The aftershocks of the screams lasted for a long time, but there was still no movement outside. Just when Zhang Di was about to ask, a trembling sound suddenly came from behind: "Squeak." It was the back door slowly opening. The muscles on Zhang Di's face immediately twitched. As soon as Gu Xinghan heard this voice, he immediately jumped up from his chair, quickly picked up a yellow talisman and burned it in the air. He whispered: "They are coming, let's hide first." After saying that, he pulled it back. Zhang Di, who didn't understand why, hid behind the curtain. It was completely dark. In this mourning hall without any light, even the blades of grass and pieces of paper were soaked with fear. The back door was still shaking repeatedly, as if it was like returning to the 1920s and 1930s. During these days, the old mansion always had a strong smell of blood due to those invisible activities. Zhang Di thought, his body was shaking like chaff, but Lone Xinghan beside him had been paying attention to the movements outside, without any panic on his face. Originally, seeing ghosts was already a normal thing for him.
At this time, the low and continuous roar suddenly stopped, and then the door stopped shaking. The wind had escaped from the mourning hall at some point, and the air that was about to be rained suddenly became quiet, but instead it made people more frightened. People foretell the coming of death. Gu Xinghan's face changed slightly and said: "Eh? What's going on? Why is it like this?" As he said that, he pressed his hands on the ground and closed his eyes for a while, then raised his head and glared at Zhang Di and said: "You said , did you not tie the red thread on the back of the door?" Zhang Di was frightened and said truthfully: "I... I was afraid, so I didn't tie them all, but... But I did tie several of them, not even one. It's impossible to tie him up." Seeing that he couldn't speak straightly, Gu Xinghan knew it was not a lie. He snorted and continued to put his hand on the ground to investigate. After a while, he said: "Strange, if you are tied up with a red thread, why do I Wouldn't you feel any fluctuation? Logically speaking, the soul of the victim should tremble when it touches the red line. Didn't Dodo and the others come in through the back door? But why did the back door open again? "
Lone Xinghan was puzzled. He was about to suggest to Zhang Di that they go out together to see what was going on. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that the corner of the curtain he was hiding in was fluttering slightly. There was not a trace of wind in the mourning hall, even if there was The wind should also cause the entire curtain to flutter. It is impossible for only one corner to move while the other corners remain motionless, unless... Lone Xinghan approached Zhang Di alertly, quietly moved in front of him, and at the same time quietly stretched out his right hand, The curtain fluttering towards the corner slowly, slowly moved closer. The moment his hand was about to touch the curtain, the entire curtain was suddenly pulled off with a "swish" sound. Through the dim moonlight outside, one can clearly see a black shadow suspended high in the air, floating left and right very close at hand. From there, something kept falling and fell to the ground. On the board, there was a "hissing" sound and an unpleasant burning smell. Lone Xinghan raised his head with difficulty: "Dodo?" Zhang Zhenhong's face that had turned black and purple suddenly showed a twisted and ferocious smile. The sparse teeth were embedded in the white flesh of the teeth, and the skin was peeling everywhere. There is a different kind of terror under the background of the lips. There are no pupils in the eyes, only the discolored whites are still moving around flexibly. From his eyes and mouth, a liquid that was either corpse pus or blood was dripping continuously. The messy hair hung down, covering his bloody forehead.