Am I the one who was wronged?

Waiting for the morning light to twilight, the bell placed by the bed rang.

Inside the soft quilt, everyone stretched their waists, lifted the quilt sleepily, looked at the unfamiliar environment around them, and got up to wash.

They made an appointment with Tintin Cat to go to the exchange meeting.

They went to the bar to play last night, and it was a bit late when they came back to pack up.

I didn't get enough sleep, and I wasn't in a good mood. When I squeezed toothpaste, I yawned twice in a row, and the third yawned as soon as I opened my mouth, and then slowly closed it.

Putting the toothbrush in his mouth, he turned his head and said hello, "Good morning."

The white shadow standing behind him looked confused, didn't understand what he said at all, and just stood there in a daze.

Neither far nor near, always keep a distance of half a meter from him.

Holding a toothbrush, he circled the expressionless white shadow.

This person can't be said to be a person. Behind him is the remnant soul of Dao. He met in the bar last night, and then followed him back.

Among the three souls and seven souls of Remnant Soul Baiying, none of them is without missing pieces, like glass that has been broken and glued together again.

It was put together in such a mess, and the body was full of cracks.

Barely has a ghost appearance, but has no consciousness.

Hanging around in the corridor outside the toilet of the bar, walking around aimlessly, the yin energy on his body was extremely weak, so weak that he almost failed to notice it.

They all walked straight past, feeling wrong.

Stepping back, he saw a blurry white shadow.

Bai Ying's figure was vague, but he could still see that he was wearing a toga with long sleeves and a bun on his head, giving him an antique air.

The face couldn't be seen clearly, but he had a hunch that this man must have looked good in life, at least his walking posture was particularly good-looking.

He saw Shiro, and Shiro saw him.

Without any extra movement, she walked straight towards him.

Then no matter where he goes, Bai Ying will follow him wherever he goes.

Just keeping a distance of half a meter, not far or near, followed behind him, walked from the bar back to the residence that Dr. Yang prepared for him

When he came back, he was really sleepy, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Lie down on the bed and fell asleep quickly, but when I woke up in the morning, the white shadow was still in the room, it was a little strange.

Jiang Yu would like to follow him, because they are connected by blood.

What is the reason for this afterimage following him?

Could it be that in the world of wandering souls, it is popular to use Buddha's light as ion perm?

If you don't get hot, you will be unhappy, and if you tell it, you will lose face in front of other ghosts?

Tsk, it's amazing and popular.

He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, changed his pajamas, grabbed two handfuls of hair, carried his small schoolbag on his back, and prepared to lead his nephew and nephew to the Xuan exchange meeting in City B.

After changing his shoes and preparing to go out, Bai Ying walked over.

I really came here, and the walking posture is quite beautiful.

This remnant soul brother was so delusional that he didn't even learn the most basic "floating" of being a ghost, so he relied on walking anyway.

Zhao Ran lived next door, and also came out yawning, "Good morning, uncle."

It's a bit early, just 05:30, the sun hasn't come out yet.

Tintin Maoer said that the exchange meeting will be held around seven o'clock, and the address is in the outskirts of the city. It is said that it is far away from the city and quiet, but it is a bit remote.

The house they live in now is the outermost house of the Jin family.

There is still some distance from the suburbs. They are newcomers and it is not easy to be late. They are woken up by the alarm as soon as they close their eyes.

They were all very sleepy, so they replied "Morning".

The driver at the gate was waiting for them, and they all got into the car straight away.

Zhao Ran wanted to sit in the back row, but he yawned sleepily, glanced at the afterimage sitting next to him, and said, "You sit in the front."

Zhao Ran responded, "Okay."

He just sat in the front without asking why.

After sitting down, take your mobile phone and show the address to the driver.

Seeing the address they were going to, the driver's expression changed.

On the generous Chinese character face, there was an unconcealable fear, and Zhao Ran even felt that the driver's back tensed instantly, making him look extremely nervous.

Looking around, he lowered his voice, "What are the two young masters going to do? It's not a fun place over there, they say it's evil."

After getting in the car, they all kicked off their shoes and sat cross-legged in the back row. They were lowering their eyebrows and doing their homework without distraction.

