The Haunted

When he was only eating, he always remembered what happened in the morning. He recalled every detail. He always felt that there were some strange places that he had neglected. Then just now, he suddenly realized one thing - the old man who spoke to him, wearing a shroud.

He once followed his grandfather and his mother to run the funeral of the grandmother. He also personally arranged the mother’s funeral with the grandfather. The style of the clothes was originally remembered very clearly. It was only when he saw the old man that he did not pay attention to it. Suddenly surprised.

So the old man said that he did not misunderstand, she really told him that he was already a dead person, and warned him to let him leave.

"What about the people in the village?" Song Jin’s face was tight and looked very nervous. He did not doubt the late words.

Later, he said: "You go to the upstairs room to pick up things. I will say to the boss. After you come down, let us go. The other people in the village are now taking care of it. There is no way to do it alone. Come to the high school."

Song Jin did not hesitate, nodded and said: "Okay, you are waiting for me here, I will come down in two minutes."

The owner of the store cleaned up the plate and returned to the kitchen. After standing in the restaurant, he shouted the owner of the store. The owner of the store wetted his hand and came out from behind the kitchen. It was obvious that he was just washing the dishes.

Late and he settled the meal and retired the room, waiting for Song Jin to turn over the keys. As a result, I waited for ten minutes and I didn’t see my friend.

They don't have a lot of things, they can't take it for a long time, even if they go to the bathroom, they should come back. He couldn't sit still, took the spare key from the owner and went to the second floor to find Song Jin.

The door of their room was hidden. When they entered, they saw that everything had been packed up. In the bag, Song Jin fell on the bed, which seemed to be in a coma.

After a long stride, I sat down on the bed and shook my friend, shouting his name: "Song Jin, Song Jin, what happened to you? Wake up!"

However, Song Jin did not respond.

Late in my heart, I looked at my mobile phone. It is now at 12:30, when the yang is strong in one day. After the 12 o'clock noon, the yang will become weaker and weaker, and the yin will become more and more prosperous. I am afraid that I will not be able to go away at this time. The sudden coma of Song Jinhao’s end is to show that there is something to leave them here.

I was late to think of a heart here, holding something in my left hand, and Song Jin racked up in the right hand, and helped out the door. All his attention was placed on his friends, not paying attention to the fact that the rough ragdoll on the table is now one less.

Late with Song Jin downstairs, the owner of the store saw the unconscious Song Jin was also taken aback, quickly came forward to help support the inquiry, and suggested that they let them stay for a while, he went to invite Wang Dafu to see Look.

I didn’t dare to stay for a while. Song Jin is now like this, not a body, but a ghost, and leaving the village is the best choice.

He declined the good intentions of the owner, only asked the other side to help him find a thick rope, and then with the help of the other party, put Song Jin on the back seat of the motorcycle and tie the two bodies together with a rope. . Song Jin’s head is on the shoulders of the late, so that he will not fall off by the restraint of the rope.

After this toss, the time displayed on the phone has become a bit. There was only one way to enter and exit the village. Later, he nodded to the owner of the store and nodded. He rode his motorcycle and walked along the road.

Today is a cloudy day. I have never seen the sun since I got up in the morning. The mountains are foggy, getting bigger and bigger, getting colder and colder, and covering the entire road with gray.

I am late to know that the weather and the fog are not simple, I am afraid it is no coincidence. But before he came, he ignited a guide at the intersection. At this time, his heart was like being led by a line, always clarifying the direction of the future, and would not be fooled by the sights in front of him.

After walking for about ten minutes, I saw that the tricycle was getting closer and closer when I came from them. I felt that my neck was cold, and Song Jin was cold and hard against myself. The weight on my body was getting heavier and heavier. . Because the weather was very cold, the whole body was cold and cold, and the feeling became less sensitive. However, it was also noticed that it was wrong.

He shouted "Song Jin?" and controlled the motorcycle to go back quickly. It was almost planted from the car in a moment - there is still Song Jin, and behind him is a pair of eyes, tongue, tongue The elongated little devil. The little devil held his back on his neck and smiled at him strangely.

Late at noon, I found out that the village was not right and I prepared a sneak peek in my pocket. At this moment, he quickly stopped the motorcycle, and each of his left and right hands took a symbol, a celestial spirit, and a rushing heart to the little devil. The little devil obviously didn't have any experience in dealing with it. He was posted to him, but he made a fuss. Two small children's hands were licking their necks, and they opened their mouths and bite at him.

His mouth became so huge in an instant that he reached the root of his ear directly, and his mouth was covered with dense, sharp teeth.

After a long time, I saw the score, and I bite to my left index finger in a hurry. His blood is the most sinister and most mellow place in his body. The evil spirits in other parts of the body are only like being poured into people, floating on the surface, and not controlled by him; but the evil spirits in the blood are like the evil spirits directly integrated into his blood, the overbearing and overbearing, the general ghosts are Can not bear.

Just when he hadn't bitten his fingertips, a strong black gas suddenly burst out of his chest and suddenly the little ghost was smashed. At the same time, a black flame burned on him, and the little devil landed on the ground, mourning in pain in the flames, screaming and screaming, and soon there was no sound.

