creak... creak...
The sound of the door being gently closed again and again seemed to be that the door was being blown by the wind.
Fang Zheng opened his eyes.
"Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou, have you been quiet at the door for too long?"
Fangzheng calculated silently in his heart, and he didn't hear their voices for almost ten seconds, which immediately aroused his vigilance.
Now in this increasingly weird mountain village, any slight disturbance can affect the tense nerves.
Fangzheng got up.
With a solemn face, he pulled out the ghost knife that had been hidden in the scabbard behind him, and a meter-long evil spirit billowed and burned like a gray flame.
Squeak, Fangzheng gently pushed open the bedroom door, it was dark outside the bedroom, it seemed that Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou were reluctant to turn on the lights, the whole room was dark and quiet.
Fangzheng tried to turn on the light.
As a result, after several attempts, all the lights in the room seemed to be out of order, none of the lights turned on, and Fangzheng took a breath.
He landed on the ground without a sound, and with the Ghost Head Knife in his hand, he began to approach the door without a sound.
call.
A gust of wind poured into the house, and the door was driven by the wind to creak, creaking lightly, which was the source of the previous abnormal noise. Unexpectedly, there were no figures of Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou at the door, only the darkness outside the door one slice.
There seems to be no moon tonight, and there is not an inch of moonlight on the ground outside the house, only the quiet darkness where you can't see your fingers.
Not even the sounds of insects and birds and dogs barking, which are the most common in the countryside.
Fangzheng's gaze stayed on the door frame. At this time, there was nothing there. Fangzheng clearly remembered that Aunt Zhou should have hung a rooster there.
Because Fang Zheng saw an iron nail on the door frame that was used to tie the rooster.
Fang's face changed slightly, and he immediately thought of the night that Widow Ma disappeared, and the rooster hanging on the door frame of her house disappeared inexplicably just like today.
call.
Another gust of cold night wind poured into the house from the door. Fangzheng was holding a ghost knife in his hand, and stood motionless inside the door, holding his breath. He was listening intently to all the wind and grass around him, looking for the figures of Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou.
Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou disappeared for almost a minute, and their lives were in danger at any time.
The wind at night was very strong, and the black shadows of the trees in the mountains were swaying, like ghosts with teeth and claws. Under the quiet night, even the distant mountains, nearby trees, jungles, and houses seemed to be all black ghostly, this night was too quiet.
Kacha...Suddenly, the sound of tree branches breaking, especially harsh in the quiet night.
"who!"
Fangzheng tightened his grip on the handle of the knife. At this moment, a figure hurried past tens of meters away, and immediately hid in the night again.
Fangzheng narrowed his eyes, the other party was just a person, he was not carrying or hugging other people, he did not rashly rush out of the house to chase the dangerous and unknown darkness.
The shocking experience at Li Peng's house made him cautious in every way, not daring to make a wrong step.
Whether it was just anger that could hurt his god, almost capsizing in the gutter; or this time, the weirder super-large-scale ghost hitting the wall, all made him scruples.
call.
The cold night wind poured into the house again, it seemed to curl up in the house like withered leaves, and then blew towards the door where Fang Zheng was standing motionless, creaking...
The door was blown by the wind and was about to close. Fangzheng raised his hand against the door that was about to close. When he pushed the door open again, Fangzheng's eyelids twitched heavily.
A figure of a wet woman stood at the door without knowing when.
This is a man with sunken eyes, pale and bloodless face, wearing a plain white dress, with wet and knotted long black hair hanging over his shoulders, his whole body is soaked at the moment, water drops are dripping down the skirt corners to the ground, very Soon a pool of deep black water stains formed on the soil under his feet.
"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child..." the woman asked, the water on her body was still dripping down.
In fact, regarding the answer, the village head had already given an answer.
The accurate answer given by the village head is: "Maybe it's raining heavily, and the child went to the mountain to hide from the rain. You go to the mountain to look for it."
The wrong answer is prompted: "I haven't seen it."
However, all of this is based on the premise that the village head did not deceive everyone...
But if not only the mudslides and landslides are ghosts hitting the wall, but even the village chief is part of the ghosts hitting the wall, then is this so-called accurate answer misleading
Fang Zheng wasn't sure if the village chief was real, the villagers were real, and everything he saw was real. With so many unknown factors, Fang Zheng obviously wouldn't be 100% sure of the so-called correct answer.
Fangzheng suddenly thought of the urban legend about the Gap Girl.
"Am I pretty?"
The answer is beautiful: Out! !
The answer is not pretty: Out! !
Anyway, as long as you follow the gap girl's brain to answer, no matter what the answer is, you will die from front to back, left, right, up and down...
"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child..."
The woman repeats again.
Fangzheng: "People can be as humble as dust, but they can't be twisted like maggots."
"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child..." The woman repeated for the third time, her voice was calm and lifeless and weird from beginning to end.
It seems that persuading ghosts to do good deeds doesn't work, or is it too literary and artistic, ordinary people (ghosts) can't understand
Fangzheng thought for a while, and said, "The one who can open the soft corners of his heart is a good person, the one who can quickly open the soft corners of his heart is a good person, and the one who keeps the soft corners in his heart open is a bad person. What kind of person are you?"
"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child..." The woman repeated for the fourth time, still dripping with drops of water.
It seems that chicken soup for the soul and rhetorical questions will not work...
Fangzheng: "Did you know that the sun we see is the sun eight minutes ago; the moon we see is the moon one point three seconds ago; the building one mile away is five microseconds ago ;Even if you are one meter away from me, what I see is you three nanoseconds ago. What we see is the past, and everything will pass.”
"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child..." The woman repeated for the fifth time.
Fangzheng had a black line hanging from his forehead.
There was no cure for him.
Actually trying to reason with a woman, the only reason in this world is that you can never reason with a woman, the philosophy of life.
Facing the empty gaze of the woman opposite, Fang Zheng's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
I was searching quickly in my mind for any other answers.
Waiting for an accurate answer online.
But Fangzheng soon found out in frustration that his brain cells were almost exhausted, and he could no longer find any ink in his stomach.
"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child..." For the sixth time, the woman looked at Fangzheng, and her voice sounded calmly again.
(end of this chapter)