My Wife, Something is Wrong

  Chapter 62 Hundred ghosts cry at night

  The house is empty.

   No bed, no quilt.

  The mountain village at night is extremely gloomy and cold.

  Luo Qingzhou hugged Xiaodie, sat down in the corner of the room, and let her sleep in his arms.

  The little girl was frightened during the day, and she climbed the mountain and walked so much, she was already exhausted.

  After mending his clothes, she snuggled into his arms and fell asleep.

  The night wind whimpered outside the house, and the blowing branches and weeds rustled.

  In the forest not far away, there were occasional cries of night owls, which sounded particularly intrusive.

  Outside the window, a silver moon hangs in the night sky, appearing and disappearing in the dark clouds, like an eye peeping at the earth, sneaking.

  Luo Qingzhou didn't feel sleepy at all.

  After the little girl fell asleep, he put her on the robe laid out on the ground, and helped her wrap the robe tightly, then sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and meditated, and practiced inner skills.

  After a few weeks, my whole body feels warm and comfortable.

  The pain in the whole body is gradually subsiding, and the injured and cracked skin membrane is also slowly repairing.

   It's the third watch.

   Suddenly there was a cat meowing outside the window.

   Immediately, the windows that could no longer be closed were whistling, as if wind was blowing in.

  Luo Qingzhou opened his eyes and looked.

  A black shadow suddenly appeared outside the window, standing there silently like a ghost.

   I don't know how long I have been standing.

  Under the moonlight, she gradually became clear.

  Grey hair, wrinkled face, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  Luo Qingzhou looked at her.

  She also looked at Luo Qingzhou.

   There was an eerie silence all around, only the whimpering of the night wind.

"Meow-"

  Suddenly a meow sounded.

   Immediately, a wild cat passed through the black shadow and jumped onto the window sill, looking into the house with its cold eyes shining with fluorescent light.

  The figure standing in front of the window disappeared strangely.

   It seems that it is really just a shadow of nothingness. After being passed through the body by the wild cat, it shattered and disappeared without a trace.

  Luo Qingzhou sat in the corner, looking at the wild cat on the windowsill, without moving or speaking.

  After staring at him for a while, the wild cat turned around and landed in the yard.

   Immediately, leave from the collapsed courtyard wall.

  At this time, the wind outside became louder, whining, as if someone was crying in the dark.

  The crying was shrill and intermittent.

  Luo Qingzhou stood up and walked out.

  Standing in the small courtyard and watching for a while, then walked out of the gate, heartbroken, turned around to look, and suddenly saw a dark figure standing at the gate of a house heading towards the village.

  The night wind blew by, the black figure hunched over, with white hair fluttering, slowly turned his head and looked at him.

  Under the cold and dim moonlight, the black figure revealed an old face full of wrinkles and dead spots, and the corner of his mouth still had the weird smile that was shown outside the window just now.

  Luo Qingzhou fixed his eyes and walked over.

  When he got closer, the figure had already entered the door and disappeared.

  Luo Qingzhou stood at the door, looked at the decayed door, thought about the past scenes, and walked in.

  The small courtyard is overgrown with weeds, as if no one has lived in it for a long time.

  The door of the hall is locked, and the iron lock is already stained with rust.

  The wooden door in the next ear room is slightly ajar, and looking through the gap, it seems that there is something shaking inside.

  Luo Qingzhou paused in the courtyard for a while, walked over, and gently opened the door.

  A rope hangs down from the beam in the room.

  On the rope, hangs a white-haired old man.

  The old man had already passed away, his white hair drooping down, covering his wrinkled cheeks.

  The night wind blew in through the dilapidated window, and the old man's thin and frail body swayed slightly in mid-air.

  The rope rubbed against the beam above, and the beam was already fragile, making a creaking sound.

  Luo Qingzhou knew this old man.

  Mother used to call her Aunt Shuizi, and Xiaodie came here to chat with her all afternoon during the day, and borrowed needles and threads from here.

  The old man was lonely and lonely in the village for many years. Today, after chatting with a strange little girl all afternoon, he returned to his room and hanged himself to death?

