This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

Chapter 61: Zhou Jin (3)

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In a dark room, a small warm hand touched Zong Yuan's hand.

Zong Yuan pulled Zhou Ning to sit down, and tapped the table with his right hand.

The girl who greeted Zhou Ning silently outside suddenly ran outside like crazy, screaming tremblingly, "Come, come! The ghost is coming..."

"Master!"

The faces of the people brought by Zong Yuan changed, and they were about to rush into the room. Zong Yuan raised his voice to stop them, "I'm fine, you can wait outside with peace of mind!"

Of course he heard the shout of the girl outside the door, ghost? Shit.

Thought he hadn't seen any horror movies? He only believes that all the strangeness is man-made.

"elder brother."

The immature child's voice sounded, and Zong Yuan was surprised, "Zhou Ning, have you spoken?" He wanted to pinch Zhou Ning's little face, but his raised hand was pressed down by a cold breath, and a biting chill surrounded him. Around him, Zong Yuan suddenly found himself unable to move!

The cold on the back is getting closer and closer, and the wet and cold breath will bring pain, Zong Yuan endured the sweat on his forehead, "Damn it..."

His fingers gradually moved, and Zong Yuan had an inexplicable feeling that there was a person lying on his back. This "person" was tightly attached to his back, and his hands were stretched out from his ears to press his hands.

The more he thought about it, the more real it became, Zong Yuan's hands became stronger and stronger, and finally broke through the unnecessary confinement. He quickly got up, but in the next second he fell back as if he was carrying a heavy stone.

He didn't fall on the hard ground, but seemed to have fallen into a deep and icy pool. At the last second before losing consciousness, Zong Yuan raised his middle finger, wow, you wait for me!

Zhou Ning shouted in dissatisfaction, "Brother!"

"Why is the young master still awake?"

"Too tired."

"I've been asleep since last night."

"Let's go, let's take Master Ning to eat in the yard, so as not to wake him up."

Zong Yuan's mind was already clear, he could hear these words clearly, he wanted to say, "Why are you tired, it's clearly caused by dirty things!" However, he couldn't open his eyes and couldn't speak.

Zong Yuan thought about the previous events in his heart. He still remembered Zhou Ning's "Brother" and he also knew who he was calling. The third young master of the Zhou family who died seemed to be Zhou Jin.

As soon as the name came to mind, his body relaxed. Zong Yuan turned over and sat up, and saw the ordinary roof.

He is still in Zhou Ning's small courtyard.

He didn't even think about running, so he continued to sit lazily, thinking in his heart, how did Zhou Jin die this time? What is the secret of the Zhou Mansion this time? I have to give that ghost a good look last night.

He was thinking miscellaneously, but Ah Wu suddenly rushed over from outside, saw him awake, heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said: "Master, Mrs. Wang is dead!"

After Mrs. Wang left the hall tonight, she returned to her courtyard. As soon as she stepped into her room, she was greeted by waves of dull heat.

Staying in such a room is really stuffy and suffocating, but Mrs. Wang only feels really comfortable and satisfied.

Only one heat-resistant Amei was left in the house to burn charcoal, and Mrs. Wang lay on the bed, covered with several quilts to rest.

Every time Amei turns her eyes to her, she will feel an inexplicable fear. In this weather, burning charcoal and covering the quilt is so weird that people have to think about it. Amei dare not think about it anymore, and concentrates on burning the charcoal.

After a while, when Amei couldn't bear it anymore and felt out of breath, Mrs. Wang suddenly woke up from her dream. She touched her thumping chest and said to Amei with an ugly face: "Go and serve me a bowl." Let's go for lotus seed porridge."

Amei went happily.

When Amei came back, she saw Mrs. Wang's face buried in the small washbasin, drowned alive.

"… what!!!"

This incident was really horrifying. Mrs. Wang escaped the washbasin last time, but she still couldn't escape the fate of being drowned.

A washbasin! That's a washbasin!

Zhou Taixing stood outside Mrs. Wang's room, his face was ugly, Zhou You standing next to him was crying loudly.

"This matter has to be kept secret," Zhou Taixing ordered after a long time with a sullen face, "Do you want everyone to know that something strange happened in my Zhou Mansion, huh? It caused even the eldest wife of my family to die?!"

"Father, I know," Zhou You said while crying, with unconcealed fear still on his face, "but what should I do! The next one will die..."

Zhou Taixing interrupted him, making up his mind, "Isn't the young master of the Zong family in our mansion! You and Zhou Fang go to beg him, the son of a great family must know a lot of strange talents! The way must be wider than ours! Please! You have to keep him no matter what!"

"Father!" Zhou Fang, who was silent beside him, was surprised, "That's the Zong family..."

"Then you have to keep it for me!" Zhou Taixing slammed his cane fiercely, "When the mother of the family dies, no one can leave!"

He calmed down for a long time, and said again: "You all, be more polite to me! Understand it with reason and move it with emotion, do you know?"

Zhou Xin trembled in his heart, "I see, Dad."

Zong Yuan walked out while listening to Ah Wu's description, "Are you sure it's not artificial?"

"Where is it man-made!" Ah Wu was gesticulating with excited hands, "Mrs. Wang has no trace of struggle, but she was drowned by that little water! Young master, do you think there is something dirty in this Zhou mansion?" something?"

Zong Yuan nodded seriously, "Yes, your young master met you last night."

Ah Wu had a look of disbelief, "Master, at what time are you still making fun of me?"

Zong Yuan didn't want to pay attention to this idiot, and ate on the table in the courtyard after washing. Zhou Ning was already full, squatting beside him and staring at him.