This is a habit he has developed since he was a child. He can chant scriptures as soon as he can run. Even if he is still vulgar now, he has never stopped class in the morning and evening.

Knowing that he didn't finish reading the scriptures, he would never open his mouth.

Zhao Ran smiled, and talked to the driver, "How wicked."

The driver was a cameo to help the people who looked after the house. He looked honest and honest, and he frowned upon hearing this, "Have you never heard of it? It is one of the four most haunted houses in City B. It is said that it was left behind by the previous dynasty." The old house.

There have been rumors of hauntings for a long time, dating back as far as a hundred years ago. Over the years, the house has changed owners several times. As long as they live in it, no one can die well. I don’t know how many people died in the house, and how many masters and monks were invited to exorcise evil spirits. , to no avail. "

Those who are a little older know these things.

Mentioning the No. 4 building in the suburbs is frightening and secretive. The old drivers would rather take a long detour than pass by there, and stay far away.

Regarding the theory of ghosts and gods, those who have experienced it will be in awe.

But there are always many young people who do not believe in or respect ghosts and gods.

I always feel that those tragic stories are fabricated by others to deceive people, and I have no idea how terrible the haunted house is.

Out of curiosity, I always like to go there in groups to play.

I simply don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and I don't know curiosity, which will always kill the cat!

Especially in the recent period, live broadcasts of hell are very popular on the Internet.

It also makes the young masters and ladies who are bored all day feel restless, so they like to drill into the haunted house, hoping to find fun in it.

If things continue like this, something will happen!

The driver was terrified, and persuaded earnestly, "Building No. 4 is indeed too dangerous. The two young masters want to go on an adventure. Go to another place, which is a little safer."

Zhao Ran smiled, "It's okay, you can drive."

How could it be all right!It's a haunted house where countless people have died. Is it a place where you can go and play at will?

If these two were his sons, he would have to beat them up severely, twist their ears and drag them back home until they dared not think of going out again.

It's a pity that these two are young masters, he couldn't control them, and he had to follow orders and drive them to Building No. [-].

The driver's heart was heavy, and his fingers holding the steering wheel were hard.

I was thinking sadly in my heart, and I don't know if he had an accident this time, would it be considered a work-related injury? I hope he can come back alive.

Looking at his face full of grief and indignation that he was ready to die bravely, Zhao Ran was somewhat affected, "Is it really that fierce?"

The driver started the car and sighed heavily, "The legend of building No. 4 has never stopped since my grandfather, and it has never stopped in my life. It's terrible, you young people can't go anywhere, why do you have to go to No. 4 building?" I'm going to play my life upstairs."

Zhao Ran blinked, "We didn't go there to play, we went to work, and we made an appointment to meet there."

The driver frowned, and he didn't believe what he said at all, "Who would arrange the meeting place to be in Building 4 in the suburbs, just kidding me."

Zhao Ran, "..."

That's right, for a good exchange meeting, do you have to make an appointment in a haunted house? !

Fuck, maybe Tintin the cat deliberately fooled him!

Subconsciously ignoring that the message was sent to his uncle, Zhao Ran angrily took out his phone and poked Tintin Maoer privately from the group:

The address of the exchange meeting is correct, Building 4 in the suburbs of City B?

Tintin cat replied quickly: Yes, Building 4 is correct.

Zhao Ran: But how did I hear that it was a haunted house?

Tintin Cat: Yes, Building No. 4 is one of the four most haunted houses in City B.

Zhao Ran:!Ghost house, you still let us go there? !are you crazy.

With anger in his chest, he typed the words with a crackling voice, and just after sending them, he received a message from Tintin Maoer, who patiently explained to him:

The four haunted houses in City B are all places of great murder.

Building No. 4 is numbered, and there are Buildings 1-3 in front of it. Generally speaking, the larger the number in the number, the more dangerous the situation inside.

In other words, the No. 4 building they were going to was not only a genuine and certified haunted house, but also the most murderous among the four haunted houses in City B!

Zhao Ran hissed and poked his finger on the screen:

Is there something wrong with you, choosing such a place to hold an exchange meeting? !

The message page shows that it is typing, and the message is sent soon:

can you speak?Forget it, I don't want to tell you, Uncle Shi.

