Chapter 11 House Demon

Li Gong of Changshan, the nephew of the imperial court. The house is so strange that strange things often happen.

One time, Mr. Li was reading in the hall. Suddenly, there was an inexplicable bench on the ground, which was flesh-red, delicate and smooth, and very delicate.

Li Gong thought, "This bench is so face-to-face. I don't seem to have seen it before." Curious, he approached and stroked it gently. The bench bent casually, concave and convex, and the softness was comparable to the skin.

Li Gong was shocked and walked away. As he walked, he looked back and saw that the bench moved on all four feet, like an animal walking. He swung into the wall.

Once again, Li Gong saw a wooden stick leaning against the wall. Jieze was slender. He went forward and held it with his hand. The wooden stick fell softly, arched and arched, bending and squirming. It crawled into the wall like a snake, and soon disappeared.

In the 17th year of Kangxi, Wang Jun, a scholar, came to Lifu to teach. At dusk that day, Wang Xiucai lit the lamp to wash his feet and was about to go to bed. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door. A three-inch-long little man walked into the house, walked around the house, and then left.

After a few, the little man came in again and held two small stools in his hand, which were about the same size as the toy grass stool woven by a village boy with sorghum rods. The little man put the bench on the ground and clapped his hands. Two dwarfs came into the house, who were only a few inches tall. They carried a coffin on their shoulders, about four inches long.

The two put the coffin on the bench and stood with their hands on their hands in silence, as if they were waiting for someone. Hearing this, a young woman brought several maids into the room, wearing filial piety clothes, with a hemp rope around her waist, wrapped her head in white cloth, covered her mouth with her sleeves, and sobbed and cried.

The woman is short, and her crying is inaudible, like a fly buzzing. Wang Xiucai looked on coldly. When he saw such a strange scene, he couldn't help but stand up his hair, and his whole body was as cold as frost. He shouted and wanted to run, but his knees were sore and soft. He didn't listen to him at all. Before he ran a few steps, he slammed and fell to the ground.

The servants in the house came to check when they heard the sound. The room was silent, and a group of villains disappeared without a trace.