A Guest in a Ghost House

Chapter 66: Because it is a family 4

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Little Bell didn't urge me anymore, but I could still see the chill slowly gathering in her eyes, this ghost was getting a little impatient.

I didn't hesitate any longer, and didn't answer Little Bell's words, but asked a question instead.

"Little Bell, who is in your family?"

My tone was like a bored father teasing his child: Do you love father more or mother more. Although the answer is usually mother.

I was very worried that my rhetorical question would arouse little bell's fierceness, but no, after hearing my words, little bell didn't respond, not even that weird smile, as if the computer had crashed.

He could only hear him chanting non-stop: "Father, grandma, mother, grandpa." Every address was in a questioning tone, as if she was not sure about anything.

I didn't continue to stimulate her, just like him just now, waiting quietly, but my hand didn't stop, I kept touching the blood jade bracelet on my hand, the bracelet had been rubbed slightly hot, but there was no response, if Not that I've ever seen Little Bell and Lulu get into the bracelet, I would definitely think it was just a normal bracelet.

I don't know how long I stayed there, suddenly there was a crisp sound in the empty and quiet room, and at the same time, my hand was lightened, I looked down, and saw that the silver bracelet Su Qing gave me had decayed into a silver bracelet at some point. It was broken in half, and that crisp sound was exactly the sound of the silver bracelet falling to the ground.

I was very worried that this sound would wake up the little bell who had been muttering to himself. I slowly raised my head in fear, only to see that little bell was looking at me with such strange eyes.

My heart skipped a beat, but I saw Little Bell showing a smile, but that smile was very strange, it seemed that it was not she who was smiling, but someone pulling her face.

"Uncle, may I ask you a question?"

I nodded vigorously, as long as there is still a chance to procrastinate, I will not let it go.

"Uncle, should I call Dad Grandpa or Grandpa Dad?"

Even in such a terrifying atmosphere, I was still stunned by Little Bell's words. I couldn't answer this question like a brain teaser.

Little Bell waited for a while, saw that I hadn't spoken, and asked another question.

"Uncle, should I call Mommy Grandma or Grandma Mommy?"

I was still in a daze. I knew these two questions were very important, but I couldn't answer any of them.

Little Bell waited for a while, her face still had that troubled smile, but her eyes gradually turned cold. I knew that if I didn’t answer, she would definitely do something to me. For now, I can only answer casually. one.

"You can call your father your mother, your grandpa your grandma, your grandma your father, and your mother your grandpa."

I spoke at a very fast speed, like a tongue twister, to answer Little Bell's question, and my answer made Little Bell fall into the muttering just now.

"Father is mother, grandpa is grandpa, no, grandpa is grandma..."

I can already be sure that this ghost pretending to be Little Bell has a questionable IQ, as long as I can fool her, maybe I can really survive until dawn.

Just when I was praising my wit, Little Bell suddenly raised her head, and said to me in an unprecedented cold tone: "Father is not father, grandpa is not grandpa, grandma is not grandma, and mother is not mother. "

I laughed dryly, trying to ease the atmosphere between us and said, "That's right, that's what I meant."

Little Bell didn't think about it anymore, but kept repeating this sentence, and then the whole person seemed to fall into madness, roaring loudly, and in the roar of Little Bell, I seemed to hear countless voices.

"Mom is Grandma"

"Daddy is Grandpa"

Countless voices, very small, but for some reason, my head felt as if it was going to explode, and the flashlight fell to the ground. I covered my head in pain, knelt down on the ground, and tightly covered my ears with both hands. , But those voices seemed to ring in my mind, and I couldn't escape at all.

"What are you doing here?" There was a loud roar, and then several beams of strong light fell on my body, but the severe pain in my head hadn't dissipated, so I couldn't respond at all.

In the blur, my body was lifted up. Just when I thought I was doomed, I was carried to the street by several policemen who came in. The street lights had been turned off, and there were only a few police cars on the street with their headlights on. Provided light source.

I looked up weakly, and saw that apart from the police, there was an acquaintance at the scene, the funeral lunatic, and now the funeral lunatic was standing in front of an altar, nodding at me with a smile.

I stood up with the help of the policeman. The funeral lunatic ignored me, but took a pen soaked in red liquid and quickly wrote on a piece of talisman paper.

The police came and questioned me. I didn't tell what happened inside, but said that I was worried about my friend and came to look for it. After hearing what I was looking for, the police's attitude towards me improved a lot.

I asked aloud, and learned that these policemen accompanied the funeral maniac to do things, but such things cannot be spread, so I chose late at night. In fact, I also know that choosing late night should be the decision made by the funeral maniac, it's just me I didn't expect that the burial madman would have such a good relationship.

But it's normal, there is a real ability to bury a lunatic, not like the fake Taoist priest who went to the ghost building to do things last time.

The burial of the lunatic was finished very quickly. He walked to the front of the house, pasted the written talisman on the half-burned door frame, then said a few words to a person who was obviously the leader, and then walked towards me.

Pulling me to avoid the police, it seems that the police should all know the burial lunatic, or they got the order from above, and they didn't stop us.

The burial lunatic pulled me aside, and naturally asked about what happened inside. I didn't hide anything from him, and told him everything, including the origin of the little bell.

After all, I know from Goddess Yan that these real masters should all know the existence of the ghost tower. Sure enough, the lunatic Zan didn't express surprise at the existence of the ghost building. Instead, because I work in the ghost building, he looked at me more and praised me for finding a good job.

To be honest, if I hadn't recovered yet, I would definitely kick him twice, even if there are a lot of policemen around me.

The burial lunatic told me not to come to this house again, and he needs to look for some classics to see if there is any similar situation to what I said. To him, this is called knowing oneself and the enemy. To me, it is timid. Of course, I am also very timid now.

I don’t know why, but I concealed the matter of the book and the mirror when I told the lunatic, but I kept the book in my hand, and the lunatic didn’t seem to see it, even when I told the story, I still deliberately He unintentionally shook the book in front of his eyes, but he still didn't respond, as if the book didn't exist at all.

I understand that this is a big deal for me.