The house was empty.
No bed, no quilt.
The mountain village is particularly cold at night.
Luo Qingzhou held Xiaodie and sat down in the corner of the room, letting her sleep in his arms.
The little girl was frightened during the day, and she was already exhausted from climbing mountains and walking so much.
After mending his clothes, she snuggled into his arms and fell asleep.
The night wind outside the house moaned, making the branches and grass rustle.
In the mountain forest not far away, there are occasionally a few night owls calling out, which is particularly breathtaking.
Outside the window, a silver moon hangs in the night sky, appearing and disappearing in the dark clouds, like a sneaky eye peeking into the earth.
Luo Qingzhou didn't feel sleepy at all.
After the little girl fell asleep, he placed her on the robe spread on the ground, wrapped her tightly in the robe, then sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, meditated, and practiced internal skills and mental techniques.
After a few weeks, my whole body felt warm and comfortable.
The pain all over the body is gradually fading away, and the injured and cracked skin is slowly repairing.
The third watch of the day.
Suddenly there was a cat meowing outside the window.
Immediately, the window that could no longer be closed began to whistle, as if there was wind blowing in.
Luo Qingzhou opened his eyes and looked.
A black shadow suddenly appeared outside the window, standing there silently like a ghost.
I don’t know how long I have been standing there.
Under the moonlight, she gradually became clearer.
He had gray hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a weird smile on his lips.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her.
She also looked at Luo Qingzhou.
There was an eerie silence all around, except for the whimpering sound of the night wind.
"Meow--"
Suddenly a cat meowed.
Immediately, a wild cat passed through the black shadow and jumped on the window sill, looking into the house with cold fluorescent eyes.
And the figure standing in front of the window mysteriously disappeared.
It seemed that it was really just a shadow of nothingness. After being passed through the body by the wild cat, it shattered and disappeared without a trace.
Luo Qingzhou sat in the corner, looking at the wild cat on the window sill, without moving or speaking.
After looking at him for a while, the wild cat turned around and landed in the yard.
Immediately, he left from the collapsed courtyard wall.
At this time, the wind outside became louder and whining, as if someone was crying in the dark night.
The crying was shrill and intermittent.
Luo Qingzhou stood up and walked out.
After standing in the small courtyard and watching for a while, I walked out of the gate again. My heart moved. I turned around and suddenly saw a dark figure standing at the gate of a house heading towards the head of the village.
The night wind blew by, and the black figure hunched over, with white hair flying, slowly turned its head and looked at him.
Under the cold and dim moonlight, the black figure revealed an old face full of wrinkles and death spots, and the corner of his mouth still had the weird smile that had just appeared outside the window.
Luo Qingzhou's eyes narrowed and he walked over.
When he came closer, the figure had already entered the door and disappeared.
Luo Qingzhou stood at the door, looking at the decaying door, thinking about the scenes in the past, and walked in.
The small courtyard was overgrown with grass, as if no one had lived there for a long time.
The door to the hall was locked, and the iron lock was rusty.
The wooden door of the house next door was slightly ajar, and looking through the gap, something seemed to be shaking inside.
Luo Qingzhou paused in the courtyard for a while, then walked over and gently opened the door.
A rope hung from the beam in the room.
Hanging on the rope was a white-haired old man.
The old man had died of anger long ago, and his white hair fell down, covering his wrinkled cheeks.
The night wind blew in through the broken window, and the old man's thin and frail body swayed gently in the air.
The rope rubbed against the beam above, which was already fragile and made a creaking sound.
Luo Qingzhou knew this old man.
Her mother used to call her Aunt Shuizi, and Xiaodie came here to chat with her all afternoon during the day, and she also borrowed needlework from here.
The old man was lonely and had been lonely in the village for many years. Today, after chatting with a strange little girl all afternoon, he returned to his room and hanged himself?
She told Xiaodie that this place was haunted, and she was probably old and frail and approaching death, so she could see it.
