Orphan girl reborn: Why are you clinging to me?

A suddenly closed door isolated Wu Fan and Zhu Li inside and outside the door.

Zhu Li outside the door watched helplessly as Wu Fan entered. Then, the door suddenly closed without anyone's contact, and the strange female voice he heard just now came again.

"Hehehe, do you want to come in and play with me too?"

"Quick! Come in quickly, hehehe..."

Zhu Li was very sure and certain this time that this was not an auditory hallucination!

There really is a woman’s voice!

Could it be the female ghost who was hanged here? !

He backed away in horror, his hand holding the flashlight trembling as the beam of light shot across the empty yard.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a tapping sound on the door.

"Zhu Li, come and help me open the door. This door is too strong and I can't open it."

It was Wu Fan's voice.

Zhu Li calmed down and swallowed. He was not alone. He had to help Wu Fan. He thought silently in his heart, "It's all fake, it's all fake. It's an auditory hallucination. It must be an auditory hallucination..."

He plucked up the courage, walked up the steps step by step, and walked to the door. "Kor Angkor, are you in there?"

"If it's not me, who else could it be? The door was blown shut by the wind. You are strong enough to push it open for me from the outside!"

Once again confirming that it was Wu Fan's voice and tone, Zhu Li stretched out his hand and pushed hard towards the door.

"Oh!"

The door opened a foot wide.

Wu Fan was nowhere to be seen in the dark door. His voice just now was so close that it clearly felt like he was behind the door.

Zhu Li suddenly felt bad and heard the female voice that made his hair stand on end.

"Hehehe, are you... looking for me? Little Fatty~"

A bloody woman's face sprang out from the crack in the door and stuck to Zhu Li's fat face.

"Wow ah ah ah ah -"

Zhu Li screamed and ducked backwards unprepared. His foot slipped on the stair sill, and the flashlight flew out and hit the ground. The light went out, and he rolled down the steps like a ball.

Fortunately, there were only three steps, so Zhu Li rolled to the ground and stopped, and he was able to stand up quickly.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you come in?" Wu Fan's voice came from the door again.

Zhu Li didn't care about Wu Fan anymore. He ran away, following the route he came from, like a fat horse running loose, rushing through the courtyard gates and running back to the small courtyard where they entered the house.

Without using a rope, he nimbly climbed up the banyan tree by the wall, climbed over the wall, and jumped out of the house.

Wu Fanzheng, who was standing at the door of the house, felt strange. He had just asked Zhu Li to help open the door, but why did this man retreat, fall, and roll down the stairs with a look of panic.

Even after he spoke out, Zhu Li ran away without even listening. He was so disobedient that he fired him when he returned.

Looking at the broken flashlight on the ground, Wu Fan spat irritably, took out his spare mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the flashlight button, and the dark room was finally illuminated.

This room is spacious. In the center of the room is a simple and heavy mahogany round table, surrounded by matching chairs. It seems to be a place to eat.

Wu Fan first opened the door wide to avoid being blown shut again by the wind. The door of this ancient house was too heavy for him to open alone. Now that coward Zhu Li ran away again, he had to be careful not to close the door again.

Turning on the phone used for recording, he cleared his throat and continued to make up random things:

"Have you guys seen this room? This table is so bright red that it makes people panic. Could it be stained red by the blood of the bride? Haha, just kidding..."

"Oh!"

The door closed again, shocking Wu Fan.

He finally felt something was wrong.

There was no wind outside and there was no one else in the house. How did the door close?

He paused the recording, walked to the door, and pulled the door handle hard, but the door didn't move at all.

"You want to fight against me, right? If you don't open the door, I will demolish this house!"

He put away his phone, grabbed the door handle with both hands, and pulled hard, but to no avail.

"call--"

Something blew into his ear.

Like a breeze, more like human breath.

But he is the only one in this room now!

Wu Fan's hand holding the door stopped, and he, who was always bold, couldn't help but panic. He let go of the hand holding the door. He quickly put down his bag. After digging at the bottom of the bag several times in panic, he felt happy and took out the bag. Got a talisman.

He raised the talisman to the empty room and shouted: "I am a disciple of Xuanmen, I am not afraid of monsters like you!"

"Ha ha……"

A string of clear and strange laughter sounded out of thin air.

"Who? Who is pretending to be a ghost here?" Wu Fan shouted even louder.

"Hehehe... A disciple of Xuanmen?" The laughter sounded again, full of ridicule, "Come and take me in~"

Wu Fan turned on the flashlight of his phone again. The light would make him less afraid. He waved the talisman in his hand vigorously in the air, his movements were weird and funny.

"I accept you! I accept you!"

He shouted loudly, emboldening himself, but the trembling voice betrayed his timidity.

"Hehe~~ It doesn't seem to be of any use!"

The strange female voice mocking him suddenly rose in pitch, as if coming from the front.

In the darkness, a head with long black hair suddenly came from directly in front of him. Wu Fan was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat.

He closed his eyes and took a step back. He held the talisman tightly in his hand and stretched it forward. It was his last life-saving straw.

The head was tilted, and the long black hair was parted from the middle, revealing a bright red phoenix eye.

Not only was he not afraid of the talisman at all, he even got closer to take a look.

"It's really a talisman drawn by someone from Xuanmen~ It's a pity~ It's useless to me!"

The head suddenly disappeared, but a "bang" sound was heard, like a snap of fingers.

The talisman in Wu Fan's hand burned without any reason, and turned into ashes under his incredible eyes.

Wu Fan was so shocked by this scene that even when he was burned by the flames, Wu Fan showed no reaction and stared blankly at his empty hands.

The amulet paper was burned, and his last psychological defense collapsed.

After several seconds, he came out of his daze and turned around to pull on the door that couldn't be opened.

"Please, let me go, I'm still young, I don't want to die here, please!"

The female voice that frightened him came from nowhere in the room again.

"Don't you want to stay here? Then why did you come in? Hehe~"

"I was wrong, I was wrong! I shouldn't have come here, I shouldn't have climbed over the wall, I shouldn't have made up stories to offend you, old man, it's all my fault!"

Wu Fan collapsed and cried, his face quickly covered with tears and runny nose.

"Let me out! Please let me out! I don't dare anymore!"

A female voice seemed to ask softly in his ear: "Then you have gone out, are you still coming?"

Feeling a cold wind in his ears, Wu Fan's knees softened and he knelt on the ground, kowtowing crazily towards the front, and the hairband on his head was thrown off.

His hair was disheveled, like a desperate madman.

"Not coming! I'll never come again, not in this life! As long as I can get out!"