No one answered the answer, but the crying seemed to have been a little bit lower because of his shouts.

Zhou Ze glanced at the outer room, where Sanbao and Xiaobai were both there, could they not hear it?

This thought surprised Zhou Ze. He quickly stood up carefully from the water to avoid making noises. He grabbed his outer robe and pants and put them on his body.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai? Three Treasures?"

No one answered, Zhou Ze was so scared that he was dying.

If you are careless, you shouldn't stay in the wilderness. The families around you have moved away long ago. Just such a wealthy family, is it the same as Lanruo Temple in the Ghost Story of the Chinese Girl?

The candlelight shook again, the room became dim, and there were still withered vines climbing up on the walls, and the bathtub that had just come out was gradually wrapped by the withered vines.

Looking back, the beds, tables and chairs became broken, as if they had been abandoned for decades.

Zhou Ze shivered, picked up his shoes, and ran to the outside.

There were furniture and furnishings wherever you came out. The empty outer room had broken floors, and there were several holes on it. The dry vines behind us rushed towards the position where Zhou Ze was standing.

I'm afraid it's useless at this moment. Xiaobai and Sanbao were caught or not. It's useless to rely on anyone, so they have to leave here.

Zhou Ze was very concerned about the rear groove, and he jumped hard, and the first hole jumped over.

The moment he landed, a pair of arms stretched out from the hole and kept waving towards the edge of the hole.

Long black nails grabbed the edge of the pit, leaving scratches on the wooden boards.

Zhou Ze shook, endured the chill in his heart, quickly jumped through several holes and rushed out of the door.

The steps fell in the yard, and the house behind him was constantly changing. The withered vines had wrapped the entire house and were uprooted and continued to rise.

The entire house continued to rise and change, and in an instant, it stood there like a palace.

Four huge pillars appeared, and the withered vines kept changing, becoming the doors and windows of the palace. Then a staircase with more than twenty levels appeared in front of Zhou Ze.

"noob!"

Zhou Ze's roar was filled with echoes, and the yard was empty with echoes, but Xiaobai did not show up.

Zhou Ze bowed his hand over his head and bowed to the surroundings.

"I am just a scholar, without money, nor do I commit crimes. If I disturb you, I will leave now."

The child cried everywhere, and as he cried, it turned into laughter. The wind blew, and the wet clothes were pressed against Zhou Ze.

Then, four small figures appeared above the steps of the palace. They kept wavering to Zhou Ze below and slowly walked towards Zhou Ze.

"Someone is coming, come up!"

"Come and play with us..."

"Hehe, it's great that someone is here to be your company."

"Don't be afraid, come..."

The calls, accompanied by laughter, echoed throughout the courtyard, and the air around seemed to surge. The fishy smell made people sickened, this was the stinking of corpse.

This smell made Zhou Ze a little more awake.

I have never experienced this feeling after living for two lifetimes. I must have been the cause of my own heart. I tried my best to calm down and look at the four children.

It seems that these four children are four or five years old, two boys and two girls.

I was wearing brocade clothes, but the clothes were filled with folded marks, just like clothes under the box, directly put on, brand new and luxurious.

But the faces of the four children were dirty, which was very inconsistent with such clothes.

They... are not humans.

Then it's a ghost, otherwise it wouldn't be able to isolate Xiaobai, Zhou Ze asked tentatively.

"Who are you? Where are you? Can't find your home?"

The four children put away their laughter, stopped downwards, and looked at each other.

A boy said viciously:

"Home? We don't have a home!"

The little boy was a little furious and jumped down the steps twice quickly.

The clothes on their bodies made a crackling sound as they moved, like paper lanterns, and Zhou Ze quickly raised his hand.

"Don't be excited, it's not that it's unclear. Just ask me. Do you want me to do something for you? Try to tell me, what if I can help."

A little girl curled her lips and tears fell down.

"We are so boring. I want to find someone to play with us. Can you stay with us?"

