Chapter 32: Ask the world, what to hate, teach life and death 3

A Yi has been fearless since he was a child. He dared to reach out and fish for a ball in the snake's hibernation hole. He dares to climb the tree that adults on the edge of the cliff dare not climb, but he is always so lucky. There has never been an accident. His parents were scared at the beginning. Later, they got used to it when they saw a lot. In addition, they gave birth to a younger brother. Don't care much about him.

On this day, Jianghu Langzhong, who passed by the village, treated the old man's cough at Grandma Zhao's house next door. By the way, when he stayed for dinner, he told the children what he had seen and heard of wandering around. Speaking of what happened in a barren house a few miles away last night, even if he was well-informed, he couldn't help shrinking his neck and fighting a cold war.

"I didn't say a word of fake. It's all what I saw with my own eyes. It's not hearsay. Absolutely not. However, it's normal for you to suspect that I am also normal. If someone tells me that it's his own experience, I don't believe it! Humph!" Lang Zhong raised everyone's appetite, dug a few mouthfuls of rice, and then continued, "I was delayed by something last night, so I couldn't come to your village. I heard from the woodcutter that there was a house nearby that had been abandoned for many years, so I thought it would be okay to stay for one night, so I went. Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't listen to the advice. The house is simply a ghost. In the middle of the night, a ghost will push the door in. It scares me to death!"

Not only the children, but also some women with soles gathered around to hear any exciting stories.

"I pushed the door and entered the house. In fact, it's a little dark. There's nothing to be afraid of. I turned around in it, and there were not many houses. Although there was a kang, there was a thick layer of dust. On the contrary, a room like a study was quite clean. There was a pear wooden throne, a little wet, but it didn't matter. I planned to deal with it there all night.

I don't know whose woman heard this and couldn't help laughing: "You are sleeping in the ghost's nest. If there is dust everywhere, it will be clean."

Lang Zhong patted his head and said sadly, "Sister, if I were so smart and ran away on the spot, how could I wait for the master to come to me?" He licked his lips and said with eyebrows, "I just lay down like this. I slept for about an hour. In the middle of the night, I heard the creaking door, and it was a little cold. I wondered if the door was blown open, so I opened my eyes and planned to get out of bed. Guess what I saw?"

Everyone shook their heads together, and only Ah Yi shouted, "The female ghost in white!"

"No! It's right that it's in white, but it's a male ghost. It's absolutely right to have a beard," Lang Zhong proudly corrected. "At first, I thought it was a passer-by like me, so I said hello. I said, brother, you didn't find a place to live on your way. Come on, let's squeeze in. As a result, he told me that I didn't sleep, and then he went to the desk and took the pen as if he was drawing something. I thought that maybe he was homeless and lived here for a long time without me to entertain him, so he fell asleep again.

"When I woke up the next day, I found that I was sleeping on a pool of blood, and my clothes were all dyed red. I was so scared that I rushed out of the broken house and even forgot my clothes. Later, a kind-hearted person accompanied me in and took it out. Looking at the blood stains on the throne, I only said that it was an injustice and told me to leave quickly. "

Everyone knows that there are many barren houses outside the village, but because there were other villages in that area, the relationship with this side is not very close. Everyone doesn't know the past of that house. They only know that there are ghosts and monsters, and teach children not to get close. And the more so, the more curious the children will be, such as A Yi.

After listening to Lang Zhong's story, the other children were so scared that they shrank straight into their mother's arms. Only he opened his eyes and pestered Lang Zhong to ask and again.

Later, Lang Zhong left. A Yi squatted in the yard to feed the chicken. The idea of going to the barren house to see it swelled like fermented dough, and the pressure could not be suppressed. After dinner, he could go out. He hid a nest in his arms and lied that he had made an appointment with his friends to go to the old willow tree to fight for the king, but secretly The ground slipped out of the village and ran all the way to the barren house.

The barren house in the night was really a little scary, especially when Bai Genius listened to the horror story about it. A Yi felt a goose bump on his arm and was so excited that he couldn't wait to rush in directly.

"Be careful, there is a ghost." As he persuaded himself and tiptoed the door, he couldn't help looking around, touching here and there, full of curiosity.

It was not difficult to find the study that Lang Zhong said. Seeing that the sky was still early, he went to other rooms to grab it. It was exactly the same as described by Lang. There were tables and cabinets. It seemed that Lang Zhong did not make up stories and really came in. After walking around the roofs [empty] rooms where you can see the stars, A Yi returned to the study. Looking up, the roof here is intact and the windows are tightly locked. Not to mention the stars, it is not easy to leak a trace of wind in.

Because Lang Zhong reminded him, A Yi specially went to the desk to have a look. There were the four treasures of the study, but there was no painting of the male ghost in white mentioned by Lang Zhong. Probably take it away." He simply thinks so.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the yard, and A Yi quickly curled up and hid under the wide desk.

The door of the study was pushed open, and the white clothes floated into the room. Step by step, it was very slow and strong. It seemed to carry something heavy. A group of people carried straw at home and could see it.

When the man came to the throne, A Yi secretly poked out his head and found that his appearance was exactly the same as what Lang Zhong said. His hair was loose and his beard was shaky, but the difference was that he was holding a child in his arms. The clothes were probably a little sister. At most, he was ten years old, slept soundly, and was put on the throne without saying a word.

A looked at it without blinking, and saw the male ghost in white sitting on the edge of the throne, gently patting the sleeping little girl with one hand, reaching under the throne with the other hand, pulling out a cold and shining knife, and suddenly stabbing the little girl.

"......!!!" A Yi was shocked on the spot. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't move his whole body. He watched the flesh and blood splash on the throne not far away. The male ghost in white was like a murderous Shura. He chopped the little girl, threw down the knife and walked towards the desk.

When A Yi was about to think that he was found, the male ghost did not squat down and drag him out, but spread out a piece of paper and began to paint.

It was not until the sky dark that the Ming male ghost threw down the brush and left. After that, A Yi did not dare to move. He sat under the desk like a wooden stake. Fortunately, the family saw that he did not return all night and launched the whole village to look for him. Finally, they found the barren house and took him back.

After that, A Yi no longer dared to walk at night.