After the funeral live broadcast, my paper shop exploded

Chapter 13 Not Only People Are Listening
This place is very close to the main road just now, even if you push the cart, Mo's master will be able to go back soon, but it is still a few minutes' walk from where Gu Ling is going.

Looking at the dark forest in front of him, Mo's master spoke Mandarin in a difficult way: "Sister, take a few steps, and the Lingxiang you mentioned is right in front."

He stretched out his finger to show Gu Ling, and shook his shoulders while talking, maybe because he felt uncomfortable in his shoulders.

Carrying her own simple luggage, Gu Ling got out of the car with her hands on the shoulders of her master, and said casually: "At night, don't talk about ghosts."

Because you don't know if there are only people who listen to your ghost stories.

At night, an unknown animal uttered a shrill and unknown cry in a hidden place in the forest.

Mo's master trembled, pushed the cart and ran a few steps, and disappeared from Gu Ling's sight not long after.

In her line of sight, the spirit bodies that had been "sitting" on the motorcycle driver's shoulders dispersed one after another when they saw that there were no more stories to listen to.

Seeing this, Gu Ling took the talisman.

Tell her ghost stories?

Ah.

She turned around and went down the path, and after walking for a few minutes, she saw a lantern slowly drifting towards her. She took a closer look and saw that it was her aunt Cui Hong who had come to pick her up.

"aunt."

"You're here." Cui Hong's voice was very haggard, but she didn't say anything else, but called Gu Ling to pay attention to her feet and follow her.

After walking for a while, I arrived at Cui Hong's house.

This is a small one-story courtyard with iron gates, concrete walls, and a three-and-a-half-story courtyard, which looks quite solid.

The country seems to like this style.

After entering, Gu Ling found that the room was brightly lit, which was not in line with the frugal temperament of country people, especially her aunt, who often said that money should be used wisely.

When the grandfather passed away, the aunt had to find damp paper money and other things from the store warehouse to send the funeral, and she was unwilling to pay for new ones.

It wasn't until she sat down that Gu Ling asked the other party to tell what happened.

When answering the phone earlier, she heard a thumping sound, and guessed that there might be something blocking the smooth flow of the call. She promised to protect each relative once, so Gu Ling came.

Cui Hong began to talk about the problems she encountered when she was alone: ​​"The child's father went out to work, and the child also went to the town to study. I was often left alone at home to look after the house. In the middle of the night, I heard someone downstairs. The sound of the stool being dragged, and it was obviously the sound of dragging rather than bumping or bumping, lasted for more than ten minutes.

After I went down to check, nothing happened, and I went back to sleep. At two or three o’clock, I started dragging again, and the dragging was louder, and there were footsteps. After all, I also raised a lot of chickens and ducks,

At that time, in a fit of anger, I turned on all the lights, held a flashlight, and went down cursing, but found nothing. When I checked later, I ran to a storage room. There was a room in it, and there was a window. After a little movement, I opened it and found that a big spider jumped out. "

Gu Ling nodded and continued to listen.

Cui Hong said again that insects are the incarnation of the dead, and then continued to get back to the topic: "Until the last two days, that sound began to appear in my room, that is, I heard a rubbing on the stool beside the bed. The sound seemed to be made by the rubbing of the thousand-layer sole, but now who still wears that kind of handmade shoes, it seems——

My deceased mother-in-law would wear it. "

Gu Ling got up and asked her to take her to the room where the spider was found.

(End of this chapter)