The house is empty.

There is no bed and no quilt.

The mountain village is particularly cold at night.

Luo Qingzhou held Xiaodie in his arms, sat down in the corner of the room, and let her sleep in his arms.

The little girl was frightened during the day, and she was exhausted from hiking and walking so much.

After sewing his clothes, I 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 sounds particularly breathtaking.

Outside the window, a silver moon hung in the night sky, appearing and disappearing in the dark clouds, like an eye peeking into the earth, sneaking up on it.

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 in the robe tightly, 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 whining sound blown by the night wind.

"Meow--"

Suddenly a cat meowed.

Immediately, a wild cat passed through the black shadow, jumped onto the windowsill, and looked into the house with its cold, fluorescent eyes.

But 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 jumped into 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.

I stood in the small courtyard and watched for a while, then walked out of the gate. My heart moved. I turned around and suddenly saw a dark figure standing at the door of a house heading towards the village.

The night wind blew by, and the black figure, with its hunched body and 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, with the same weird smile that had just appeared outside the window at the corner of his mouth.

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, walked over, and gently opened the door.

There is a rope hanging from the beam in the room.

Hanging on the rope was a gray-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.

For her, death is actually a kind of 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 cannot 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.

It should be that the ghost is 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, causing the wooden windows to 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 swaying, with long hair flying, and whimpering.

Just 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, placed 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 around the ground.

Luo Qingzhou clenched his fists, walked down the steps, and walked towards those ferocious and writhing black figures.

Every time he took a step forward, the black shadows moved 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 loud 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.

"If ordinary people encounter these ghosts while walking at night, they cannot see with their eyes. They can only feel the gusts of wind beside their ears, chills on their backs, and fear in their hearts. The more frightened they are, the weaker their souls and blood will be, and these ghosts will
To be continued...