

Fang Zheng thought for a while and said, "The person who can open the soft corners of his heart is a good person, the person who can quickly open the soft corners of his heart is a good person, and the person who always opens the soft corners of his heart is a bad person. Who are you?"

"May I ask, the rain has stopped. Have you ever seen my child..." The woman repeated the fourth time, and water droplets were still dripping on her body.

It seems that the soul chicken soup and rhetorical questions are not working...

Fang Zheng: "Do you know that the sun we see is the sun eight minutes ago; the moon we see is the moon before 1.3 seconds; the building a mile away exists five microseconds ago; even if you are one meter away from me, I see you three nanoseconds ago. What we see is the past, and everything will pass."

"May I ask, the rain has stopped. Have you ever seen my child..." This is the fifth time the woman has repeated.

Fang Zheng's forehead hangs black lines.

He is hopeless.

In fact, you try to reason with a woman. The only reason in this world is that you can never tell a woman that you win, life philosophy.

Facing the empty eyes of the woman opposite, a cold sweat dripped from Fang Zheng's forehead.

I was searching quickly in my mind if there were any other answers.

Wait for accurate answers online.

But Fang Zheng was soon depressed to find that his brain cells were about to be squeezed out and no ink could be found in his stomach.

"May I ask, the rain has stopped. Have you ever seen my child..." For the sixth time, the woman looked at Fang Zheng and her voice sounded calmly again.
Chapter completed!