ghost stories

As soon as it was dark, Wu Changfeng locked the gate of the courtyard. At night, Mrs. Qi returned to the ghost, so Zezhi would not be allowed to slip out.

Today, after Zezhi took Mrs. Seven's shoes off the second girl's feet, he couldn't recover. Zezhi was so bold that he always knew that if he changed to another house, he wouldn't bother thinking about it, but the shoes were thrown away. When entering the fire, the rising green flame really made him break out in a cold sweat.

"You don't dare to be so reckless anymore! It's fine for others, this is Mrs. Seven's belongings, how dare you burn it!" Wu Changfeng lowered his voice when he said Mrs. Seven, and pushed Zezhi into the West Room , took a big lock to lock the door, and finally went around the house, seeing that it was really impossible to get out, so I went back to my house with peace of mind.

As soon as he entered the house, the second girl called out from the yard: "Zezhi! Come out, I'll bring you some snacks!"

After shouting this loudly, Wu Changfeng felt relieved, the second girl is fine, maybe this thing was burned by Zezhi before it reached her upper body, thinking of this incident, Wu Changfeng felt restless again.

"Don't eat." Zezhi replied in Westinghouse.

The second girl yelled a few more times, but Zezhi stopped making a sound, so she reluctantly left.

When night fell, Wu Changfeng lit the lamp and took it to the west room. He saw Zezhi lying on the bed and staring at the beams in a daze. Seeing Wu Changfeng coming in, he didn't move. He just asked, "Will you light the lamp now?"

"Light it on, it's time to go back to evil today," Wu Changfeng put the lamp on the desk, "Don't make any noise, and let me rest easy, this old bone won't last two days , let me live a peaceful life."

"The day the Seventh Wife died," Zezhi sat up and stared at the lamp on the desk, "The lamp is off."

Wu Changfeng was really taken aback by this surprise. He turned around and slapped Zezhi on the back. He couldn't calm down after thinking about it, so he raised his hand and gave him another slap: "Why are you talking so much! Sleep!"

Zezhi didn't make a sound, and lay back.

Wu Changfeng locked the door of the Westinghouse with trembling hands. When the Seventh Wife stopped, Zezhi must have been watching from the sidelines, but he didn't notice it!Ever since Xiao Zezhi was willing to play in the Qi family's courtyard, he could also play with a few young masters, but since something happened to the Qi family, he refused to allow Zezhi to take another step into the Qi family, and he still couldn't help him.

He didn't sleep well that night, Wu Changfeng had something on his mind, and he was still thinking about Zezhi, he tossed and turned for half an hour, and he got up just after dawn.Opening the door of the Westinghouse, seeing Zezhi still lying on the bed with his shoes where they were last night, knowing that he did not go out that night after all, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll go take a look at the old house." Wu Changfeng said, and went out without caring about breakfast.

Zezhi heard the courtyard door closed, got up, just put on his shoes and went to the courtyard, and saw Wu Changfeng come back with a pale face.

"Didn't you go to the old house..."

"Let's go later," Wu Changfeng closed the door, stared at Ze Zhi for a while, and then said, "It's unlucky, I ran into someone carrying a filial piety flag just outside the house, so I'll go back."

Seeing that his face was pale, Zezhi looked out of the courtyard door, but he didn't see the person carrying the flag, nor heard the sound, and wondered: "Where did the filial piety come from?"

Turning around, I saw Wu Changfeng just going into the house, muttering as he walked: "I haven't slept well all night, I can't open my eyes now, I'll go for a while... How come I run into someone carrying the flag of filial piety when I go out... Evil..."

Seeing Wu Changfeng enter the house, there was no sound as soon as the door was closed. Zezhi opened the courtyard door and walked out. At the end of the alley, there was only a bearer selling sugar. How could there be any sign of carrying the flag of filial piety?

"Didn't you rush to see what the hell is going on?" Zezhi turned back to the courtyard and knocked on the door, "What kind of sleep are you going to sleep here? Did you sleep soundly?"

Seeing that Wu Changfeng didn't agree, Zezhi slapped the door twice, and fell asleep?If he knocked on the door like this on weekdays, he would definitely scold him in the room.Ze Zhi felt that something was wrong, so he kicked open the door and rushed in.

Wu Changfeng lay on the bed with his clothes on, eyes closed.

"Father?" Zezhi called out, his heart sank, he walked over and took a closer look, but he couldn't see anything unusual.

So he put his hand under Wu Changfeng's nose, and almost shouted out - Wu Changfeng had already died.

Wu Changfeng knew in his heart that the Qi family's affairs had something to do with Xie Sha, and he used to hide from left to right before, but he didn't dodge in the end.

Zezhi knelt down in front of the bed. He knew that Wu Changfeng was not his own father. He remembered how Wu Changfeng had treated him in the past ten years, which was no worse than his own father.Seeing Wu Changfeng suddenly disappear under his nose, his heart was overwhelmed, he felt that he couldn't breathe, he coughed violently, coughed twice, his chest felt tight, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He stood up, wiped the corners of his mouth, turned around and went out, locked the room, and went straight to the Qi family's old house without making a fuss.He didn't see the person who carried the banner of filial piety, but he was clear in his heart, and this matter must be tied to Huisha.

Zezhi stood outside the Qi family's old house, and the weeds on the wall were two feet high.Pushing open the courtyard door, it is also a dilapidated scene. The courtyard that has been entered these few times has long been deserted, and the further you go in, the more desolate it becomes.