Zhao Ran felt that he was being cheated, and he was so angry that he poked the screen vigorously:

Why can't I talk, you still have to tell me!

Uncle is doing morning class. If you don't make it clear to me, I will tell the driver to turn around and drive back now, so I won't go to this exchange meeting.

Tintin cat: ...

I used this to express my speechlessness towards Zhao Ran, but I was afraid that his behavior would be reckless, so I really took my uncle back halfway, so I had no choice but to explain:

The choice of building No. 4 as the address of the exchange meeting was not decided by me.

It was set by the elders of the metaphysics circle in City B, and it was a rule set long ago. There is a threshold for this exchange meeting, and not everyone can participate.

Buildings 1-4 were chosen as haunted houses, and were chosen as the address of the exchange meeting to screen out those who did not meet the requirements. In fact, the rules were very simple. Those who couldn’t get in were not capable enough to go home.

You are not worthy of participating in the exchange meeting, and naturally you are not worthy of being recognized by the association and seniors. The uncle knows this rule. If you dare to take the uncle back, you will be beaten when the uncle finishes his morning class. .

Zhao Ran, "..." It sounds like it makes some sense.

Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, is most evident in City B where there are many experts.

A weak little chicken like him, afraid that in another ten years, he would not dare to enter this haunted house No. 4 alone, let alone gain a foothold in City B.

He should just stay in City A, it feels good, and the money he earns is enough to spend, and it doesn't suit him at all to make a name for himself.

Poking the screen sullenly:

Got it, got it, we're almost there.

Tintin Mao'er breathed a sigh of relief: Okay, I'll wait for you at the alley.

Just as Zhao Ran and the others went out, under the shade of the trees at the entrance of the villa, a young man wearing a mask and hat stood up, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Well, miss, yes, they just went out."

"I installed a monitor in the car, they are going to the No. 4 suburban building, yes, it is the famous haunted house."

In the hospital, Jin Yuan, who was extremely sleepy because she hadn't slept all night, immediately lost her sleepiness when she heard this.

Walking out with the mobile phone, the voice was very low, "Very well, since he went to the haunted house, don't let him come back, do it cleanly, it's best to disguise it as a supernatural case."

"Don't worry, the old man is not well."

Jin Yuan clutched her phone and said in a low voice, "Jin Fengyu is currently trapped in the hospital, waiting to deal with the old man's funeral. There is no way to get out. I will transfer the balance to pay the balance when you kill him. Where do you want to go then? Oh, are you still afraid of Jin Fengyu?!"

"No matter what method you use, I don't want to see him again!"

Jin Yuan hung up the phone and sneered.

He's just an ignorant bumpkin who wants to fight her.

He dared to go to Building No. 4 without even hearing the reputation of the haunted house in City B.

She has hundreds of ways to keep the little bastard surnamed Jiang in Building 4.

That gloomy mansion is a place where even the police will not easily set foot. Presumably, the burial places in the mansion will not lack such unknown corpses.

He thought he had someone to back him up, so he dared to show off in front of her

He deserves it too? !When she was Jin Yuan, did Jin have the surname Bai?

After all, this City B is not Jin Fengyu's world.

She wanted to wait and see, if that little bastard surnamed Jiang died, would Jin Fengyu be sad and shed a few tears in hypocrisy?

In summer, the nights are short and the days are long. Before seven o'clock, the sun slowly rises from the horizon, revealing a brilliant golden brilliance.

As two rays of golden light penetrated the car window, they fell into the car.

After finishing morning class, they slowly opened their eyes and said in a low voice, "Just stop here."

The driver's tense nerves were relaxed, and he turned his head as if he had survived a catastrophe, and looked at him, "Don't you need to go forward?"

Seeing him nodding, he quickly parked the car by the side of the road.

I still want to persuade them a few more words, "Master, the front is..."

Haunted house, why do you have to move forward?

Yiyi had already opened the door and got out of the car, and said in a low voice, "Go back."

Turning around, he saw Shirai Ying who was ignorant and wanted to follow him to get out of the car regardless of the scorching sun.

After thinking for a while, he took it out of the bag and opened the black umbrella, just covering the white shadow in the shadow at the bottom of the umbrella.

