Myth resurrection, I became the villain boss

Chapter 11 Green Light
The next day, he woke up and went to sleep for a week. He usually worked a lot of overtime, and he still had his annual leave from last year.

It took two days to tidy up the messy house when I got home, and Jiang Tang had to come to help. She looked delicate, but she was exceptionally agile in her work.

Although the illusion was over, he still had a thorn in his heart.

Why does the old house have to be built on the top of the mountain?Why is there a strange room that is always empty?When was the notebook in the study box placed there?
Feng Mian had never been curious about his hometown before, and he never felt anything before these things happened.

But in just two days, so many things happened that could destroy his three views, it was difficult for him to live in the same muddle as before.

Early in the morning of the third day, he bought a ticket back to his hometown.

Back at the old house, he walked to the back of the courtyard.

"Squeak-"

Pushing open the door, he walked in slowly.

When he first entered the door, he was inexplicably surprised, and subconsciously glanced at the beam.

Empty old wooden beams were erected overhead, and although the light was not very good, there was nothing but dust on them.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly laughed at his timidity in his heart.

I was almost scared out of sequelae. If I entered this kind of old house again in the future, the first thing I would do would be to look up at the beams.

He looked at the empty room, the long table was empty, and there was no wooden box as in the environment.

After carefully inspecting the house and finding nothing unusual, Feng Mian walked into the study.

He stood in front of the cabinet, where he had found the notebook earlier.

Opening the cabinet, there are only a few old books covered in dust, basically ancient poems and copybooks.

Feng Mian reached out and groped carefully, but didn't find any hidden compartments or mechanisms in this cabinet.

He closed the cupboard door with some disappointment, and checked the other rooms one by one.

The old house is only this big, and he has seen all the rooms that can be seen, and there is no problem.

All of a sudden, he was discouraged. He thought that he would at least find something when he came back, but in the end, he went for nothing and didn't solve any problems.

It was already evening, and if he came back to visit the grave at Qingming, he would have already gone down the mountain to buy a ticket to go home by this time. He felt that the old house was a bit gloomy, so he didn't dare to spend the night in it.

But today he was really too lazy to go back, his whole body was filled with a kind of exhaustion of frustration, he felt tired from the bottom of his heart after the turmoil of the past few days.

He sat on the concrete steps at the gate, watched the path winding down the mountain along the sunset, took out the lighter in his pocket, and lit a cigarette.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, the turbid air was also exhaled, and he felt that his chest was much more comfortable.

It was getting dark quickly, Feng Mian remembered that the old house was not powered on, so he had to stand up and light the candles in the bedroom, otherwise the blind man would open his eyes and feel the darkness.

He leaned against the head of the bed, calmed down and carefully reviewed the experiences of the past few days.

This old house has not been around since he can remember. Later, his parents died in an accident, and his will asked him to bury them in the old house, so he came back every year to visit the grave.

He had never thought about why he had to build a house on such a remote mountain before, and since he grew up so old, he had never seen the old people in his family except in the portraits. He heard from his parents that they passed away very early.

Is their family doomed to be short-lived?This is too bad, right?Wouldn't he die young too?
"Bah, bah, bah! Great luck, great luck."

Feng Mian drove out the bad thoughts in his mind.

He couldn't help but think of the room that had been vacant all the time, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it made sense. My mother was always stingy, maybe she didn't want to buy any tables and chairs, so it was empty there.

The only thing he couldn't understand the most was the notebook.

When was that notebook put there? Did my parents put it there?Do they know that this book is unusual?

The more I think about it, the more I get a headache, and I can't figure out why.

He couldn't help but lit another cigarette and took a deep drag.

The corners of his eyes lit up, and there seemed to be a flash of green light in his peripheral vision.

He remembered the mobile phone he had put aside. Is there any unread message?Speaking of which, he was indeed so busy today that he didn't even have time to look at his phone.

Who could it be, ginger candy?

He froze for a moment, and for some reason he suddenly thought of her. Maybe it was the common hardships of the past few days that made their relationship better.

Turn on the phone, the information bar is empty.

The green light flashed again.

Feng Mian's heart skipped a beat, it was the first time he decided to stay overnight in the old house, wouldn't he encounter a ghost?What kind of shit luck is this?
Barren hills, old houses, late night, candlelight, and him, the unlucky guy who is alone, are all standard horror movies.

He took a deep breath and scolded himself in his heart.

Scared of a fart!The monster he encountered before couldn't do anything to him, now facing an illusory green light, what's there to be afraid of!

Turning on the phone, he casually clicked on a song to play, emboldening himself.

"Good luck, good luck."

It's like a humorous scene in a horror comedy.

Cheerful singing suddenly sounded in the silent house.

He looked at the window, the green light flashed again, and went out before he could see it clearly.

WTF?

It was useless to stay in the room, so he simply pushed open the door and walked into the yard.

In the moonlight, the yard was empty.

He looked around the yard, but found nothing. He used his mobile phone as a flashlight, and opened every room, but he couldn't find the green light.

After turning around for a long time, the green light never appeared again, so he had to go back to the bedroom.

Before he could sit down, another green light flashed outside the window.

What about playing monkeys?
Clay figurines also have a three-pointed nature, the fright at the beginning is gone, now Feng Mian only has the impatience of being teased.

As soon as he patted the table, he stood up and strode out, directly out of the house, and went outside, wanting to circle around the hill to see what it was.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost, come out if you have the ability!"

He yelled twice, but there was no response. He heard that little ghosts are afraid of evil people, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.

He just yelled twice, and the green light hid in fright.

Now, instead of his scruples, he walked around the house with big strides, trying to catch that pretentious thing.

Suddenly, he stopped and froze in place.

He was standing at the end of the road on the right side of the old house. It was a small road going down the mountain, with woods on both sides and overgrown with weeds.

But at this time, halfway along the path, as far as his eyes could see, there were dense green fluorescent lights in the gaps between trees and in the grass.

"Hiss—so much..."

The green lights were so far away that he couldn't see what they were.

But no matter what these things are, even if they are only glowing mosquitoes, there are so many of them, if they all come up to bite him, he can be sucked dry.

(End of this chapter)