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He was supposed to go to watch the spirit tonight, but Mu Qingfeng wasn't so cruel to throw him sleeping in the mourning hall.

Alas, I still have to go to the mourning hall by myself!

Holding the lamp, He Liu walked all the way to the mourning hall where the coffin was placed.

The surroundings are quiet, and the moonlight shines on the house through the reflection of the white snow, changing the original dark picture.

There was no wind blowing, and the white cloth strips hung like that.

Turning on the lights in the mourning hall, He Liu sat cross-legged on the cushion in front of the coffin.

He knew that sitting here would be very boring, so he took a book from the bedside when he was in the room.

The book was given to him by Wang Jin, and he had never opened it on weekdays. He has never liked this kind of thing. He quickly took it out without looking at the cover. He didn't bother to leave until halfway through the book. gone back.

Opening the storybook, He Liu felt that the person who wrote the storybook didn't have enough ink, there were a lot of vulgar language and indiscriminate use of words, and the plot barely passed the test.

There are actually a few typos in it, and sure enough, this thing is not suitable for me to read.He Liu thought.

There were footsteps coming and going, He Liu listened attentively, was it someone who was patrolling at night?

The sound of footsteps sounded for a long time, and He Liu listened to it for a long time, but the sound of footsteps stopped suddenly at a moment, as if a person was walking in place and then suddenly stopped and left quietly.

He Liu felt strange, stood up and pushed open the door to have a look, it was still silent, no one was there.

He closed the door suspiciously, turned around and found that the piece of cloth on the left side of the coffin was falling down, yes, it was falling down, slowly falling down.

Who is such a boring prank.

He Liu found a chair and came over, stepped on the chair and stood on tiptoe, but still couldn't reach the beam.

He Liu threw one end of the white cloth up. There was no ladder, and he did not tie a knot on it. He just let the long end of the cloth and the short end hang on the beam.

He tried to let go, but it didn't fall, which was good.

When he was about to get off the chair, the white cloth strip fell down in front of his eyes, from the short end.

Who is it?He Liu picked up the white cloth on the ground, picked it up and inspected it carefully, there was no difference! He looked up at the beam again. Is there something wrong with the beam?

Unexpectedly, the white cloth was stuck on his face and wrapped around his body, and he was strangled so hard that he could hardly breathe.

He Liu struggled hard, and the more he struggled, the tighter his stranglehold was, his mouth was sealed by a white cloth, he couldn't utter a normal word, he could only yell "Woooo".

Suddenly there were footsteps outside again, and He Liu's yelling became louder. People from outside ran here and opened the door, and the white cloth on He Liu's body also became normal.

The man trembled and took off the white cloth.

It's Mu Qingfeng, what is he doing here so late?No matter what he does, he is simply his own savior.

"Tsk tsk...Master He actually has the hobby of wrapping himself into a mummy, you really can't look like a person~" Mu Qingfeng teased He Liu holding back a smile.

He Liu didn't know how to explain to Mu Qingfeng, so he simply changed the subject: "Why are you here so late?"

"I really can't sleep at night and come out to blow some air."

"Is...is it windy outside?"

"Go outside and see for yourself. It's been blowing for a long time. I was woken up by this wind." He pursed his mouth dissatisfied.

The sound of the wind outside knocking on the window is windy!

However, how can there be wind?