Zhuo Zimo has been trapped in this room for several days.
There was no one else in the room but himself.
It's so dark that you can't tell the difference between day and night.
No matter how hard he tried, the door and windows would not open.
"Someone! Someone come and save me!"
He held the door open desperately, trying to make the people outside hear his cry for help.
"help me……"
The sound gradually became weak from the initial high pitch.
Slowly, he no longer had the strength to call for help.
It was pitch black inside and outside the door.
No one paid attention to him, only endless darkness and silence responded to him.
Zhuo Zimo felt that he was going to die soon.
Die in this dark room.
Unable to stand any longer, he collapsed on the ground, leaning against the door, and then slowly slid down.
Along with the sound of his whole body sliding to the ground, a very slight groan suddenly sounded in the room.
It's a woman's voice.
It was like the sound of a woman sobbing softly before crying.
This made Zhuo Zimo suddenly think of his mother.
I haven't been home for so long. How is my mother doing now? Will she cry like this woman because she misses her?
The sobbing in the room was faint at first, but soon grew louder.
The cry was intermittent, like the mournful cry of a nightingale, gentle and melodious, revealing deep sorrow.
The more Zhuo Zimo listened, the more she felt like his own mother. He couldn't help but speak out to comfort her, telling her to stop crying, or to tell himself why she was so sad.
But just as he was about to speak, a serious little voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Don't persuade her, otherwise you will be trapped and die here!"
The sound of a three- or four-year-old baby's milk squeaking, even a few words could not be pronounced accurately, and the word "death" was too sleepy to speak.
But the tone was very serious.
Zhuo Zimo became serious inexplicably after being said, and resisted the idea of speaking.
But then, the crying in the house became louder and louder.
To say that just now she was like a nightingale, fluttering.
Suddenly, like a broken string, there was a click, and the cry suddenly became louder, cold and biting, one after another, one wave higher than the other.
Zhuo Zimo began to be afraid.
He hugged himself tightly and covered his ears, trying to block out the crying from the outside world.
The little milky voice in my head sounded again, and the tone became more anxious: "Remember after me that all living beings are troubled, and all troubles are suffering. Troubles are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..."
Xiao Naiyin recited the Buddhist mantra with a firm tone. Even if he couldn't see anyone, Zhuo Zimo could not help but imagine the appearance of a little fairy girl with golden light shining all over her body.
He couldn't help but began to recite this passage: "All living beings are troubled, and troubles are all suffering... The visible is born from the invisible, the incompetent is born, and the something is returned to nothingness. The state is born from the heart."
The last word "生" fell to the ground, and with a loud bang, the dark door was suddenly broken by a golden light.
The crying in the room became louder and more pitiful. Later, it didn't even sound like crying, but like roaring, crying blood, and the sound of crying was loud.
Zhuo Zimo was soft-hearted, and his heart began to tremble when he was cried.
The door that was broken by the golden light didn't seem so attractive in his eyes at this time.
The woman's crying was so miserable. He wanted to ask her what happened? Why is it so sad?
But at this moment, the little voice in his head shouted angrily: "Zhuo Zimo, wake up! Hurry! Run out the door!"
Immediately, a bell sounded, and the echoes echoed, completely calling Zhuo Zimo back to his consciousness.
He calmed down, covered his ears, and ran straight towards the door——
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Apart from the evil look, seeing Zhuo Zimo finally running out of the house, Yuan Bao also lost all his strength and plopped down on the ground.
"Little Fairy Girl, you-" Achang hurriedly came over to help.
Although he didn't know what he had experienced in the illusion just now, looking at the sweat on the little fairy's forehead, he knew that this must be a cruel battle.
"Don't worry about me." Yuan Bao waved his hand weakly, pointed in the direction of the bed, and said, "Go and see if brother Zimo is awake?"
Yuan Bao also heard about this "weeping house" from Yu Xuanzi.
Today was the first time for her to see him.
Yu Xuanzi once told her that there was a man who liked ancient things very much, so when he was building his own house, he collected many ancient giant trees from different places to build his mansion.
But just as the house was about to be completed, water suddenly began to seep from the beams of the house.
It was just a little bit at first, but gradually it became more.
People who came to help build the house also said that they would always hear the sound of women crying in the middle of the night.
Later, people around him spread the news that this was an ominous sign and told him not to live in this house.
But this man didn't listen and moved into the house as soon as it was built.
Soon, he was found dead in the house.
It is said that when the body was discovered, the house was almost filled with water.
And that water is flowing out of the beams.
At that time, the neighbors felt something was wrong and asked Yu Xuanzi to deal with it. He didn't see what the specific problem was, so he used the simplest method, asking people to demolish the house and burn the two beams. .
Zhuo Zimo woke up leisurely, an hour later.
Yuanbao had already finished repairing his clothes and was sitting on the edge of Erhei's bed with his arms in his arms, a pair of beautiful eyes circling around him.
"Brother Zimo, are you awake?" Xiao Naituan smiled extremely sweetly.
He doesn't look like a master with golden light all over his body.
But Zhuo Zimo still immediately identified her with the serious little milk bag in the dream.
In addition to Yuan Bao, Zhuo Yan and Achang were also surrounded by the bed.
It was only after Zhuo Yan came back that he found out that he had rented a weeping house unintentionally, and his son almost suffered another disaster because of his negligence.
It was this little fairy from the Su family who came to save his life again.
After Zhuo Yan found out, he had mixed feelings. If it weren't for the fact that he represented the imperial court due to his official position and couldn't kneel down to someone without a title, he would have wanted to kneel on the ground and kowtow fiercely to Yuan Bao.
If it weren't for this little fairy from the Su family, Zimo's life would definitely not have been saved!
How should I thank her? !
"Er Hei, go!" As soon as Zhuo Zimo woke up, the soul gathering charm under the bed came into effect.
The three souls and seven souls in his body that had been scattered began to gradually return to their places.
Erhei is the last one.
Yuan Bao reluctantly touched his friend's little head in the end, and then threw it in the direction of Zhuo Zimo.
There was a flash of red light, and a shadow flashed into Zhuo Zimo's body.
Immediately afterwards, this clever young man who had not spoken a word fluently for many years and who was once famous in the capital, spoke.
He looked at the people surrounding the bed and said in a hoarse voice: "Dad, my child is unfilial. You have worked hard these past few years."