Shirai Shadow moved a little, as if looking at him.

But still ignorant, without obvious movements, just leaning against him and walking forward with him.

Zhao Ran followed and saw that he was holding an old-fashioned black umbrella, the weight of which was not clear. He was afraid that his hands would get sore after holding it for a long time, so he hurried over to show his courtesy, "Master, I will support it."

Yiyi looked at the white shadow who was knocked into the air, "...no need."

Move a little distance to the side, away from Zhao Ran.

When the place under the umbrella became vacant, Bai Ying leaned over and stood beside him not too far away, ignorant and without much awareness.

Zhao Ran, "..." Was he rejected by his uncle?

Yesterday he drank, and drank a lot, and was carried back to the room in the end drunk.

But he took a shower in the morning, and he even applied a lot of shower gel on it.

After washing, the whole body smells delicious, so there should be no smell of alcohol on my body.

Could it be that Tintin the cat sued the uncle!

No way, at least he is a senior brother, how can he be so stingy!

As he was thinking about it, he saw a bald monk with delicate features standing at the entrance of the alley, facing their direction, as if he was waiting for someone.

Seeing them, he came over, "Master Uncle, I understand Junior Brother."

It was the Tintin cat who contacted them.

Thinking of what happened just now, Zhao Ran smiled awkwardly, scratched his hair, and returned the salute decently, "Hello senior brother, I've been vulgar for a long time, just call me Zhao Ran."

Liao Ting has a mild temper and doesn't intend to argue too much with him.

He changed his address according to his will, and shouted, "Junior Brother Zhao Ran."

Turning his head to look at Yiyi, he asked in a low voice, "Master, shall we go in directly?"

They all nodded, "Just go in like this."

The three of them walked in together slowly.

They have never been here before with Zhao Ran, and they don't know much about this so-called haunted house, so they stopped and walked in front to lead the way.

In the alley, the ground is paved with polished and smooth bluestone slabs.

It looks like it has been around for some years, leaving many traces on it. When you step on it, the cool air will rush to the person along the soles of your feet.

There is moss growing in the corner of the wall, and the surrounding environment is very humid.

Water vapor condenses in the air, vaguely blocking oxygen intake.

Zhao Ran felt a little uncomfortable and took a deep breath.

It feels cold from the throat to the lungs, full of eerie water vapor.

There is no freshness after the rain at all, it is cold, wet and greasy, I take two more breaths, and my heart beats faster due to lack of oxygen.

It felt weird, almost like drowning.

Take two more steps, and even the pace gradually slows down.

It was like being in a swimming pool, encountering resistance from the water, making it extremely difficult to move forward.

Knowing that he was probably on the right track, as a very self-aware rookie, Zhao Ran hurried to find Yiyi for help, "Master, I can't breathe!"

Liao stopped and walked beside him, and shook his head with a smile when he heard the words, "Junior Brother needs more practice in the future."

While speaking, without waiting to make a move, he slapped Zhao Ran on the back.

The strength in his hands was a bit strong, and Zhao Ran couldn't stand still when he patted him. He staggered and coughed twice, and spit out two mouthfuls of clear water, "cough, cough, cough".

After coughing, he felt a faint heat on his back, like a flame burning blazingly behind his back.

He felt that his breathing became much smoother, and the cold water vapor in his stomach dissipated a bit, so he quickly stopped to thank him, "Thank you, brother."

He stopped and waved his hands, "No need."

Seeing Zhao Ran clutching his chest with lingering fear, he smiled and explained to Zhao Ran, "This is the clear water in the lotus pond, which is the first line of defense in the No. 4 haunted house. The water vapor permeates the entire haunted house, with a wide range and slightly weak power.

The subject is the third aunt who was buried in the lotus pond of the house 64 years ago. She is a graceful beauty. If you have the chance to meet her, you will definitely like her. But even if you like her, don’t go out with her. I can't come back either. "

That third aunt was once a graceful Jiangnan beauty.

The shape is like a weak willow Fufeng, and the slender ones are like willow branches.

But if you really do it, you will never soften your heart for anyone.

In the mud at the bottom of the lotus pond, there are no fewer bones buried than in other places.

Zhao Ran shuddered fiercely when he heard this.