Zong Yuan, "Zhou Ning, let me ask you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Ning ran into the room again, holding the spirit card he saw yesterday in his arms, and walked straight to the bottom of the tree in a daze, glanced at the soil under the tree, and then at Zong Yuan.

After seeing clearly what he was holding in his arms, the faces of A Wu and A Yu turned pale.

The weather was not cold, but several people still felt chilly all over.

Where did this thing come from!

Still in a child's room!

Zong Yuan, who was eating, felt a little pain in his teeth, "Zhou Ning, is there something under the tree?"

He took a look at this big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, it was very verdant, it was a big locust tree, locust tree is a ghost in the tree, it has a strong yin energy and attracts ghosts.

Zong Yuan, "... you are an artificial intelligence, are you telling me that the locust tree recruits ghosts?"

0046 is talking about various functions of the locust tree in his mind.

Zhou Ning squatted on the ground without saying a word, and nodded to Zong Yuan after a long time.

Ayu leaned over to Zong Yuan and whispered, "Young master, I have inquired about it. Master Zhou Ning and the third master of the Zhou family are siblings from the same mother, and they are both the biological children of the third concubine, but the third concubine was once accused of adultery with outsiders. Although it was later found out that it was slander, at that time Master Zhou was already disliked by Master Zhou Ning, and even doubted Master Zhou's life experience."

Zong Yuan stared at Zhou Ning's movements, "Then did you find out how Zhou Jin died?"

Ayu shook his head.

Zhou Ning inserted the spirit card under the root of the tree, and started digging the soil with his small hands.

Zong Yuan stood up and walked to his side, deliberately avoiding the piece of land and looking into Zhou Ning's hands.

His weak and tender palms were covered with mud, and he dug a small hole in the ground. Zhou Ning slowly filled the small hole he dug.

Zong Yuan stood firmly, looked at the locust tree, and asked calmly: "A Ning, how did your brother die?"

Zhou Ning glanced at him, apparently not understanding what he meant.

"He was killed, right?" Zong Yuan touched his chin, not caring at all if he poked someone's sore foot.

Suddenly, there was a gloomy coldness behind him, something slowly supported his neck, Zong Yuan's eyebrows twitched, and he turned around instantly to be vigilant.

There was nothing, Zong Yuan observed the movement around him, but he was pushed hard from the front, and hit the big locust tree behind him.

"damn it… "

here we go again.

The people around him seemed to be in two spaces with him. Zong Yuan was in total darkness, and he couldn't hear the slightest movement. In such a large space, it seemed that only the big locust tree existed behind him.

Zong Yuan's hand was firmly nailed to the tree, and there seemed to be tens of thousands of fine needles piercing into the bone at the wrist, which was a bone-piercing coldness.

He couldn't move, couldn't see, but still sneered, "Which ghost is so afraid to see people?"

Ruoyouwu's voice rang in his ears, and the coldness he had just experienced came up again, and something stroked his neck and chest back and forth, similar to the touch of a hand.

Zong Yuan couldn't move, so he just kicked him. He knew it was useless. He still wanted to gain the upper hand to make this thing unhappy. Can you touch it?"

Zhou Ning stopped burying the soil and turned to look at Zong Yuan.

Zong Yuan still stood firmly on the spot, with his eyes closed, he seemed to be enjoying the sunshine comfortably.

Awu and Ayu were still discussing the matter of the Zhou Mansion, and didn't notice anything was wrong.

Zhou Ning ran up to Zong Yuan, grabbed Zong Yuan's clothes and threw himself into his arms, his little face was full of nostalgia, "Brother..."

The eyes are invisible, and other senses are much more sensitive.

The "hands" touching his body finally stopped, and Zong Yuan tensed up, "0046, where is he?"

No voice responded.

A smell of earth and wood mixed with soil rose to the tip of his nose, his face felt the touch of being blown by the wind, and a cold breath approached, Zong Yuan's brain made up a picture of a rotting corpse facing him.

Fortunately, there is no carrion smell.

The breath stopped and came again.

Something was speaking into his face.

But he couldn't hear it.

That thing obviously realized this problem, Zong Yuan frowned slightly, before he could react, the darkness and cold retreated quickly, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

Zong Yuan opened his eyes, the sky was blue and white clouds, and the breeze was blowing gently. Zhou Ning was still holding the corner of his clothes and leaning on him attached.

He took Zhou Ning's hand and came under the tree, squatted down to investigate the location where he just met the ghost in that space, but found nothing.

Probably because his face was too ugly, Zhou Ning hugged his neck and comforted him with a tender kiss.

Ah Wu and the others noticed Zong Yuan's movements, and hurried over to ask, "Master, what's the matter?"

Zong Yuan picked up the spirit tablet that Zhou Ning inserted under the tree, and sneered, "It seems that we have to check this young master Zhou Jin carefully."

He hugged Zhou Ning and walked into the house, but Ah Wu screamed from behind, "Master!"

Zong Yuan turned his head and saw their distorted expressions, staring at his back angrily.

Zong Yuan put Zhou Ning down, and he quickly took off the outer shirt he had just put on, only to see a few big bloody characters written on the back of the clothes.

Get out of Zhou Mansion.

That's what the thing wanted to say to him.

Ah Wu ran over to burn his clothes, but Zong Yuan stopped him, and continued to put on his clothes without changing his expression. He didn't care whether the thing could be heard or not, and he said to the large expanse of air in front of the locust tree, "Please It's easy to send a god away, but the third young master of the Zhou family has never heard of this saying?"

"I want to stay or go, do your shit."

The author has something to say: Zhou Jin: Don't do my shit...