I heard you want to counterattack

Swiping away the mixed thoughts in his mind, Meng Zhiwen looked up at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the moon slanting eastward.

It shouldn't be long before nightfall, and he still has time to go back to the dormitory.

The most urgent task is how to get out of here.

Meng Zhiwen walked to the only door in this room, and pressed the doorknob with a mentality of giving it a try.

In fact, he didn't think that Xiao Ling's group would throw him here so easily, and probably the door was definitely locked.

A "click" stopped his movements, and he looked at the door that opened easily, in surprise, rarely at a loss.

Did you forget to lock the door?

Looking at the thick darkness outside the door, Meng Zhiwen hesitated for a moment, but went out anyway.

Outside the door was a corridor with no windows around. With the little moonlight shining through the room just now, Meng Zhiwen got used to the darkness in front of him, and Meng Zhiwen could see the general situation clearly.

According to the height seen from the window just now, he should be on the second floor, a room at the end of the corridor. From the door of the room, one can vaguely see that the doors of other rooms on both sides of the corridor not far away are tightly closed, and there is also a railing in the middle of the corridor. Decorated staircase.

The decoration here is quite a mix of Chinese and Western styles, especially like the buildings of the Republic of China period, which is probably quite old.

The doubts in Meng Zhiwen's heart became heavier, what exactly is this place?There shouldn't be many such old houses.

That Xiao Ling with upturned nostrils is really willing to use such a good house only to lock him up?

Or, what's wrong with this house...?

In a flash of thought, Meng Zhiwen's mind flashed, and his face became completely ugly.

He finally remembered that apart from the residences of the so-called wealthy families, there was only one place in the whole city that could be called simple and luxurious.

This place turned out to be a ghost house? !

Xiao Ling really wanted him to die!

Meng Zhiwen's pursed lips were bloodless, and he walked downstairs at a faster pace, and finally even started to trot.

Must get out quickly!

Xiao Ling had never encountered anything like a ghost, so he naturally didn't believe it, but because of some experiences, Meng Zhiwen knew that there were really ghosts in this world, and most of them were evil ghosts.

Thinking of the strange things he encountered before, and the reputation of the haunted house as a household name, Meng Zhiwen really felt that he was in danger.

Seeing that he was about to reach the stairs, one hand was already on the railing next to him, and the next moment, a sharp and piercing wailing suddenly sounded in Meng Zhiwen's ears.

The desperation and crying contained in the wailing slammed into his mind like a nail, making his body stiff and his eyes bewildered.

The thinking is chaotic, like a blank sheet of paper, I don't know where, and I don't know why, as if swallowed by darkness.

Unforgettable pain came from all over the body without warning, as if someone was gnawing his flesh, chewing his bones, he could hear the sound of his flesh and bones being separated, the pain made him almost faint.

"No... help... help..."

He finally couldn't hold it anymore, his whole body trembled, and his voice was extremely weak.

But what responded to him was not the help he dreamed of, but the eerie laughter of an unknown unknown presence in the darkness.

"Die, stay with us..."

"Since you're here, don't leave..."

"..."

All kinds of voices seemed to reach the depths of the soul, turning the man's spirit upside down. The pain, that kind of pain, penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Meng Zhiwen fell to the ground, opened his mouth wide, and screamed silently.

[Host, do you really not care? ] The system couldn't bear to see Meng Zhiwen's miserable state.

The young man in a brocade robe had a calm expression on his face, his eyes were lowered slightly, "It's not the time yet."

The system looked at Meng Zhiwen who was lying on the ground and stopped talking, knowing that the host had his own plans, but it wronged him...

Bah, what a pity!

The system shook its head vigorously, full of anger.

Who made him dare to...

Hmph, the host is still too soft-hearted, it would be better to make him feel more uncomfortable!

Meng Zhiwen kept struggling in endless despair, but he never saw the light of day.

Before falling completely into darkness, Meng Zhiwen couldn't help but feel resentment and unwillingness towards Xiao Ling.

Why!Why? !

What did he do wrong?To be tortured like this!

Just because of his good family background, everyone has to support him and not disobey him? !

Just because of his good family background, can he decide other people's lives at will? !

Xiao Ling... Xiao Ling!

He chewed these two words over and over again, and the resentment that had been suppressed deep in his heart made him want to grit his teeth.

If he is still alive, he will never let go of everything that has failed him!

boom--

An indescribable light sound suddenly sounded, the sound seemed to come from afar, and seemed to hit directly on the heart.

Meng Zhiwen only felt that the feeling of restraining him and making him unable to break free disappeared in an instant, and the dense pain all over his body seemed to have never appeared before, and the screaming wind in his ears disappeared without a trace, without a trace.

Lifting his heavy eyelids, Meng Zhiwen sat on the ground blankly, looking at the stairs in front of him, and broke out in a cold sweat from fear.

By the way, that voice just now!

Meng Zhiwen scrambled to his feet, his mind still confused.

Did someone save him?