Just walking like this can make you feel like drowning. If you accidentally fall into the lotus pond, what's the deal? !

He patted his chest with lingering fear in his heart, and thought to himself that fortunately, fortunately, he doesn't like women, so he can avoid this aunt's beauty trick to the greatest extent.

Liao Ting turned the prayer beads in his hand, looked at Zhao Ran and smiled, "Equally dangerous scenes, there are eight places in this haunted house, and each one is more dangerous than the other, so please be careful.

Come to this haunted house to learn more, don't be intimidated. "

Zhao Ran knew in his heart that without the protection of his senior uncle and senior brother, he would not have appeared here. This kind of opportunity to increase his knowledge is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Quickly thanked, "Thank you, brother."

Liao Teng was brought out in the same way back then, and patted him on the back, "Don't be pressured, you call me senior brother, I will always protect you."

Saying a word of Buddha, he said with a smile, "Even if I can't protect him, we still have uncle."

They all held their umbrellas and rolled their eyes silently, "...that's a pretty good idea. If such a haunted house still counts on me, then you should die early and be reborn early. When you see the Buddha, remember to say hello for me."

Zhao Ran, "..." What a cruel uncle!

Liao Ting folded his hands together, and replied respectfully, "Uncle Master taught me that I was wrong."

Talking in a low voice, they walked through the alley, just entered the carved gate, and hadn't turned around the painted wall erected at the gate.

I heard a scream, "Ah!!! Is there anyone, is there anyone, help!"

Zhao Ran looked up and saw a girl in a yellow dress hanging on the thick ginkgo tree in the yard.

Her hands and feet were bound by the swaying branches, and she was still struggling and twisting her body, trying to break free from the restraint of the branches.

But that tree has grown for an unknown number of years. It has luxuriant branches and leaves, and there are faint red lines on the edges. It looks particularly dangerous.

The more she struggled, the tighter she was tied up, and there was no way she could get out.

Seeing them approaching, joy appeared on her pretty face, "Help! Help me!"

The words of request are spoken in the mouth, but the attitude is more like an order.

So she yelled, and no one listened to her at all.

Looking at the branches scurrying like snakes, Zhao Ran was startled, not daring to ignore the things in this house.

He looked at it and asked, "What is this?! Isn't it a tree? Why can its branches still move?"

He stopped and looked at the tree, and then at the girl hanging on the tree.

He explained to them in a low voice, "This ginkgo tree is the famous ghost tree in the atrium. About 70 years ago, in the war-torn era, a large number of robbers broke into this house in order to seek money.

All 23 masters, servants, men, women, and children in the house at that time were killed, and their bodies were buried under this tree. It is said that the ginkgo leaves on the tree were red and bloody. color.

Later, this ginkgo tree became a ghost tree. Whenever a living thing passed by it, it would be dragged into the soil without hesitation, and its flesh and blood would turn into fertilizer that nourished the roots and leaves. The whole yard was surrounded by its branches and leaves. within the envelope of the roots. "

Zhao Ran was a little surprised, "But why doesn't it attack us?"

"Oh." Liao paused and smiled, looking at the girl in yellow who was tied to the tree, "The ghost tree is agile, powerful, and even more powerful, and it is invincible here.

But it has an obvious feature, that is, it only attacks a single target every time. Now that its target is that lady, we will be safe and can go directly from here. "

"Hey!"

The girl who was hung on the ghost tree was furious and yelled at them, "I'm calling for help, can you hear me, hurry up and get me down!"

She was about to be dragged away by the ghost tree!

Are all these people blind, can't see that she is hooked by the ghost tree, is it very dangerous? !

He was still beeping, discussing the origin of the ghost tree!

He didn't mean to save her at all, what kind of people are they, who actually refused to save her!

Zhao Ran, "..."

He glanced at the girl in the yellow skirt on the tree, with an innocent expression on his face, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I really didn't hear anyone calling for help."

The girl stared at him from the tree, "Are you deaf?! I shouted for a long time."

"Oh." Zhao Ran looked at her with a smile, "Are you calling for help? I didn't see it. I thought you were singing an opera with your attitude, and you were about to leave."

"Ask for help like a beggar. Didn't your parents teach you? Miss."