  She told Xiaodie that the place was haunted by ghosts, and she was probably old and frail, and she was close to death, so she could see it.

  For her, this may be a relief.

only…

  Luo Qingzhou looked at the old man in front of him, thinking about the white-haired black shadow he just saw.

   Those are the souls of the old people, are you going to say goodbye to them before you leave?

  But why did he suddenly see it?

The strange book said that people with strong spirits, or people who are dying, or people who have been ill for a long time, or people who are about to die, can sometimes see ghosts and things that they can't see normally. thing.

   Could it be that his soul has become very powerful after continuously taking the black liquid produced by the Sun Moon Bronze Mirror during this period of time?

   Or, the life-and-death battle during the day today caused a sudden qualitative change in his mind and soul?

  To be honest, he was a little scared when he suddenly saw the black shadow outside the window just now.

   But curiosity and calmness soon overcame fear.

  Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

  And now that he is full of energy and blood, his spirit is strong, and his courage has naturally become greater. He shouldn't be afraid of these ghosts who only dare to sneak out in the dark at all.

   It should be that Yin Soul is afraid of him.

  Luo Qingzhou thought so, and stepped forward to take down the old man's body.

   "Woo..."

  At this time, a cloudy wind suddenly blew outside the window, and the wooden windows were rattling.

  At the same time, the cry of a woman really sounded outside.

   Immediately, there were the cries of men, babies, and old people, one after another.

  A black shadow suddenly appeared on the low courtyard wall, and then floated into the courtyard, twisted and swayed, with long hair hanging down, and a cry of "woo woo".

   Then, more black shadows appeared at the gate, on the courtyard wall, and in the small courtyard, twisting and swinging, their long hair flying, and weeping.

  It's like a hundred ghosts dancing at night, and a thousand ghosts crying at night!

  Luo Qingzhou looked back, first took down the old man's body, put it on the bed, covered it with a quilt, then left the room and stood in the small courtyard.

   Those twisted and whimpering black figures in the small courtyard swayed even more frantically.

   Gusts of wind swirled and flew around the ground.

  Luo Qingzhou clenched his fists, walked down the steps, and walked towards those ferocious writhing shadows.

  Every time he took a step forward, the black shadows floated back a step, as if they didn't dare to let him approach.

  Luo Qingzhou sneered in his heart, suddenly put on a stance, and punched the Benlei Fist in the courtyard.

   "Boom!"

  A thunderclap suddenly sounded in the silent night.

   "Woo—"

  The dark wind blew wildly, and those black shadows who were dancing wildly whimpered in fright, and fled in all directions.

   In a blink of an eye, he ran away without a trace.

  In the small courtyard, silence was restored, even the sound of the wind disappeared.

   "Sure enough, emptiness is afraid of reality, yin is afraid of yang, and little ghosts are afraid of courage! Qi and blood are strong, spirit is strong, and courage is strong!"

"If a timid person encounters these ghosts on the night road, he can't see them with his eyes, but can only feel the wind blowing around his ears, his back is chilled, and his heart is frightened. The more frightened, the weaker his soul and blood are. The ghost is more and more arrogant... After returning, he will definitely suffer from a serious illness. If he is cured well, he can still live, but if he is not cured, and the soul is too weak, he can only get sick and die..."

"Some sick people, or old people, will see these haunting ghosts at night. At that time, they may not be far from death...Once they are unable to strengthen their bodies, there may be no cure. ..."

   "Some ghosts died unjustly and are full of hatred, so they wander around and harm people..."

  Luo Qingzhou thought about the records in the book, left the courtyard, and returned to his residence.

  Just as he was about to enter the house, he suddenly found a black shadow squatting on the collapsed courtyard wall.

  The black shadow was surrounded by black mist, and his figure was more solid than the ghost he saw just now. His face could not be seen clearly, but he could see two slightly red eyes.

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at it, and suddenly heard its inner voice.

  【This human being is so scary, with so much energy and blood, he can't be provoked... Why is he looking at me straight? Impossible to see me...I should go back to practice...]

  The black shadow turned around and drifted away.

  Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, practicing?

   His heart moved, and he immediately followed.

  (end of this chapter)