a zombie haunts me

Chapter 302 White Hair and Youth

I searched a few more places, but still didn't have any clues, I almost gave up, it's understandable that the ghosts can't be found, but why can't I find a living person?

More importantly, the place where the female ghost is enshrined can't be found. Could it be that the female ghost cast a blind eye?

In this way, we searched all the way, and finally, we returned to the hall.

The picture on the wall is still there, and A Lang and I stopped in front of the picture at the same time.

"Do you think this photo is a bit special?"

I frowned suspiciously, and thought about that photo for a long time, but still had no clue.

"What's special about it is that it is as full of vitality as the ghost novel written by that man, just like a real person."

A Lang's words seemed to wake up the person in his dream. That's right, the charm of the person in the photo seemed to be standing in front of me, especially his eyes, which were facing me.

Those eyes seemed to be shining, as if she was looking at me with those eyes, observing me, and even able to see through my heart.

I immediately moved behind Ah Lang, deliberately avoiding the eyes of the woman in the photo, but I could still feel that strange sharpness.

"She's hiding in the picture."

After Ah Lang finished speaking, he slowly stretched out a hand towards the photo, and with a sudden lift, a small incense burner appeared in front of us.

"what is this?"

Could it be that a small censer is used for offerings? That censer looks spotless, as if it has never been used at all.

"If I'm not mistaken, this thing should be to open another door."

After finishing speaking, Ah Lang turned the incense burner slightly, and suddenly, the cabinet on the right made a "click, click" sound, but after a while, the cabinet suddenly moved, and a narrow, small The door appeared in front of us.

"There is indeed a hidden space here."

At that moment, I seemed a little nervous, and even my breathing became heavier and heavier.

A Lang and I walked to the door, only to find that it was a narrow staircase leading directly to the basement.

"Go down and have a look."

A Lang didn't hesitate at all, but I stopped in my tracks. This narrow staircase was very dark. Although it wasn't long, it looked eerie.

"Don't you want to know what's down here?"

Ah Lang suddenly asked me, but how could I not want to know?
I nodded, bit the bullet, followed A Lang, and walked down the stairs.

I took every step carefully, but I don't know if I was too nervous, I felt like my feet were stepping on something sticky, and every step was very heavy.

I held Ah Lang with one hand, and lightly supported the wall with the other, but the wall seemed to be very damp, and I felt that my hands seemed to touch some water, sticky water.

"Ah Lang, do you have a lighter or something?"

It's so dark, I'm afraid I'll slip my foot and roll down the stairs.

"No, but I have a flashlight here."

After he finished speaking, he pressed the switch of the flashlight. In the next second, I was completely stunned. What broke into my line of sight was blood...bright red blood...

I was so scared that I trembled all over. I saw blood on the ground, and the bright red blood seemed to gather into a stream, flowing continuously to the basement under the stairs...

After the sound of "click", I felt something dripping on my hair, and I slightly raised my head in the direction where it dripped down. Then, there was another sound of "click", and something cold dripped on my forehead , I stretched out my hand to wipe it, only to find that my hands were covered with bright red blood...

I was so frightened that I almost screamed, and then I suddenly realized that the walls and ceiling were covered with bright red blood, and all the blood gathered on the ground, forming a stream, flowing into the basement.

There was a buzzing in my head, and then it exploded with a bang.

My heart started beating faster and faster, as if it was about to burst out of a hole in my heart.

"How could this be?"

I was so nervous that I could hardly speak, I stared into A Lang's eyes, and my whole body was on the verge of collapse.

However, I never dreamed that Ah Lang would ask me in a low voice: "What did you see?"

He couldn't see...how could he not see?

I can hardly even speak clearly: "Blood...these four weeks are full of blood..."

"Don't be afraid, what you see is an illusion. The resentment of ghosts will only affect those who are weak in heart. Now, close your eyes and tell yourself, don't believe everything in front of you. Open your eyes and try again."

After listening to A Lang's words, I slowly closed my eyes, and there seemed to be a gust of cold wind blowing by my ears, as if someone was blowing into my ears, which plunged me into a burst of ice cold.

I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself calm, but the pores all over my body exploded like firecrackers.

