Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Zhao Si is actually dead.

Walking further into the house, you can hear Zhao Shi crying and the voices of people around her comforting her.

Zhao Si's body had been placed on the ground and covered with a quilt, which was considered to protect the final dignity of his body.

There was a rope hanging from the beam, and it seemed that he had hanged himself. However, there was blood on the ground. Considering the villagers' discussion about Zhao Si's eyes being dug out, it was not difficult to imagine what the scene was like not long ago.

Wang Qing also kindly walked over and said a few words of comfort.

There was a crow perched on the windowsill, its eyes seemed to be staring at the people in the room, its wings moved, and some water mist was shaken off.

Everyone began to feel scared again.

When Teacher Zhao was buried, a group of strange crows appeared. Now that Zhao Si is dead, this crow is standing on the windowsill. Is it witnessing Zhao Si's death?

Combined with the previous rumors that the Zhao family was haunted, a chill arose behind the people. If they had previously firmly believed that there was no problem living here, now with the death of Zhao Si, several young people began to waver.

Are they going to live here forever, like the old people in the village, without enjoying any good life, wasting their best years, and finally being buried in the earth?

Zhao Si's death was obviously abnormal, but the older people around him all advised Zhao Shi: "Zhao Si must have had a very good relationship with Teacher Zhao. He couldn't accept Teacher Zhao's departure for a while, so he did something stupid. Zhao Shi, you must be strong and let your father's spirit rest in peace."

Someone whispered, "Zhao Si died so tragically, was it suicide?"

After being glared at by his elder, the man shrank his neck and dared not speak.

Master Zhao, who had performed the ritual before, lived far away and arrived the latest. He bravely walked over, lifted the quilt, and took a look at the condition of Zhao Si's death. Then he fell back to the ground, his face pale and his whole body shaking.

Others hurriedly asked: "Master Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Master Zhao said mysteriously: "Such a strong resentment...it is the work of wronged souls, it is the work of wronged souls!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran out quickly.

In the past, people only thought that Master Zhao was a man who pretended to be a ghost and made a living by cheating the dead. However, his abnormal behavior now makes people wonder frightenedly whether he has some real skills.

After what Master Zhao did, the others felt somewhat uneasy. They found some excuses and slowly left.

Zhao Shicai's father had just died, and now his brother had died too. His eyes were swollen from crying.

Wang Qing kindly comforted her, "Miss Zhao, please accept my condolences."

Suddenly, Zhao Shi grabbed Wang Qing's hand. She raised her pale face and asked in a questioning tone: "They said there were ghosts haunting us. Are there really ghosts in this world?"

Wang Qing was frightened, "I, I...I don't know either."

Zhao Shi lowered her eyes and saw a corpse covered with a quilt not far away. This stimulated her again. She shrank her body desperately and said in panic: "No... I didn't do anything... Even if there is a ghost... Even if there is a ghost, it shouldn't come to me!"

Wang Qing turned his attention to Bai Yao for help.

Bai Yao comforted him: "Don't worry, Miss Zhao. If you are upright, you are not afraid of your own shadow. If you do not do anything wrong, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on your door."

Not sure what Bai Yao said was wrong, the last bit of blood color faded from Zhao Shi's lips, and he hugged his body, not daring to move.

Fansui suddenly said: "There is someone there."

He was looking in the direction of the stairwell. Others looked in that direction but did not see any figure.

Zhao Shi's lips trembled, "In our family... there is no one else except me and my brother."

Fan Sui said "Oh" and answered stupidly: "I must have seen it wrong."

Even if he was wrong, he succeeded in making the atmosphere even more eerie.

Wang Qing took two steps back in fear, almost standing at the door, so that if anything bad came out, he could escape quickly.

Zhao Shi was trembling all over. She looked at everyone with sobs, "Can you stay here with me for one night? I'm scared."

She is the teacher's daughter and now alone and helpless. Even if Wang Qing is timid, he would not be able to refuse.

There were still a few empty rooms in the Zhao family's house. Bai Yao and Fan Su walked into a guest room on the second floor. After the door was closed, she took Fan Su's hand and said, "It's weird here."

Fansui bent down, lowered his head and rubbed his face against Bai Yao's, "Don't be afraid, Princess. I will protect you."

Bai Yao said: "There are still doubts about Zhao Si's death, but the villagers all said he committed suicide. No one thought of calling the police, not even Zhao Shi."

Fan Sui stared at Bai Yao blankly.

She glared at him, "Why, do you think what I said is wrong?"

Fansui was very afraid of her aura and nodded hurriedly, "Your Highness is right."

Bai Yao was somewhat satisfied. She stroked her chin, with a wise light in her eyes. "There must be something fishy going on here."

Fansui agreed without any opinion, "Yeah, there's something fishy going on."

Bai Yao seemed to have turned into Sherlock Holmes, and her expression revealed a sense of mystery as if she saw through everything. "There must be a pair of hands behind this pushing things forward. No, maybe there are more than one pair of hands... I always feel that there may be several forces behind this series of events..."

Bai Yao suddenly felt a weight on her shoulders. It turned out that Fan Su was lazily bending over and lying on Bai Yao's shoulders. He yawned sleepily, "I'm so sleepy."

So Bai Yao gave up thinking and dragged Fansui to bed.

Two people have died in this house, but Bai Yao can sleep with her husband in her arms without any psychological burden. However, Wang Qing in the other room is not so carefree.

He really couldn't sleep in the house where someone had died, but he couldn't bear it anymore as he had been suffering from insomnia for several nights. After a while, he heard a cough in a daze.

Wang Qing immediately sat up from the bed.

Teacher Zhao was in poor health. He still remembered that when he asked him to revise his paper, Teacher Zhao would cough occasionally. The sound he just heard was so similar to Teacher Zhao's voice.

Wang Qing didn't dare to go out, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He slowly walked to the door, stuck to the wooden door, and vaguely heard the sound of talking outside.

Then, there were knocking sounds.

The people who were talking seemed to have a conflict, and the sound of a woman crying could be heard again.

"Dad, stop it!"

It’s Zhao Shi’s voice!

Wang Qing became more aware that something was wrong. The moment he opened the door, a child appeared hanging upside down in mid-air. The oil paint on his face looked like a smiling face, facing Wang Qing. He grinned and let out a "hehe" laugh.

Caught off guard, Wang Qing's eyes were shocked. When the child covered his eyes with a pair of charred hands, his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the ground.