The sound outside the door was not loud. Wang Qing was sleeping deeply. He vaguely heard some movement, turned over and fell asleep again.
People sleeping in other rooms woke up.
It’s just that no one is a fool. At this night and with this sound, you know there is something wrong as soon as you hear it, and no one dares to open the door.
The sound knocked on all the doors, but no one came out, so he couldn't help but sigh.
"Oh - what a pity for a good show -"
His voice was extremely drawn out and his tone was high-pitched, half-masculine and half-female, very weird.
Just when everyone thought he was about to leave, they heard the sound of a gong, a high-pitched suona, and the mournful sound of the erhu.
The half-male voice began to sing:
"The years are spent in chaos and desolation, with no harvest, and people who are in a hurry and unable to leave the mountains and forests. Food that is far away and out of sight, and villagers who are crying and unable to survive."
"We are saddened by drought every year. The corn seedlings have withered and their ears are not blooming. There is no smoke from cooking stoves in the white spring. Every family has no rice or firewood."
"Skeletons are everywhere and no one has buried them. The wilderness has been devastated by this disaster. The bark and grass roots have been eaten away. The torture of these years is unbearable!"
"The children depended on each other with tears streaming down their cheeks, and the parents were corpses on the kang. The husband and wife were so kind as the ocean, how could they cook for each other across from each other?"
The lyrics are particularly sad and desolate, floating in the night wind through the door.
Fang Yajing kept the rules in mind, closed her eyes, and just pretended that the sound did not exist.
Something gradually changed in Wang Qing's house.
From the dark beams, a head slowly hung down.
Its body was covered with jet-black feathers, and its head—not so much a head, but a weird ball-shaped object made of bright red blood vessels.
Those blood vessels seemed to be alive, still beating, like a living heart, constantly pumping blood to support the body.
The thing noticed Wang Qing's presence and moved its head towards the bed.
The warm blood vessels touched Wang Qing's cheek, slowly secreting some shiny mucus.
It's like the saliva left unconsciously after catching a glimpse of delicious food.
Wang Qing felt a little itchy, so he stretched out his hand to scratch his cheek, and opened the blood vessel extending to his cheek.
"Huhu——"
The blood vessels continued to beat, reaching Wang Qing's face again.
This time, it's not just one.
All the blood vessels stretched towards Wang Qing, wrapping her up.
Wang Qing felt an indescribable heaviness in his body, and finally opened his eyes from his sleep.
It was pitch dark in the room and she couldn't see clearly.
I could only vaguely feel that there were several long, wet and slippery objects on my body that were constantly squirming.
snake!
Wang Qing realized this immediately.
He was so frightened that he jumped out of bed with a "ouch" sound.
Those blood vessels are still stretching towards Wang Qing.
Wang Qing grabbed the long strip that kept wandering around his body, pulled it off with all his strength, threw it to the ground, and stepped on it hard.
She is too afraid of snakes.
While shouting "ouch", he closed his eyes and stamped his feet hard.
terrible!
terrible! !
I should have thought of it a long time ago. How could there be no snakes, insects, rats, and ants in this kind of rural countryside?
Wang Qing felt regretful and resentful in his heart. If he had known earlier, he would have agreed to the housekeeper to accompany him here!
Under her feet, the blood vessels squirmed with difficulty, and then burst when they were stepped on.
Warm blood splashed on Wang Qing's kick.
The thing let out a sharp wail, mixed with Wang Qing's scream, and it was impossible to tell who was who.
Wang Qing stepped harder, and blood had formed under his feet.
The thing quickly retreated to the rafters, shrinking into a ball in fear.
After an unknown amount of time, it finally became quiet.
Wang Qing stood in the darkness and panted slowly.
It scared her to death.
Fortunately the snake didn't bite her.
Just as he was about to go to bed, he suddenly heard the sound of singing and opera outside.
The voice of the opera singer first became distant and then became closer, becoming clearer and clearer, and finally stopped outside the door.
It seems that the opera singer is standing in front of his own door, separated by a door, with his mouth open and expressionless, singing to himself.
It's so late, is anyone still awake?
Wang Qing was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his stomach.
I haven't eaten anything all day long, and after exercising just now, I'm actually a little hungry.
At this time, Wang Qing finally remembered the rabbit he had brought into the village but had not yet eaten.
I almost forgot about it. If I don't deal with it in time, it will be broken.
Wang Qing walked towards the door.
The opera singer outside the door seemed to sense Wang Qing's approach and slowly stopped singing.
Separated by a door, although both parties cannot see each other, they can feel each other's presence.
Tan Yushi, who was in the next room, had heard the noise coming from Wang Qing's house as soon as Wang Qing's accident happened.
Damn it!
Tan Yushi realized that Fang Yajing must have noticed something when she and Wang Qing were changing rooms, which led to Wang Qing's situation tonight.
But he couldn't help Wang Qing, so he could only secretly hope that Wang Qing could survive this disaster.
As the sounds in Wang Qing's room quieted down, Tan Yushi just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of opera singing getting closer and closer.
At the same time, he also felt that the opera singer stopped outside Wang Qing's door.
Don't open the door, don't pay attention!
Tan Yushi frantically sounded the alarm in his heart, constantly praying that Wang Qing could escape this disaster.
In another room, Fang Yajing, who was huddled under the quilt, quietly raised the corners of her lips.
There was so much movement in Wang Qing's room. It seemed that the thing on the beam was working.
Now there is something strange inside the room and something strange outside the room. How will Wang Qing choose?
Fang Yajing was not sure what the strangeness inside and outside the room was, but as long as she could deal with Wang Qing, it was enough.
Who told Wang Qing to hear something he shouldn't have heard in the woods?
Even if there is only a small possibility that threatens herself, Fang Yajing will get rid of it.
The next moment, the sound of Wang Qing's room door being opened reached the ears of several people who were awake.
Wang Qing lifted the dead rabbit beside the door with one hand and opened the door with the other.
"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"
