Concubine

Chapter 154 Haunted House
Since this girl is likely to be Song Qing, and since her elders are involved, the patriarch of the Yang family village, before he figured out the truth of the matter, and the real purpose behind Mrs. Yang's locking Song Qing in the small attic, Yang Qiuchi didn't want to make this matter a big deal, so he decided not to call anyone else.Even including Song Yuner and the guard Nangong Xiong.

Anyway, the [-]-type pistol has been strapped to his right calf.This thing is even better than a master, and it is enough to protect your own safety.Besides, this is the Yang family compound, there are no outsiders, the gate of the inner house has been locked, and even the servants from outside cannot enter, and I have not found out that Mr. Yang and his family have any malice towards him.

Yang Qiuchi walked downstairs quickly and came to the courtyard door of the small attic. It was strange that the courtyard door was half open.

Didn't Mrs. Yang say that the attic is always locked?Could it be that someone went in just now?

Yang Qiuchi took a closer look at the gate. Although there was moonlight, it was very dim and he couldn't see clearly.

Still be careful.Yang Qiuchi squatted down and looked left and right, but there was no movement. He pulled out the Type [-] pistol from his calf, loaded the bullet, and opened the safety so that he could fire immediately in an emergency.

Yang Qiuchi put the pistol back into the holster on his calf.Straightened up, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked in.

The yard is paved with green bricks, overgrown with grass, and there is still unmelted snow in the shade.

Borrowing the moonlight, Yang Qiuchi walked slowly through the small yard and up the steps.

There is an iron lock on the door of the first floor of the small attic.Yang Qiuchi picked up the iron lock and looked at it. It was locked. He put down the lock, put his ear on the door and window and listened, but there was no sound inside.

At this moment, the low cry sounded again, still sobbing and choking, vaguely absent.The sound came from the attic.

Just when Yang Qiuchi was about to carefully distinguish whether the crying sound was from the clay doll Song Qing, the crying sound disappeared.

Yang Qiuchi climbed up the stairs, stepping on the stairs, the creaking sound was especially ear-piercing in the silent night.

Coming to the second floor, this attic is the same as the guest room where I live. It also has a long corridor and a row of window lattices.Yang Qiuchi walked forward along the corridor while looking at the window lattice.

The oil paper sealed on the window lattice was already riddled with holes.Yang Qiuchi poked through a larger hole and looked into the room, he could vaguely see a bed, a table, chairs and furniture, but it was so dark that he couldn't see clearly.

Yang Qiuchi took a few more steps forward, and saw a door, and it was not locked. He was a little surprised and happy, and pushed it lightly, and the door creaked open. The sound was jerky and penetrated to the bones Going in, Yang Qiuchi could tell from the sound that it was obvious that no one had opened the door for a long time.

The room was quite big, and it was too dark to see clearly.Yang Qiuchi stood at the door and called out: "Mud doll~!" After a pause, he called out again: "Qingqing~!"

The voice echoed in the dark and empty room, but there was no answer.

Did I hear wrong?Yang Qiuchi didn't enter the room in a hurry, and continued to walk along the corridor, which ended in a while, and he didn't find the door again.

There is only one door on the entire second floor.

A gust of cold wind blew out from inside, Yang Qiuchi was a little surprised, how could there be wind in the room?There was a cold wind blowing from inside, as if someone was blowing on himself behind the window.

Yang Qiuchi suddenly felt a chill in his back, and turned his head suddenly to look, the damaged part of the oiled paper on the window lattice was trembling slightly with the cold wind blowing from inside!
"Who~!" Yang Qiuchi shouted.

The wind stopped suddenly.

There is someone in the room!
"Who~! Come out! Don't play tricks!" Yang Qiuchi shouted.

No one answered, but a faint chuckle was heard again, as if a naughty little girl had played a very proud prank.This laughter came from behind the window lattice.

"Qingqing, is that you!" Yang Qiuchi grabbed the window lattice with both hands and shouted.

The laughter was clearer, behind the window lattice.

Yang Qiuchi grabbed the oiled paper on the window and tore it violently. With a bang, a large piece of the window paper was torn off.

Under the dim moonlight, I saw a woman standing in the room, looking at me and smiling, but I didn't recognize her.

This woman is very young, with big eyes and a sweet smile.

Could it be that a female family member of Mrs. Yang ran in late at night by herself, wouldn't it be rude.Yang Qiuchi hurriedly bowed and said, "I'm sorry, I heard there are people upstairs, so I came up to take a look..."

As soon as he said this, Yang Qiuchi suddenly felt something was wrong.Old Mrs. Yang said that no one lived in this small attic since the concubine hanged her. Where is the woman now?

Yang Qiuchi suddenly raised his head, and the woman was gone!
Now Yang Qiuchi's hair is going to stand on end, what a ghost.

Could it be that he was dreaming?Yang Qiuchi grabbed his arm and twisted it violently, causing a sharp pain.It's not a dream, it's real!
Is this woman hiding?Go in and have a look.

Yang Qiuchi turned around and was about to walk towards the door, when he stopped suddenly because he saw a white figure standing at the door—no, to be precise, it was floating at the door, because she had no feet, and there was nothing under her skirt , the whole body is half a foot off the ground, floating in the air!

The woman was looking at herself and smiled slowly.

Yang Qiuchi screamed in fright, and took two steps back.He crouched down and was about to draw his gun.Ghosts can't be killed with guns!Gotta use spells.But how can I have any spells!
It suddenly occurred to me that when I was a child, my mother told ghost stories. When I encountered strange things while walking at night, I recited "Nanwu Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva" in my mouth and made the hand-knotted dharma seal, and the ghosts would disappear.

How could a ghost story be taken seriously? However, besides taking it seriously, Yang Qiuchi couldn't think of any other way.

Yang Qiuchi closed his eyes, recited the incantation, made a seal with one hand, shouted loudly, and struck forward.

The laughter stopped abruptly!

Yang Qiuchi opened his eyes, and the woman was gone.Works!Looks like it really works!Yang Qiuchi never believed in these things before, but now he is somewhat skeptical.

With this talisman, Yang Qiuchi suddenly became more courageous, made a seal with his hands, rushed to the door of the room under the bleak moonlight, and entered the room across the threshold.

This large room was indeed a living room, with two doors on both sides, both of which were open, with two white curtains hanging on each door.

Yang Qiuchi walked to the door of the room where the woman was crying, hesitated for a moment, held the seal with his right hand, opened the door curtain with his left hand, and looked inside.

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