Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"Brother, are you afraid?"

Lele's voice fluctuated from far away and nearer, as if it was in Ding Mu's ear, but also seemed to be at the end of the corridor.

The wind whistling in the dark corridor, Ding Mu felt that he seemed to hear the woman's crying and screaming, mixed with Lele's laughter, piercing into his ears together.

"Let me sing for you." Lele smiled, her voice was innocent and creepy.

"Nails, nails, nails, how many nails do you think I have? Not two, but three, just a small pinch."

The immature child's voice floated in the air, bringing a chill.

"Guess how many nails I have?" Lele suddenly whispered into Ding Mu's ear, and the cool air blew on Ding Mu's neck with spreading fear.

Ding Mu clenched the short knife in his hand, and suddenly thought of a question: Guan Yi's knife was still in his hand.

This dagger, which was less than arm's length, brought him courage, and he grasped it with confidence.

The knife was not retracted into the sheath, and the sharp blade was exposed, as if it could cut the air.

"Nails, nails, nails, how many nails do you think I have? Not two, but three, just a small pinch."

Lele sang loudly again, and the child's voice, which had not experienced the voice change period, echoed in the empty corridor, with the coldness of being far and near.

"Brother, guess how many nails I have?" Lele grabbed Ding Mu's hand, and it was that hand that held the knife.

Ding Mu suddenly had the urge to stab the knife into the child's body.

The impulse was so fierce that his arms became stiff, and he tried his best to control his hand so as not to stab the knife in.

It is not known whether Lele was really killed or just taken away by someone. If Lele is not just controlled by someone, his stabbing like this may lead to an irreparable ending.

He Chengming's family will soon be buried in this Yin mountain.

Ghosts and gods can kill without scruple, but he cannot.

No one really likes killing one's own kind.

If he really made a move today, he might never escape the shadow of Yinshan in his life.

"I guess... there are three." Ding Mu said with difficulty, his voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

"Why?" Lele's voice was suddenly far away, and she couldn't hear it clearly.

Because, "not two" and "is three", not two, but the answer "is" three, this is a play on words.

Ding Mu didn't know anything, so he was blind.

The answer is impossible to answer, it is impossible to answer in this life, and the answer is unknown, only blindness can answer the question like this.

Time seems to have passed for a long time.

Lele suddenly said, "Let's go."

Ding Mu turned around and left without hesitation, he was eager to know where Guan Yi had gone.

"Ding Mu!" Guan Yi's voice suddenly came from behind.

He paused, and almost couldn't control his body and wanted to turn around. Suddenly, he thought of a question. Now Guan Yi just told him his real name, and Guan Yi still doesn't know his real name yet.

The name Guan Yi knew was always the pseudonym "Ding Cheng".

It was Guan Yi who gave him the name.

So, he pretended he didn't hear it, and walked away sullenly. Various voices calling his name came from behind him, but he didn't turn his head or respond. We didn't know anything, and we didn't dare to ask.

After walking about a dozen steps, the lights suddenly turned on, and the corridor was brightly lit, without any dark and deep appearance.

"Ding Cheng." Guan Yi called him.

Only then did Ding Mu realize that Guan Yi was right next to him, and he had walked more than ten steps than when he came in.

"What's going on?" Ding Mu asked, feeling a little tired, it was a feeling of mental fatigue, maybe he should go to bed earlier.

"You're trapped, and you can't wake up." Guan Yi's face was calm, and there was worry in his eyes, "I still wanted to stab my heart with a knife, and the force was too strong. It's a pity that you stopped later."

Ding Mu looked down and found that for some reason, the direction of the short knife changed to point towards him.

In other words, if he didn't stop the thought of stabbing the knife just now, if he didn't let go of the urge to stab the knife, he might be stabbed to death by himself.

He collected himself and turned to look at the stairs. There were no children there, it was just pitch black.

"That kid was also haunted." Guan Yi explained, "I knocked him out and sent him back to his room."

"Since when did I start doing this?" Ding Mu put the knife back into its sheath, a little curious.

"Since he called you." Guan Yi replied, "He called you by your name, and you are in a very dangerous situation now."

Ding Mu feels that this matter is a bit tricky now. As a rookie, he may be taken as an appetizer at any time by secretly peeping, and he may eat it raw without even cooking it.

"What should I do?" Ding Mu asked.

"Enjoy life for a few days, and make arrangements for what's behind you." Guan Yi looked serious.

Ding Mu: "..." I didn't expect you to be such Guan Yi.

"Okay, I'm just kidding," Guan Yi didn't hold back, and smiled. His supermodel handsome face, his smile can make a straight man stunned, "You stay in the room at night and don't walk around casually, don't agree to anything. Whoever calls your name from behind, don't open the door to anyone who knocks."

"Okay." Ding Mu nodded, thinking that this is still very easy.