He leaned on the railing and looked down, met a pair of obsidian-black pupils, was shocked instantly, and stood there dumbfounded.

He hadn't noticed it just now, but at this moment he suddenly realized that the light in the hall downstairs was turned on at some point, and the bright light filled the huge living room and the young man in black standing beside the carved door.

It is as clear as the evening wind, as cold as ice, and as body as a jade bamboo, beautiful and stunning.

Eyebrows and eyes are like a paintbrush, real people are more delicate and gorgeous than portraits, with infinite elegance.

The young man below frowned, his voice was like a clear spring, "What are you doing here?"

A broken image flashed in his mind, Meng Zhiwen was stunned for a moment, and soon came back to his senses, hesitantly asked: "Are you?"

Pei Zhi looked around the hall slowly and walked to the center of the hall, "Master here."

Meng Zhiwen was a little embarrassed, he appeared in someone else's house out of nowhere, and asked who they were.

He was surprised again, "Here?"

This is a famous haunted house, does it really have an owner?

"Yeah." Pei Zhi didn't seem to notice his surprise, "It's from the ancestors."

He didn't lie, he has lived here for thousands of years, isn't it an ancestral inheritance?

Meng Zhiwen: "..."

"that……"

He said with some difficulty, "Don't you know that... the rumor?"

Looking into the eyes of the young man, Gu Jing Wubo, he felt a little depressed for some reason, and his words were a little awkward, "It's just rumors of being haunted."

To say it is a rumor is really understated. In fact, everyone in the city knows about the "ghost house", even people who are not in this city have heard of it. The seal is finalized.

It's impossible for this person not to know.

"I know."

Meng Zhiwen: "..." Huh?

Pei Zhi stood in the hall and looked at the furniture covered with white cloth, with a look of disgust, "You said it too, but it's just a rumor."

He didn't care about Meng Zhiwen's words at all, and started to chase people away, "It's getting late, can you go?"

"When you have time to worry about other things, it's better to take care of yourself."

It's rare to be kind but not taken seriously, Meng Zhiwen was angry, "You..." Can't you listen to me? !

He himself didn't know where he got so angry, obviously...it was just a stranger he met for the first time.

"correct."

The young man interrupted him and threw something at him.

Meng Zhiwen caught it reflexively, and his hands were gentle. He lowered his head and saw that it was a piece of nail-sized polished peach stone. It was a very common "talisman" on the street stalls. It was worn by a red thread. Meng Zhiwen I was worried that it would break if I was not careful.

"Put this on, and you won't encounter what happened today."

Today's business?

Meng Zhiwen looked up suspiciously, only to see the black-haired young man waving his hands impatiently, "Let's go."

When he stood in the yard and was blown by the cold wind, he came back to his senses, looked at the "talisman" in his hand, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up.

That person obviously doesn't look much older than him, but he speaks old-fashioned, really...

And this thing...

He felt inexplicably happy when he thought of such a bauble thrown by the icy young man that was completely inconsistent with his temperament.

He hadn't felt this feeling for many years.

By the way, I forgot to ask his name.

Meng Zhiwen was very annoyed, forget it, knowing that he is the owner of this place, how can he find no one in the future?

There is ample time.

"prick--"

Just as Meng Zhiwen was about to leave, there was a sound of metal rubbing against the gate of the courtyard, which sounded like the sound of chains moving.

"crunch-"

The door was pushed open from the outside, and after a long time, a head popped out.

Meng Zhiwen frowned, "Cao Ze?"

Isn't he one of Xiao Ling's followers?How come here?

By the way, he was thrown here by Xiao Ling. As a follower, Cao Ze must have a role, but what is he doing here at this time?

Is it to see if he is dead or not?

As soon as Cao Ze poked his head out, he was terrified by the people standing in the yard. When he heard a familiar voice, he breathed a sigh of relief with trembling lips, "What are you standing here for? You scared me to death."

Meng Zhiwen had a cold face, and his tone was stiff, "What are you doing here?"

After overcoming his own psychological fear and insisting on coming here, Cao Ze became unhappy for a moment, "If I don't come, you are going to die here!"

He doesn't have to put people to death like that mentally twisted Xiao Ling, otherwise he wouldn't come here secretly at night to release Meng Zhiwen.

"……thanks."

Hearing the other party's kindness, he was silent for a while, and Meng Zhiwen thanked him, probably because he hadn't drank water for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Cao Ze felt sorry for helping the evil, but was thanked by others. He laughed and said, "Let's go quickly, here..."

He glanced at the mansion behind Meng Zhiwen, flinched a little, the meaning was clear.

Meng Zhiwen was stunned for a moment, "...Okay."

After walking out of the gate, when Cao Ze closed the door, Meng Zhiwen looked back, only seeing the dark night and the faint outline of the house.

An inexplicable chill rose from his heart, and Meng Zhiwen heard his own voice asking Cao Ze, "Is no one living here?"

Cao Ze looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, "Are you stupid? No one has lived here for several years. No, this door has been locked for many years."

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