At this time, I talked to that ghost in my heart, and I asked her: "You are the wife of the white-haired youth, don't you know, because you are nostalgic for this place, how many people have been harmed, do you know, the biggest victim Or, is your husband?"

The next second, the cold wind blowing by my ears disappeared, and my body became slightly warmer. After a while, I suddenly opened my eyes wide, and the bright red blood disappeared, replaced by a sheet of gray Black dead basement door.

"How about it?"

Ah Lang asked me, I nodded and said, "It's all right."

"Okay, let's move on."

After all, Ah Lang pulled me forward, and the further I walked, the more I could smell a scent of incense. It seemed that there was really something enshrined behind this door, but more importantly, that in my heart This ominous premonition is becoming more and more obvious.

Arriving at the door of the basement, A Lang pushed hard, but the door was locked from the inside, as if no one had been there for a long time, but in this case, why did we ask about the smell of incense?

While thinking about it, Ah Lang said to me: "I knocked the door open."

I nodded and waited patiently, but when he took a few steps back and was about to hit the door, the door lock made a "click" sound just like last time, and then it opened automatically.

The next second, my heart suddenly sank, I never dreamed that what appeared in front of my eyes was the photo of that woman again, yes, it was the owner of the photo in the hall, and she was on that photo , showing a weird smile.

On the table in front of the photo, fresh fruits were placed, incense was burning in the censer, and candlesticks were also lit. More importantly, there was a black lacquered coffin next to it.

My heart skipped a beat suddenly, and the pictures that kept popping up in my mind made me tremble all over.

I remember the look in that woman's eyes, and I also remember his husband's appearance, but he actually formed a ghost contract with her in order to keep the ghost wife by his side.

"Sure enough, it was enshrined here."

After Ah Lang finished speaking, a strange wind blew by, and the candlestick in front of the photo suddenly went out, leaving only a puff of green smoke.

A Lang and I walked slowly to the side of the coffin, and what we saw was that woman. She was wearing a white dress, with very delicate makeup on her face, and she looked like a living person.

A smell of formalin came over his face. It seemed that the great writer had treated the corpse with formalin.

My mind was empty, at this moment, I saw a head on the sofa not far away...

I took a step back in fright. The sofa was brown and delicate, with its back facing us. The man seemed to be sitting on the sofa, with only the back of his head facing us.

"Youth with white hair..."

I said something softly, only to realize that my throat was a little hoarse because of tension.

"do not move."

Ah Lang grabbed me, making my heart tremble violently. When I turned my head to look at the man again, Ah Lang said in my ear: "He is dead."

In the next second, it was as if an electric current passed through my whole body, and I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

"You... how do you know that he is dead, we have seen him just now..."

At this moment, the door to the basement slammed shut.

There were some rustling noises in our ears, as if someone was pacing back and forth beside us...

My mind is empty, at this moment, I only have one thought, and that is to escape quickly, escape from this place!
Unexpectedly, Ah Lang was much calmer than me, he said: "Come out."

At that moment, I couldn't help but gasp, what come out, what do you mean?
What happened to that man, how did he die?

The doubts in my head gradually disappeared in the figure that slowly emerged in front of my eyes...

"Husband, don't be obsessed anymore. We are separated by yin and yang, why do you bother to come down to accompany me?"

A woman suddenly appeared in front of me. She was wearing a white skirt, exactly the same as the one lying in the coffin.

I knew that it was her ghost, the soul that absorbed all kinds of yin and yang energy and turned into a ghost.

"Honey, why can't I accompany you, I just want to stay by your side quietly, whether it's life or death, I want to stay with you."

The soul of the man slowly came out from behind the sofa. He was wearing that very delicate suit. I knew that the suit was expensive. Before he decided to commit suicide, he specially dressed himself up to meet him wife.

"you are silly."

The woman's slender fingers gently caressed the man's cheek. He was old, but she was the same as three years ago...

My heart couldn't help trembling slightly, and the images that kept appearing in my mind almost swallowed me whole.

I remember that in the white-haired youth novel, at the finale, the male protagonist also chose to be with the female protagonist forever by committing suicide...

Breathing suddenly stagnated, I saw tears in his slightly vicissitudes eyes...

(End of this chapter)