The Fierce Illegitimate Miss

I don't know where there is a cry of mourning, sometimes sour, sometimes stern, reverberating in the dark room, sounds very distinct.

This is not an illusion, nor a dream.

Yu Linglong slowly sat up, and the sedge on the side had already been frightened, and her teeth were shaking. "Miss...this is only two of us here!"

Yes, only their masters and servants, where did the crying come from?

In the mind of Yu Linglong, the little sly that Li Fengnian’s family brought last night suddenly appeared, with a look of fear.

How did she ignore this point, and if Li Fengnian’s heart was poisoning her, how could she let a little sister know the inside story?

If the little sister didn't know that the food was poisonous, why didn't he dare to enter the room?

There is only one answer, this Pin Lan Yuan has a problem!

In the ear, there was a faint cry from high to low, and it floated in the room, but it made it impossible to tell where the sound came from.

As a modern gangster, Yu Linglong certainly does not believe that there are ghosts in the world. All the ghost stories from ancient times to the present are just legends for her. If there is a ghost story in reality, then someone is there. Pretend to be a ghost!

It seems that this Ms. is really "good" for her. Not only is she poisoning the food she sent, but she also has to arrange a haunted yard for her. It is really a two-pronged approach, and she will not give up without killing her.

So it seems, during the day and beat her meal was too light!

The sound of crying with a crying voice rang around her: "Miss, let's leave here first, the slave is afraid..."

Yu Ling is cold and cold: "Leaving? Where are you going?"

In the middle of the night, do they have to live in the grass outside?

Weeding did not dare to speak any more, sobbing in a low voice.

Yu Linglong slightly frowns: "What are you crying? Is it not enough?"

The scribbles on the side bite the lips tightly and swallowed the cry.

The crying outside was still coming in unruly, and it seemed that they had to drill straight into their ears, mixing the louder and louder winds outside, and getting more and more sturdy.

Yu Ling took a quilt and got out of bed.

The weeds scared a big jump: "Miss, what are you going to do?"

Just listening to the crying has already scared people enough. What if you go out and meet the real body of a ghost?

Yu Ling went out without fear, and said with a deep voice: "I have to look at it, what is it that dares to come to my yard to blame!"

"Miss!" The grass was so shocked that he even forgot most of the fear, and quickly got up and followed Yu Ling.

"哗啦" sounded, Yu Lingling had opened the door, and the cold wind outside suddenly slammed into the room, blowing the moon white shirt on her body.

The mower slammed a slap in the face, and it was cold and scared, and he couldn’t help but shook his shoulders.

When the door opened, the bursts of sorrow suddenly fell, and the night wind did not know when it was getting bigger and bigger, getting colder and colder, and it was full of people's chill.

Under the faint moonlight, the yard looks like a black-and-white building. In the daytime, I look at the tall trees, the elegant bamboo forest, the delicate orchids, and now swaying heavily under the wind, projecting the strange shadow on the ground. It is as ugly as a thick ink. In the quiet little courtyard, it seemed more sullen in the middle of the night.

Yu Ling sneer, can't it be true?

"Small, miss, let's go back." The scribble was scared and cold, and he said.

The trembling tail is not over yet, and Yu Linglong has stepped out of the threshold and headed straight to the black courtyard.

It was helpless, but had to go up with the scalp. The big yard was their master and servant. She didn't dare to leave Yu Ling.

Going to the center of the yard, the ghostly crying gradually grew bigger, and it seemed to be able to devour the heart and lungs, which made people neither tolerate nor dare to listen.

With a cold scream, Yu Ling suddenly screamed: "What a sneaky dog ​​thing, what can you do in the dark? If you have the ability to **** to the aging mother!"

The scrawling scared almost fainted, and the ghosts of this kind of thing were avoided by everyone. Her lady was still screaming! ? Don't you be afraid that the ghost really comes out?

It seems that I heard the snoring of Yu Ling, and the cry suddenly raised a tone, it seems that it is about to break out!

Who knows that in a flash, the voice disappears.

The night wind gradually stopped, and the moon did not know when it was already hung in the hollow. The moonlight of the bright moon was unmistakably projected into the yard. Just now, the cold courtyard was still cold. A bang.

The only strange and terrible crying has disappeared, as if they had only had a nightmare.

"This..." The grass was stunned.

Looking at the horrified scribble, Yu Ling’s face showed a smile, and under the moonlight, her beautiful face was filled with faint silver.

"You don't know, will the ghosts be afraid of the wicked?"

It seems that he is ridiculously saying this sentence, Yu Ling will walk to the bedroom, leaving a scribble standing alone.

"Not coming back? Waiting for the ghost to catch you?"

Until I heard that Yu Ling yelled at her, the grass had returned to God and fled to Yu Ling.

"Miss, what happened in the end?" Looking at Yu Lingling, he went back to bed and covered the quilt. The shocked grass had the courage to ask this question.

Anyway, I couldn't sleep anymore. Yu Ling was very patient and patiently talking to Cao Cao: "You think about how the old woman would easily give such a good yard to live with us? There must be problems in this."

Or she was too underestimated, thinking that she gave Mux a little color, and Mu did not dare to act rashly. Who knows that he escaped the poisonous section, but he lived in the "haunted" yard.

This is also the jade and courage. If it is the original jade, I am scared to death in a few days.

The scribble suddenly realized, and then looked around subconsciously, with a little timid in his eyes: "That... is there really a ghost here?"

Yu Ling stretched out in a hurry: "Stupid girl, how can there be ghosts in this world? They are all living stories to scare themselves."

"What happened to the crying just now?" asked the grasslessly.

Yu Ling is silent. If it is modern, she can imagine 10,000 possibilities, such as someone placing a tape recorder in the dark, or watching a horror movie next door, but this is ancient, how can there be high-tech things?

"Maybe which one is wronged, hiding in the yard and crying?" Yu Ling said casually.

If I don't calm down this frightened little girl, I'm afraid she won't want to sleep all night.

"...maybe." Although there is a lot of skepticism about this somewhat far-fetched explanation, weeding does not dare to think about it anymore.

"Sleep." Yu Ling turned over and faintly said.

She turned over and she already had an idea.

In the end, who is in the ghost, she will soon know.