When someone with depression enters the horror game

Shen Lian slowly opened her eyes and stood up holding the memorial tablet.

Little child laughs happily.

"Lian Lian, I've caught you! It's your turn to catch us! Hey, what's that piece of wood you're holding in your hand?"

Shen Lian smiled subconsciously, and said, "It's nothing, you go and hide."

Just as the child was about to speak, the door of the room opened.

A woman with a lady's hair came in with a broom, and saw her son standing in a wooden box holding a tablet.

She froze for a moment, with shock in her eyes, and more anxiety.

Then she swung the broom and hit Shen Lian.

Shen Lian was stunned.

what's the situation?

She rushed up and overturned the tablet in Shen Lian's hand, pulled Shen Lian out of the room, and began to cry: "What evil have I done!"

Shen Lian was even more confused.

"Isn't it hide-and-seek? That kid is still in the house."

The woman's crying stopped abruptly, as if the pause button was suddenly pressed.

She rushed over and locked the door of that room, knelt down on the ground with a "plop", and hit the ground with her forehead.

"Second boy, my Lian'er has no grievances or enmities with you. If you have any grievances, don't look for him, you can look for me!"

Shen Lian stood aside, grabbing the patched and dusty corner of her clothes, looking at the woman who looked like a lunatic with empty eyes.

After kowtowing, the woman insisted on dragging Shen Lian out the door.

Turn around and go to worship the sorceress.

There were colorful feathers on the witch's head, messy paint on her face, humming a strange tune, pouring unknown water on Shen Lian's body.

Then the woman smashed Shen Lian's head to the ground, worshiped the glaring god, and burned incense.

Before leaving, he stuffed a handful of incense money into the merit box, and carried back a handful of grapefruit leaves.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, who let this bear see the second child who suffocated to death because of that hide-and-seek getting into the wooden box a few years ago.

Shen Lian was still dumbfounded when the woman held her hand.

The moon rose to the top of the head again, and the woman had worked hard all day, and had already fallen into a deep sleep, snoring lightly.

Shen Lian sat in the yard blankly.

A cold hand covered his eyes.

Shen Lian didn't respond.

Those hands let go of Shen Lian's eyes.

Painted Skin Ghost blew cold air on Shen Lian's ear, and softly touched the collarbone with bite marks.

"Don't make trouble." Shen Lian turned her head.

This face is still very immature.

"What are you thinking about? I'm in a daze. I've been fascinated by some little fairy?" She lowered her voice.

Shen Lian replied: "I was wondering who died..."

"Who's dead?" The Painted Skin Ghost circled under the moonlight, clad in a cold silver light, it was extremely glamorous.

"The king is dead." She smiled.

Wang already knew that she was not a good thing.

After all, there is no such beauty in the world, either a ghost or a fox.

And her clumsy and artificial acting skills that make people see through at a glance.

But what can be done?

That was his beloved girl, although the love came out of nowhere.

"When was the last time you saw Zheng Qing?" Shen Lian asked.

"I don't know."

Shen Lian's eyes became focused, and she stared at her: "Didn't he go to the teahouse?"

"Well, maybe." She straightened her hair.

Shen Lian grabbed her wrist suddenly: "Is that concubine dead!"

Painted Skin Ghost said slowly, "Why are you so concerned about that woman's life?"

Shen Lian gritted her teeth and said every word: "Is he dead?"

Painted Skin Ghost bit his lip and smiled lightly: "No."

Shen Lian sat paralyzed on the ground, like a puppet whose string was cut off.

This time there was no light in his eyes at all.

Painted Skinny looked at him.

These two people were full of weirdness. She didn't kill the concubine, just to test them. Although she didn't know it yet, she felt that she had done something extraordinary.

Shen Lian stood up and took out the fire pocket from under the stove in the house.

He lit the tablet on fire.

"What are you doing?" Painted Ghost looked calm.

"If you don't keep your word, this tablet will naturally be burned."

Painted Skin Ghost laughed sarcastically: "Little Master, are you keeping your word again? Do you really think that my concubine is a fool? Peach wood memorial tablet! Who uses peach wood to ward off evil spirits and suppress evil as a memorial tablet!"

Who is not full of colorful intestines?

He sincerely said that people are scarier than ghosts, and they are lying to ghosts.

Her smile became more and more beautiful and arrogant, like a blooming poppy: "It just so happens that I got a Taoist talisman before, and Taomu and Huo can't do anything to me."

A gust of wind blew by, and she suddenly disappeared.

Shen Lian stood there blankly, like a puppet.