For her, this may be a relief.
only……
Luo Qingzhou looked at the old man in front of him, thinking about the white-haired black figure he just saw.
Is that the old man's soul, going to say goodbye to them before leaving?
But why did he suddenly see it?
That strange book said that people with strong souls, or people who are old, or people who have been ill for a long time, or people who are about to die, can sometimes see ghosts and see things that they can't usually see. thing.
Could it be that during this period of time, he has been continuously taking the black liquid produced by the Sun and Moon Bronze Mirror, and his soul has become very powerful?
Or did the life-and-death battle during the day suddenly cause a qualitative change in his soul?
To be honest, he was a little scared when he suddenly saw the black shadow outside the window.
But curiosity and calmness soon defeated fear.
Don’t do bad things, don’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door.
Moreover, now that his energy and blood are strong, his spirit is strong, and his courage has naturally become greater, he should not be afraid of these ghosts who only dare to sneak out in the dark night.
The ghost should be afraid of him.
Luo Qingzhou thought like this and stepped forward to take down the old man's body.
"Woo..."
At this time, a dark wind suddenly blew outside the window, making the wooden windows rattle.
At the same time, a woman's cry really sounded outside.
Immediately, there were the sounds of men crying, babies crying, and old people crying, one after another.
A black shadow suddenly appeared on the low courtyard wall, and then floated into the courtyard. Its body twisted and swayed, its long hair fell to the ground, and it let out a "wuwu" cry.
Then, more black shadows appeared at the gate, on the courtyard wall, and in the small courtyard, twisting and swinging, with long hair flying, and whimpering.
It’s like a hundred ghosts dancing at night and a thousand ghosts crying at night!
Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, first took down the old man's body, put it on the bed, covered it with a quilt, then left the room and stood in the small courtyard.
The twisted and whimpering black figures in the small courtyard swayed even more crazily.
Gusts of dark wind swirled and flew around on the ground.
Luo Qingzhou clenched his fists, walked down the steps, and walked towards the ferocious twisting black figures.
Every time he took a step forward, the black shadows floated back a step, as if they didn't dare to let him get closer.
Luo Qingzhou sneered in his heart, and suddenly got into a stance and began to fight Thunder Fist in the courtyard.
"boom!"
A thunder suddenly sounded in the silent night.
"Woo——"
The dark wind rose violently, and the dark shadows that were dancing crazily suddenly whimpered in fear and fled in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, he ran away without a trace.
In the small courtyard, silence was restored again, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.
"Sure enough, the weak is afraid of the real, the yin is afraid of the yang, and the little ghost is afraid of the bold! If the blood is strong, the soul is strong, the courage will make you strong!"
"If a timid person encounters these ghosts while walking at night, he will not be able to see them with his eyes. He can only feel the gusts of wind beside his ears, chills on his spine, and fear in his heart. The more frightened he is, the weaker his soul and blood will be. The ghost becomes more and more arrogant... When you go back, you will definitely get a bad disease. If the treatment is good, you can still survive. If the treatment is not good and the spirit is too weak, you will have to fall ill and die... "
"Some people who are suffering from diseases, or the elderly, will see these haunting ghosts at night, and they may be close to death at that time... Once they are unable to strengthen their bodies, there may be no cure. Already..."
"Some ghosts died unjustly and are full of hatred, so they wander around and harm people..."
Luo Qingzhou thought about the records in the book, left the courtyard and returned to his residence.
Just as he was about to enter the house, he suddenly noticed a dark figure squatting on the collapsed courtyard wall.
The black figure was shrouded in black mist. The figure was more solid than the ghost I just saw. The face could not be seen clearly, but two slightly red eyes could be seen.
Luo Qingzhou took a look and suddenly heard its heartbeat.
[This human being is so scary, and his energy and blood are so strong, I can’t mess with him... Why is he looking straight at me? It’s impossible to see me... I should go back to practice...]
The black shadow turned around and drifted away.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, practicing?
His heart moved and he immediately followed.