The black flame did not stop, but continued to burn. After a long time, I saw that the score was clear. The one who was burning in the fire was a very familiar and hard-working rag doll. However, the martial arts, the rag doll was burned into black ash, and it was blown away by the wind, and the black flame was extinguished.

Hand over the small porcelain bottle with a hand, lift it to the lips and kiss it gently. He knew that it was this porcelain bottle, and that person saved his life.

He looked down at the place where the black flame had been scattered, his face suddenly changed, riding a motorcycle, and even surmounting himself, he escaped from the day of birth and turned around and headed for Hejiacun.

If he thinks well, Zhu Hui’s family and the two police officers are afraid that they will not be able to save it, and if he does not hurry back now, he will not be able to pass it tonight, and Song Jin will certainly be dead.

After riding back to the guest house, the owner saw that he was surprised to return by himself: "How come back? Drop something? Your friend?"

Late looking at the owner of the store who heard the sound of the motorcycle, his eyes were dark, and he was silent for a moment but eventually did not say anything. Followed the other party’s words: "Yes, I lost a charger, my friend is not very comfortable. follow back."

When the owner heard about it, he took the key to him: "Then go up and take a trip, just before I have time to clean up the room."

I nodded late and took the key up the stairs.

The room was empty, and there was no Song Jin figure. He turned his gaze to the only table in the house, which was solitary and had a rag doll.

He didn't hesitate, and strode forward, biting his left index finger, drawing his own blood on the doll's body, and then taking out a lighter to ignite the doll from bottom to top.

The fire in the lighter is, after all, the fire, there is no power like the black flame. In the orange red light, there is a cry of the little girl’s heartbreaking cry, and then the doll becomes a girl in the fire. Looks like it, but it is very similar to the little devil who was on the shoulders of the late shoulders. It struggled to rush to the late, but the blood drawn on the body was fixed in place, unable to move, looking at the late eyes more cheating.

After a while, he stepped back and swept his eyes to the door, where he stood a small figure.

Ying Ying, the daughter of the owner, looked at the orange fire that was gradually extinguished. She giggled and said it was creepy: "Uncle, I will give you my brother and sister to accompany you, you. Why did you kill them?"

I stared at him lately, and my hand had touched the exorcism in the pocket: "I didn't kill them, you killed them. Why do you kill your own brother and sister, make them the elves driven by you?" ?"

The little girl’s face showed some grievances: “Mom and Dad said that they would take me to the playground and buy me a doll, but after they had a younger sibling, they didn’t pay much attention to me. One day I found out that no matter what I Why do you cry, they will not care about me, but the younger brothers and sisters will cry when they pass. I will make my brothers and sisters my dolls, and then let them go to make my father and mother become me, they are very I will do it when I am embarrassed."

Speaking of the last "she" looked up and smiled sweetly: "So I have a doll, and my mother and dad will see that I will take care of me."

Sure enough, he found that the rag doll was a demon who could be driven, and then guessed that the child who gave him the doll was not a person, so the couple of shop owners who had been living with her are probably not already human, and the rest of the village. People didn't realize the weirdness in their only guest house, and they didn't know that this family was dead... Is there still a living person in this village?

The little girl looked up and continued to smile at him: "The brother and sister are gone, and the uncle will stay with Yingying, okay?"

The wound on the index finger of his left hand was still bleeding. He put the blood out of his pocket and carried the two ghosts on his way. He walked toward the door step by step: "Tell me, where is Song Jin?"

Ying Ying did not answer, but still smiled and persuaded: "Uncle stayed, otherwise they will be made into a face."

I’m jumping for a moment.

Make a face...

He shook his head and walked to the side of the evil spirits by the door. Then, at the fastest speed, put a ghost-like charm on Yingying Tianling, and at the same time turn around and go out, close the door of the room behind him, and put another ghost-like charm on the door.

He could hear the cursing and screaming of the evil spirits in the door.

It’s too late to be sure how long the two characters can trap this ghost. This is its house, its home, and it has taken at least four lives, and the blood on the hands is blood.

The owner heard the sound and greeted it: "How? Did you find it?"

Looking at the man in front of me, he shook his head.

He didn't know that he was dead. In this village, he forgot that he was killed by a pair of children who became ghosts. He still "lives" like a human.

He did not tell him the truth. He is now going to find the Song Jin hidden by it as soon as possible before the evil spirits on the second floor get out of trouble, and then leave with his friends as fast as possible. Ghosts also have the inertia of their lifetime. In all likelihood, Song Jin is still hidden in the guest house.

At this time, I was late to see a familiar figure standing on the gray street outside the guest house. The sturdy figure, gray hair, a straight black satin shroud, carrying a black cane - is the old lady who met outside the temple in the morning.

The old lady saw him and waved at him to signal him to come out.

The owner of the store was facing the door of the store and did not see the movement outside the door.

After hesitating for a moment, I found an excuse to get out of the guest house.

The old lady did not stop, and soon went to the corner of the street, standing there, still waving to the late, signaling him to the past.