Staring at the figure, Wang Ye silently drew out the Ghost Sword.
It's just that the figure didn't move at all, as if it couldn't hear or see, and its body was tightly hidden, like a child picking at the crack of the door.
After feeling that this guy had no intention of attacking, Wang Ye relaxed his body slightly and kept retreating.
The strange thing is that no matter how Wang Ye moves, the figure's head can accurately track Wang Ye's position and turn in Wang Ye's direction.
but...
He obviously has no eyes.
This feeling of being stared at all the time made Wang Ye very uncomfortable.
At this moment, the head suddenly fell to the ground without any warning.
The figure hurriedly walked out from behind the door, lay on the ground, and kept groping on the ground.
"Did you drop it..."
Wang Ye was thoughtful, looking at the head rolling to his feet, and suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked it.
The head drew a beautiful arc from the air, passed through the courtyard wall, and fell outside the Qin Mansion.
Outside the Qin Mansion.
A very thin figure with ulcerated skin came to the head at an extremely fast speed, picked up the head, and quickly slipped away without approaching the Qin Mansion.
As if aware that his head was getting farther and farther away from his body, the figure seemed a little anxious, expanding the search area and crawling in the courtyard.
But as if he was afraid of something, he didn't dare to step out of Qin's house.
The feeling of being spied on finally disappeared. Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and stopped caring about the headless figure, looking at the yard.
The courtyard is a bit dilapidated and has not been taken care of for a long time.
The stone table was covered with dust, but you could still clearly see through the dust that there were scratch marks one after another on it!
It seemed like someone had scratched it out with fingernails.
There were still faint traces of blood at the scratches, but they had dried up.
And logically speaking, if no one has cleaned it for a long time, the dirt in the courtyard should have been overgrown with weeds.
But it's very neat here, not even a hint of green.
Squatting down silently, Wang Ye carefully observed the soil and found that it was very similar to the soil in the ancient domain, and there was a faint smell of blood in it.
I just don’t know if there is something hidden deep in the soil.
There was no thought of testing, and there were only ten minutes left before three o'clock.
The Qin Mansion is not big, just a second-level house.
The largest building directly in front is the main hall, with east and west wing rooms on the left and right, and a servant's residence in the corner.
On the other side are the guest rooms.
The buildings are lined up in a row, but I don't have time to go to the backyard and take another look at the terrain now.
And I don’t know why, but when I look at the backyard, I always feel a palpitating feeling, as if there is something terrifying.
He glanced at the stone table and bench again.
Wang Ye was sure that the scene he saw in the boning knife at that time should be here.
Xiaosi should be sitting on the stone bench, holding a boning knife, picking off his own head?
But now, Wang Ye has some doubts again.
Is that head... really my face?
I kept thinking back to the scene at that time, and the face of the head became a little blurry again.
Finally, after staying up until 2:59, Wang Ye opened the door to the guest room.
The guest room was filled with the sour smell that comes from old bedding.
The area is not large, with just a bed, a wooden table and two wooden chairs inside.
A bronze mirror and a copper basin for washing your face.
It looks very simple.
It's just that there is a white silk tied to the beam of this guest room. A woman wearing a maid's clothes is hanging on the white silk, rolling her eyes, her body is completely festered.
A few insects could be vaguely seen squirming on the woman's body.
But strangely, it didn't emit that unpleasant corpse smell.
Outside the door of the guest room, there are also white cloths and white lanterns that are hung only after a death in the family.
But the bed quilt in the house is bright red.
It was incompatible with the heavy despondency outside and was full of absurdity.
Wang Ye looked at the corpse hanging from the beam, as if it was just an ordinary corpse!
But after so many years, the corpse was only half decomposed, and there was even flesh and blood. If there were no problems, then it would be a ghost.
What's a little puzzling is that the Qin family doesn't seem to be a wealthy family, but it's still quite wealthy.
In that era, rules were the most important thing.
How could a maid run into the guest room and hang herself?
Moreover, this house has been revealing a message, that is... there is a dead person in the house!
Still an important person!
Otherwise, if such a maid died, it would be buried with a roll of straw mat at best, and it would not be worth going to war.
He died then...
Who is it?
A mistress?
No coffin was found in the courtyard.
Could it be, in the main room?
Looking at the body on the beam again, Wang Ye did not put it down kindly, but sat on a wooden chair nearby to rest his mind.
The Qin Mansion became quiet.
Only the headless body was lying on the ground, still groping and making rustling sounds.
The post office told me not to leave the guest room before two o'clock in the morning. What does it mean?
Are you afraid of dying?
But at present, it seems that although the Qin Mansion is strange, it has not noticed any danger.
Time passed by and the sky gradually darkened.
For some reason, Wang Ye always felt that there seemed to be eyes watching him in the dark.
But when he looked at the female corpse in the beam several times, her eyes were closed.
As the sky gets darker, the guest room becomes darker.
However, since he got the cloth bag, Wang Ye prepared a lot of things, took out a few ordinary candles, lit them, put them on the table, and the room became bright again.
But the feeling of being watched is getting heavier and heavier.
Finally, Wang Ye couldn't help but get up, holding a candle, and kept searching in the room.
I searched under the bed, in the closet, one after another, but found nothing.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, that feeling of being spied on is so close!
Wang Ye held the candle, turned around, and found a hole on the bedside, about the width of his index finger.
He raised the candle and looked at the hole, but there was only darkness.
Is there no other space at the other end of the hole?
With doubts, Wang Ye took back the candle!
Suddenly, his body became a little stiff, and there was a chill in his heart!
That darkness may not be the wall, but...
pupil!
Someone has been staring at me in that hole!
For a moment, my hair stood on end!
