"Ah~!! Wang Cheng, who asked you to come in?!" Qimeng shouted in fear when she saw me rushing in, and quickly got up and put on her pants.

Before I could explain to her, I picked her up and ran into the room desperately.

I ran and shouted to the people in the room:

"Open the door, open the door quickly, the rotten meat is coming!!"

After hearing my shouts, Yangwei opened the wooden door. After I hugged Qimeng and ran into the house, I quickly closed the door.

Uncle Zhou, who had just sat down, saw me running in panting with Qimeng in, hugging her, and hurriedly got up and asked:

"Wang Cheng, have you seen rotten meat?!" When he asked me this, his face was obviously surprised.

"I didn't see it, but I heard a buzzing sound. The group of rotten meat didn't leave at all and was waiting for us to go out." I carefully put Qi Meng on the ground. Now I think about it and my legs are a little scared. If I hadn't discovered it in time, once the group of rotten meat was blocked, Qi Meng and I wouldn't have come back.

After hearing what I said, Uncle Zhou touched the stubble on his chin and said in confusion:

"It shouldn't be. I've lived here for decades and often come into contact with those gangsters. I've already figured out their daily life. Logically speaking, at night, they all returned to their nests to rest, and I've never seen them come out to play at night."

After hearing what Mr. Zhou said, Taoist Yangwei hurriedly walked behind the wooden door and looked out through the crack of the door.

"Are there any bugs outside?" Guoan also came over.

They leaned behind the door and looked out for a long time. Taoist Yangwei then pulled his eyes back from the crack of the door:

"I didn't see it, probably I was hiding it?"

"I'll go out and have a look." Uncle Zhou said as he put on a straw hat on his head, picked up a string of garlic from the hook on the wall, hung it around his neck, raised his legs and hurriedly prepared to push the door out.

Seeing this, I hurriedly stepped forward and stopped him:

"Uncle Zhou, don't go out, what if that group of rotten meat is outside?"

Uncle Zhou smiled and raised the garlic on his neck to me:

"Did you see these garlic? Those people-eating meat danglings are most afraid of this smell! Don't worry, I have lived here for decades, and I know what to do. You can wait for me for a while and come back soon."

Uncle Zhou said, turned on the flashlight, opened the door and walked out.

After a while, Uncle Zhou came back. He closed the door, took off his straw hat and walked over to me and said:

"Wang Cheng, you must have heard it wrong just now. I turned around but didn't see the group of meat hangings. The group of things were very weird and would not come out at night." Uncle Zhou said, taking down the garlic on his neck and hanging it on the wall.

"That may be because I heard it wrong." I said and asked Qimeng again:

"When you were in the cottage just now, did you hear a buzzing sound?"

Qimeng shook her head:

"No."

"That must be because you heard it wrong. Brother Wang, when we get here, we still have to listen to professionals. After all, Uncle Zhou has been in contact with that group of rotten meat for decades, and he knows much more than us." Taoist Yangwei came over and said to everyone:

"Okay, I've been tired all day long. Let's have a meal first, otherwise the food will be cold later."

We sat together. After dinner and packed the dishes, Uncle Zhou was still worried. He took his garlic and flashlight out for a long time.

When he came back, he arranged a room for rest for the seven of us.

The ancient monument protection station itself is not big, and Uncle Zhou asked Taoist Yangwei and five others to squeeze into two rooms.

I arranged Qimeng and I to a room without any doubt.

"You two young couples should live in this house, Wang Cheng, look at your girlfriend. Although she is fine, she has a lot of injuries on her body. You should be careful." Uncle Zhou told me when he arranged a room for me and Qimeng.

"Uncle Zhou, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of her."

I walked into the house with Laohu and Qimeng. I felt embarrassed when I saw it. There was a wooden bed in the room and there was only a blanket on the bed. The most important thing was that the wooden bed was not a double person, and it was a bit narrow.

After seeing the wooden bed, Qimeng raised her head and looked at me, wanting to say something.

Before she could speak, I rushed forward and said:

"Sister Qimeng, let the tiger sleep with you on the bed, I will play the floor for one night." As I said, I put the backpack I carried with me on the table first.

I found the porcelain jar containing my sister's soul from my backpack and checked it carefully. After seeing that the porcelain jar was not damaged, I felt relieved.

Qimeng walked into the room and locked the door with her backhand. She looked at me and hesitated for a while, and said:

"Wang Cheng, you sleep on the ground cold at night. Or, you can squeeze into the same bed with me today."

"No, I'm used to hitting the floor. It's okay. It's hot now and it's not cold at night." I said that, but I couldn't wait to squeeze into the same bed with Qimeng to sleep.

But I was worried that I would be unhonest when I was sleeping, and if I accidentally encountered the wound on Qimeng's back, it would be troublesome.

Qi Meng couldn't persuade me, so she didn't say much. She found a blanket from her backpack and prepared to help me with the floor.

"Sister Qimeng, stop busy, go and rest. I will do this little thing myself." As I said, I took the blanket from Qimeng's hand. When I was laying the blanket on the ground, I raised my head and asked her:

"By the way, Sister Qimeng, does the wound on your back still hurt?"

Qimeng was stunned by my questioning, and then he touched her backhand gently before saying:

"If you don't ask me, I almost forgot it. It doesn't hurt at all. It's just a little itchy to touch now."

"It's good to have itchy, that's to prove that the wound is healing quickly. Can I see the wound on your back?" Although Qimeng looks fine now, I'm still a little worried.

"Yes." Qi Meng said, turning around and lifting her clothes. When I saw the wounds on Qi Meng's back, I was stunned.

Because I saw that the wounds had scarred and were about to heal.

This is a bit unreasonable. Even for a person with good physical fitness, the wound after the injury cannot be scarred in such a short time.

"Sister Qimeng, do you feel that your wound will recover much faster than others?" I asked.

Qimeng put down her clothes and thought about it for a while:

"It seems to be a little bit, but I didn't care much about this before. What's wrong with Wang Cheng?"

"All the wounds on your back have scarred." I said.

Hearing me say this, Qimeng touched it with her hands and said with a very calm and natural expression:

"Is this scar not good? What's the problem?"

"There must be something wrong. How can ordinary people get scars so quickly? You must be wrong with your body." After Qi Meng woke up by rotten meat, I found that her body was different from that of ordinary people.

"What's wrong?" Qi Meng asked with a pair of watery eyes staring at me.

"I want to know too..." Before I finished speaking, I suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing behind me, and then I heard a gloomy laugh that made me cold to my bone marrow:

"Gaga, Wang Cheng~ Chichi..." The sound of calling my name sounded very familiar to me, very well... It seems to be Wang Daming who died before!!
Chapter completed!