LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

The young master was obviously walking in front, so how could he make a sound from behind?

He was frightened in his heart and wanted to call someone, but he was afraid that the young master would be like him, so he took two steps closer to Zhang Mingqiao and patted his arm.

Zhang Mingqiao didn't understand why: "What's wrong with Han Sheng?"

Han Sheng's face was completely pale: "Master, I just heard you calling me."

Zhang Mingqiao was about to say whether you heard it wrong, but suddenly he remembered something, and his expression became solemn.

"You didn't answer?" he asked.

Han Sheng shook his head.

He continued: "That voice is exactly the same as yours, sir. If I hadn't realized that you were walking in front, I would have been attacked."

Zhang Mingqiao's expression turned cold. If you hear a stranger calling your name at night, don't look back. This is what his elders have warned him since he was a child.

Now the ghosts outside are obviously very advanced, and they are no longer unfamiliar voices. They directly use the voices of people close to them to confuse people.

He thought for a moment and said, "Then don't call me by name."

He looked at Han Sheng and whispered: "If we have anything to do these days, just tell us directly. Remember, don't call anyone."

Han Sheng nodded quickly.

The two of them entered the house with heavy hearts.

After lighting the lamp, I discovered that the room was extremely spacious, with everything inside, and the windows were closed tightly.

On normal days, Zhang Mingqiao would read for a while before going to bed, but today he was really upset, so he didn't take out the books. The two tidied up briefly and then lay on the bed.

You can hear the whistling wind blowing outside, and occasionally hear one or two faint cries, which is very frightening in this quiet night.

Han Sheng, who was always nervous, couldn't sleep either.

"Hansheng~"

"Hansheng?"

"Zhang Mingqiao..."

"Master?"

Zhang Mingqiao and Han Sheng looked at each other, and they could see the fear in each other's eyes.

Under such circumstances, I might not be able to sleep all night.

Just as the two of them were smiling bitterly, a cold sound like the collision of jade came from outside the room.

"Where did this lonely ghost come from, disturbing people's dreams outside my house?"

Zhang Mingqiao's expression changed, and he naturally recognized that it was the voice of the girl in green.

A few more words seemed to be said outside, but they were vaguely inaudible and mixed with a burst of noisy sounds.

Soon, it became quiet outside.

The sound of the wind is gone, the faint crying is gone, and the voice that makes one's scalp numb and calls one's name behind the ears is gone.

Feeling sleepy, the two fell asleep quickly.

…

outside the room.

On top of the huge flower tree, the green voice rested on a huge branch.

She was holding a palm-sized transparent bottle in her hand. There was a black mist rolling inside the bottle, as if it was struggling to escape, but was unable to do so.

Zhong Qing looked at it coldly: "If you dare to make trouble outside my house, you must be prepared to fall."

She threw the bottle into her sleeve and said, "I'll lock you up for ten or eight years. I'll see how you behave if you let me out."

She closed her eyes and rested her mind on the flower tree.

The yard was quiet, but Zhang Mingqiao in the room fell into a romantic dream.

In the dream, there is a face with a delicate smile, a body that is as hot and gentle as a spiritual snake, and a soft and gentle whisper.

When he woke up, Zhang Mingqiao still didn't know what day it was.

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