Zhou Ze dared not say that it was no. If he said this, it would be hard to say what would happen in the next second.

"Don't worry, let's talk. Are you four trapped here?"

The irritable little boy snorted, looking impatient.

"It's so nonsense. We live here, but this is not our home. Do you just want to stay or not?"

Living here, these words have many meanings.

As the little boy approached, the smell of corpse smell became stronger.

Zhou Ze could also see that the boy's skin was blue and the skin above his head seemed to have stitches.

The same is true for the three children behind him. There are stitches on the top of their heads. Looking at these marks, it seems that the top of their heads was cut and then sewn.

Why are the tops of children aged four or five years old cut and stitched on their heads like this?

Is it a sacrifice?

It is simply disgusting to choose such a boy or girl.

Without thinking too much, the irritable little boy flashed and landed in front of Zhou Ze, raised his blue-black face and asked persistently:

"You haven't answered the question yet, should you stay or not?"

"I think about it, can I?"

Zhou Ze wanted to retreat, but suddenly realized that he was not in charge of his hands and feet. His subconscious mind felt that if he agreed to stay, it would be a disaster.

The little boy's body floated up and faced Zhou Ze's eyes.

Zhou Ze felt that his head was about to explode, and the little boy's voice kept repeating in his ears.

"Speak quickly, are you staying or not?"

"Stay or not?"

"Stay?"

Zhou Ze's consciousness was gradually dissipating, and many ghosts appeared in the children in front of him, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

He bit his tongue hard to make his mind as clear as possible. The smell of blood filled his mouth. The piercing pain made him tremble all over, and his consciousness recovered. He opened his mouth and shouted hard.

"Xiaobai, if I don't come, I will be gone. Don't think about repaying my kindness and extending my life!"

The little boy was angry and stretched out his hand towards Zhou Ze. His nails had turned into dead vines, as if they were about to pierce Zhou Ze's chest.

Just then, a white light flashed by.

As if the space in front of him was torn apart, Xiaobai had already rushed to Zhou Ze and the little boy, grabbed Zhou Ze's collar and retreated.

The three children also floated to the little boy. The temperature around them continued to drop, and snowflakes fell, and Xiaobai arched his body to block Zhou Ze.

"I'm so resentful that I've turned into a ghost and harmed people. Should I come together one by one?"

Zhou Ze kept gasping behind, spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, and wiped it with his hands, covering his blood.

Looking at Xiaobai, who was as big as a palm, and said wildly here, he felt worried. Xiaobai couldn't even enter just now, and this was a bit too big.

The four children rushed towards Xiaobai directly.

This time, Zhou Ze couldn't see the figure clearly. Xiaobai flicked and moved, his tail was like a whip, constantly dancing.

A small figure shuttled through the four children, and the towering palace behind them was smashed by them, as if it was about to collapse in the next moment.

After a few encounters, Xiaobai's white hair on her chest and legs was stained with blood. Naturally, this is not the children's. How could ghosts have blood? It seems that Xiaobai can't hold on for long.

Zhou Ze’s heart beats, the yard is still the same, but there is no gate and the high wall is two stories high, so it is completely impossible to climb out.

It seemed as if he felt that Zhou Ze was about to run away, the irritable little boy rushed towards Zhou Ze directly.

"I still want to escape when I come?"

Zhou Ze was shocked, but Xiaobai was entangled and could not come over. Zhou Ze subconsciously blocked his hand, and his palms were covered with blood.

Just as the palm of his hand touched the little boy's chest, the little boy seemed to be burned, and he yelled and avoided. The three children were a little distracted and were directly caught by Xiaobai and stepped on them under his feet.

The little boy screamed, his arms kept waving, and a big hole burned in his chest.

He pulled open his clothes, and his skinny body was all blue-black, and the lines of blood vessels appeared. The most special thing was that the handwriting was written in cinnabar on his chest, which was very complicated and unrecognizable.

But the handwriting was flashing, as if it was alive.
Chapter completed!