Chapter 228 Haunted House

"Oh? Then I'll come out and get it." Ximenqing stood up and walked to the door again and took the tray.

"Master, what else can I do for you?" The man stood at the door with a look of anxiety. Ximenqing could see that there seemed to be half of what the clerk was afraid of in the room, and he instinctively avoided it.

"Oh. It's nothing. You can go. By the way, when your big teapot comes back, tell him that I'm waiting for him. Ximen Qing made an order.

"Don't worry about this. When the big teapot comes back every day, it goes directly to his room and doesn't stay in the pavilion. Of course, there is nothing wrong with the pavilion at this time. You eat, I have something else to do." The man bowed and was about to leave.

Ximenqing stood in the door. His eyes did not look at the man's face, but at the ground, to be precise, at the man's toes. He found that when the man was talking, his toes began to turn to the right, which meant that the man wanted to escape at any time. In broad daylight, is this guy still afraid of ghosts? Is there a ghost in the room of the big teapot? Just kidding, how can there be ghosts in this world?

Ximen Qing thought of this and waved boldly. Go down."

The guy seemed to have been pardoned and walked without looking back. He almost trotted and quickly disappeared around the corner. Ximen Qing held the tray and returned to the room of the big teapot for the second time and sat on the cold chair. He put the tray on the table and looked at the food carefully. Things are very simple. Two steamed buns, a bowl of soy milk, and a dish of small dishes are indeed a little rough as the clerk said, but for some hungry Ximenqing, this is a pretty good diet.

He broke a small piece of steamed bread and put it in his mouth and chewed it. The steamed bread was still hot. Obviously, it was just out of the pot. It seemed that the man's hands and feet were also relatively sharp. Thinking of this, Ximen Qing picked up soy milk and took a gentle sip. The temperature of soy milk was warmer than steamed buns. These two warmth also warmed Ximen Qing's mood and warmed his appetite again. Ximen Qing picked up his chopsticks and ate them with a small dish.

It didn't take long for two steamed buns to be eaten. When Ximenqing was about to pick up the other, he was surprised to find that he was a little full. No, it should not be said that he was full. Ximenqing was not a big-beasted man at his level, but after all, he was a man and did have some food. It was not enough to eat half a bowl of soy milk. However, today, he suddenly found that he did not want to eat the remaining steamed bread without opening his mouth anyway. .

What's going on? After Ximenqing stopped eating, an instinctive resistance and worry climbed into his heart. His mind was full of the movements of the clerk just now, his panicked eyes, and the eagerness to leave. Is there really something inexplicable in this room? No, no, Ximenqing keeps telling himself that there are no ghosts in the world. Everything is actually because he doesn't understand it, just like the words behind Wu Da and on the saddle in his store. If he doesn't investigate in detail, he will also think that it is done by ghosts, but after the investigation, he will find that this is just some People use special means to create hallucinations to others.

Is there no mystery in this world...? Just when Ximenqing was extremely sure, he suddenly remembered what he saw in the yard of Wuzhai. Under the full moon on the night of November 14, those living corpses that teared life apart. At that time, Ximenqing was in such an environment and seemed to be so scared that he could not feel that it was really happening. Because of this, after the end of the incident, he instinctively avoided what happened on the evening of the 14th and never thought about the details. But now think about it, isn't it mysterious that the blood and horror are vivid in my mind? There is mystery in this world, maybe... there is also such mystery in this house.

Now Ximenqing understands why he can't eat, because of this kind of trembling. He can't even understand that this trembling is really because of the surrounding environment, but only his inner memories and some illusions. The more Ximen Qing tried to distinguish the authenticity, the stronger this feeling became. Finally, he was tortured by this feeling that he dared not move, or even dared not look back. He always felt that if he looked back, he would suddenly find a strange face or a red eye facing him.

rationally told Ximen Qing that this was an illusion, and there would be nothing behind it. But he just didn't dare to look back. Not only that, he didn't dare to eat the remaining half of the steamed bread. It's not that I'm full, but an empty stomach, filled with these thoughts, and can no longer hold the steamed buns and soy milk left on the tray.

At this time, Ximenqing faced the door of the big teapot room, and he felt that the sun was shining outside the door. The sun is shining on this small courtyard on the morning. Although it is the middle of winter, there are no flowers and plants in the yard to see, but the usual stones and rubble seem to be more fragrant than the most gorgeous flowers at this moment. But the world inside the door frame is dark and cold, and the window paper on the window of the room looks a little too thick. In any case, the low sun can't completely pierce its light through this seemingly thin barrier. There is only a little light that leaks the net, like a small fish that slips away from the net when fishing in the net. In the indoor air, the room is not as out of sight as the night, but how can this light be enough? How can this light dispel this heavy cold?

The longer Ximen Qing looks at the door of the room, the more warm and bright he feels outside, while the indoors are exactly the opposite. He was completely bound by fear. Now Ximen Qing did not even dare to move a joint. He was afraid that if he moved his fingers rashly, the big mouth of the blood basin behind him would suddenly appear and bite off half of his head. In the picture outlined in his mind, there is already the bone dregs of the big mouth that collapsed after penetrating his skull and his own brain and blood, saying what the hell is **. Ximenqing doesn't know how he sees himself from this angle. Is this the soul out of the body?

Ximenqing didn't even dare to turn his mind. He felt that there seemed to be a net around him, and every mesh in this net was an eye. These eyes penetrated his body and were looking at his anxious heart.