Here Lies The Wicked

Creak... Creak...

The sound of the door being gently closed again and again seemed to be the door being blown by the wind.

Fang Zheng opened his eyes.

"Li uncle and Aunt zhou, have you been quiet at the door for too long?"

Fang Zheng silently calculated in his heart that he had not heard the two of them for almost ten seconds, which immediately alerted him.

Now in this increasingly strange mountain village, any bit of wind and grass can affect the tense nerves.

Fang Zheng stood up.

His face was solemn and sonorous. He pulled out the Ghost head knife, which had been hidden in the scabbard behind him, and a one-meter long aura burned like a gray flame.

Creak, Fang Zheng gently pushed open the bedroom door. It was dark outside. It seemed that Li uncle and Aunt zhou couldn't bear to turn on the lights. The whole house was dark and quiet.

Fang Zheng tried to turn on the light.

As a result, after several attempts, all the lights in the house seemed to be out of order. None of the lights turned on, and Fang Zheng's breath froze.

He fell to the ground without a sound, carrying a Ghost head knife, and began to approach the door without a sound.

Whoosh.

A gust of wind poured into the house. The door was creaked and creaked by the wind. This was where the noise came from. Unexpectedly, there was no sign of Li uncle and Aunt zhou at the door, only darkness outside.

There seemed to be no moon tonight. There wasn't an inch of moonlight on the ground outside the house. There was only darkness and silence.

There was no sound of insects, birds, or dogs barking in the countryside.

Fang Zheng's eyes stopped at the door frame. There was nothing there. Fang Zheng clearly remembered that there was supposed to be a rooster hung by Aunt zhou.

Because Fang Zheng saw Li uncle's new nail on the door frame.

Fang Zheng's face changed slightly. He immediately thought of the night Widow ma disappeared, and the rooster hanging on the doorframe of her house disappeared just like today.

Whoosh.

Another cold night wind poured into the house from the door. Fang Zheng, holding a mouthful of Ghost head knife in his hand, stood motionless inside the door, holding his breath. He was listening attentively to all the wind around him, looking for Li uncle and Aunt zhou.

Li uncle and Aunt zhou were missing for almost a minute, and their lives were in danger at any moment.

At night, the wind was so strong that the dark shadows of the trees in the mountains swayed and swayed, like numerous ghosts with their teeth and claws flapping. The distant mountains, near trees, jungles, and houses were all like black ghosts that remained motionless and dormant. This night, it was too quiet.

Click... Suddenly, the sound of a branch breaking was especially harsh in the quiet night.

"Who!"

Fang Zheng tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife. Just at that moment, a figure ran past a few meters away and immediately hid in the dark.

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes. He was alone, not carrying or carrying anyone else. He did not rush out of the house and chase after the dangerous and unknown darkness.

The experience at li peng's house made him cautious and not dare to take a wrong step.

Whether it was just resentment that could hurt his god, he almost capsized in the gutter that time. This time, even the weirder and wider range of ghost attacks made him afraid.

Whoosh.

The cold night wind poured back into the house again, as if it had curled up like a withered leaf in the room, and then blew towards Fang Zheng, who was standing motionless at the door, crunching...

The door was gently rustled by the wind and was about to close. Fang Zheng raised his hand against the door that was about to close. When he pushed the door open again, Fang Zheng's eyelids jumped heavily.

A figure of a wet woman stood at the door at some point in time.

His eyes were sunken, his face was pale and bloodless, and he was wearing a plain white dress with long, wet, knotted black hair draped over his shoulders. At this moment, his whole body was wet, and drops of water were dripping down the corner of his skirt, quickly forming a dark puddle of water on the soil beneath his feet.

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped. Have you seen my child..." The woman opened her mouth, and the water dripped from her body.

In fact, the village head had already given an answer.

The village head's accurate answer was: "It may be raining heavily, the child went into the mountain to hide from the rain, you went into the mountain to look for it."

Wrong answer prompt: "I didn't see it."

However, all of this was based on the premise that the village head did not deceive, but if not only was the landslide a ghost hit the wall, and even the village head a part of the ghost hit the wall, then this so-called accurate answer, whether there is a misunderstanding?

Fang Zheng was not sure whether the village head was real, whether the village gate was real, and whether everything he saw was real. Under so many unknown factors, Fang Zheng obviously would not believe the so-called correct answer.

Fang Zheng suddenly thought of the urban legend of the crack girl.

"Am I beautiful?"

Beautiful answer: out!

The answer is not pretty: out!

In any case, as long as she answers through the crack in the woman's brain, no matter what the answer is, she will die from head to toe...

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped. Have you seen my child..."

The woman repeated.

Fang Zheng: "People can be as humble as dust, but not as twisted as maggots."

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped. Have you seen my child..." The woman repeated it for the third time, her voice so calm and lifeless that it was strange.

It seems that it is not feasible to persuade ghosts to do good, or is it too artistic for ordinary people (ghosts) to understand?

Fang Zheng thought for a moment and said, "Good people can open up the soft corners of their hearts, good people can open up the soft corners of their hearts quickly, and bad people can open the soft corners of their hearts often. What kind of people are you?"

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped. Have you seen my child..." The woman repeated for the fourth time, still dripping with water.

It seems that chicken soup with a rhetorical question is not feasible...

Fang Zheng: "You know, the sun we saw was eight minutes ago; the moon we saw was one three seconds ago; the building a mile away was five microseconds ago; even if you were a meter away from me, I saw you three nanoseconds ago. What we see is the past, and everything will be the past."

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped. Have you seen my child..." This was the fifth time a woman had repeated herself.

Fang Zheng had a black line on his forehead.

He's hopeless.

To try to reason with a woman, the only reason in this world is that you can never talk to a woman about winning and philosophy of life.

A cold sweat dripped from Fang Zheng's forehead as he faced the empty gaze of the woman opposite him.

His mind was racing to find out if there were any other answers.

Waiting for an accurate answer online.

But Fang Zheng was soon frustrated to find that his brain cells were almost drained and there was no more ink left in his stomach.

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped. Have you seen my child..." The sixth time, the woman looked at Fang Zheng and her voice rang out calmly again.

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