When we walked to Mrs. Seven's side courtyard, there was a layer of fallen leaves on the ground, which made a rustling sound when stepped on, adding a bit of desolation to the small courtyard.The ground in front of the door has been cleaned, and a thick layer of ashes has been scattered, presumably for the preparations for returning to the evil spirit last night.

Zezhi stepped forward and saw two rows of footprints on the ashes with just one glance.These two lines of footprints entered and exited clearly, but Zezhi gasped when he looked closely.

It is reasonable to see footprints on the ashes, but these footprints are unusual.

These are two lines of bloody footprints!

Zezhi bent down, stretched out his hand to pinch some bloody ashes, put it under his nose, a bloody smell rushed into his nose, he frowned, it was undoubtedly blood, but if it was the Seventh Wife, Then this footprint is a bit strange.

Zezhi stood next to the footprints and stretched out his feet for comparison. The footprints were clearly left by a man.

"This is Blood Fiend." A voice sounded from behind.

Ze Zhizheng was staring at the footprints on the ground with all his attention, he didn't notice when there was another person behind him, he suddenly heard someone talking, he was so startled that he took a step forward before turning around.

Standing behind him was a man dressed strangely. He was dressed in black and even covered his hands. The cloak with a hood blocked most of his face. Only his mouth and chin could be seen vaguely. He could only tell that he was a young man. .

"Wu Changfeng's fate has not come yet," the man said, "If you want to find out, go to the Seventh Young Master's grave."

After that, the man turned around and left the yard.Zezhi was confused by what he heard, so he chased after him, but the man disappeared in a short time.He stood there dumbfounded. This person said that Wu Changfeng's fate was not yet reached, so he knew that Wu Changfeng was gone, but he didn't alarm others before he went out. How did this person know?

But the man disappeared after leaving only one sentence. Zezhi looked back at the two lines of bloody footprints and gritted his teeth.Where the Seventh Young Master is buried, no one else knows except Master Qi and Wu Changfeng, but he knows that he played with the Seventh Young Master since he was a child, and the Seventh Young Master is gone, so he naturally wants to secretly follow to see where he is buried.

The grave of the Seventh Young Master is in the corner of the mountain behind the Qi family's old house, on the side facing the sun. It is the place Liu Daochang picked, and it is said that it can restrain evil spirits.

When Zezhi ran to the grave, the man in black was standing on the grave.

"You..." Zezhi was speechless for a moment.

"Let's dig." The man pointed to the ground, and Zezhi looked in the direction of the finger, and there was a shovel on the ground.

Let him dig the seventh young master's grave?Zezhi was quite taken aback by this surprise. Stealing graves and digging graves is such a sin. He knew that this would not only allow him to dig the grave, but also the seventh young master's grave!

Seeing that he didn't move, the man sneered, "Don't dare?"

"There has to be a reason. I don't know you either. If you tell me to dig it, I will dig it?" Zezhi replied coldly without moving.

"Are you afraid of offending your young master?" The man didn't look at him, "What if I say this grave is empty?"

Cold sweat broke out on Zezhi's forehead, and he couldn't calm down at every word of this man. Wu Changfeng didn't explain the death of the Seventh Young Master to him in detail, but only said it was a serious illness. He was not allowed to ask more questions, but he met the day before. Seventh Young Master, if it's really a serious illness, how can you take him around the yard.

Zezhi took the shovel, shoveled it into the soil of the grave, and closed his eyes, "Seventh Young Master, I'm sorry, if Zezhi is really wrong, just come and take me away."

Because the burial was hasty, the grave was not dug deep, and the soil was not filled. After less than an hour of digging, the coffin was revealed.Zezhi stopped his hands, and there were a few talismans stuck on the coffin, and he couldn't tell what was drawn on the talismans.

"Open." The man in black stood by the pit.

Zezhi gritted his teeth, and thrust the shovel under the coffin lid with all his strength, and then sled it down, only to hear a "click", and the coffin lid broke in two.He bent down to hold the broken coffin lid, lifted it up violently, collected himself, looked over slowly, and with an ah, his legs softened, and he sat on the bottom of the pit.

The coffin is empty.

Lu Yuan touched the pendant on his neck. He didn't know how to answer Peng Anbang. Peng Anbang didn't know about his past, so naturally he couldn't understand that he didn't know the origin of this thing at all.

"I don't know, I've been wearing it for as long as I can remember." He thought for a while, and the answer was correct, no matter when he remembered it, as long as he could remember it, it was already hanging around his neck .

"What is this? A stone?" Peng Anbang held the pendant and wondered, "If it is a stone, I have never seen this kind of stone. What kind of material is it? How about I take it for you to test."

"No need." Lu Yuan was suddenly a little uneasy, grabbed the pendant, and stuffed it back into his collar. For some reason, when it came to taking this thing away, he felt very uneasy, "Why do you keep studying it?" Well."

"Only this thing on you looks interesting, how about you tell me what the mirror spirit really wants."

Lu Yuan thought for a while, took out the pendant and looked at it again, his heart moved: "You take a photo."

"I can't detect the material from the photos..."

"It's not the material, it's the shape." Lu Yuan stared at the pendant. It had been on him for so many years, but he had never thought about what it was. Only now did he feel a little strange, "Look carefully, this It's not a rock, it's a... bottle."

Standing in front of the window, Meng Fanyu suddenly felt dizzy, and his eyes were blurred. He reached out to hold the window sill, panting heavily, turned around and leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down to the ground, closing his eyes and panting heavily. .

It took a long time for his breathing to return to normal. He lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand. The black messy lines were slowly fading away, and a helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you happy? I may really be too late."