Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

The cold air continued to invade, Lin Tiezhu grasped the bed sheet weakly, and was about to roll his eyes and faint.

The appearance of the female ghost was beyond everyone's expectations. Xu Zhaohe didn't expect to really recruit the ghost. It may be that they accidentally touched some conditions, or it may be that the female ghost finally got rid of the restrictions. In short, this is not their battlefield , Timely retreat is actually the best policy.

They tried their best not to look at the female ghost on the bed and Lin Tiezhu with a pale face, and quietly opened the door from the inside. Mrs. Lin, who was still knocking on the door, fell to the ground, soaked in water.

"What's going on here? Why so much water!"

The players rubbed their noses and sneaked away from the door. Aunt Lin was busy looking at her son and didn't pay attention for a moment. When she looked up and saw her family's iron pillar lying there powerlessly, she immediately yelled and rushed up, but just as her hand was about to When she supported his back, she seemed to touch something, and she was so cold that she immediately took her hand back.

Aunt Lin looked at him in shock, this was the first time she actually touched something, but obviously there was nothing on his back.

Lin Tiezhu was a little out of breath, looked at Aunt Lin who was standing there in a daze, and said intermittently: "Mother, save me, Ying, Yingzi is back..."

"Ying, Yingzi."

Aunt Lin's lips trembled twice, she looked at his back with confused eyes, a pair of eyes suddenly appeared where there was nothing, and she was smiling at her.

Aunt Lin shivered suddenly, she had long forgotten about the players, Yingzi really came back, she had to go to the village chief!

I didn't take it seriously before, but the ghost who had been dead for a few years has returned. This is not a trivial matter, and the village head and patriarch must be invited to come forward.

"Son, son, hold on!"

After saying these words, Aunt Lin hurried out, completely ignoring the muddy water all over her body and loose hair, with a stern look on her face, she thought she was a ghost at first glance.

Lin Tiezhu curled up on the bed and kept praying, he could feel the female ghost blowing on his face again, he, he really didn't want to die.

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The gamers who didn't wait for Mrs. Lin to settle the score at night were a little surprised, but they all breathed a sigh of relief.

After dinner, Nie Wen and Zhou Han went to Master Liu's house, and only Xu Zhaohe, Yan Mu and Zhao Lu were left with Grandma Wang.

Zhao Lu disappeared for almost a whole day, and when he came back with a tired face, he shrank aside and acted as a transparent person.

Yan Mu glanced at him, and then concentrated on discussing clues with Brother Zhao.

The water ghost, the hanged ghost, the baby spirit, the Bianhua, and the red embroidered shoes that Yingzi mentioned in Lin Tiezhu's ear vaguely connect the simple main line, but there are still some details that cannot be filled in due to insufficient clues.

The people in the village seem to be very concerned about the ghosts and gods. After the women died, they killed their children as Gu, restraining the female ghosts and sealing them in the grave. The Bianhua should also be something like a shackle.

It's just that they saw more than one or two grave mounds in the woods, and there would never be so many accidental deaths. It doesn't look like they have been accumulated for many years. Could it be that they have accumulated for hundreds of years?

And is it necessary for them to seal them separately?Generally speaking, if they really treated these girls well, they wouldn't hate the village so much, at least they weren't the ones who directly trafficked them.

What else did they do to make them feel so much resentment, is it possible that they are all like Yingzi and Xiaoxiao?

And the red wedding dress in Xu Zhaohe's dream, what do these represent?

There were still too many questions, Xu Zhaohe slowly turned his attention to the room next door where the lights were still on, he did not forget that Aunt Lin came to find Grandma Wang first today.

When people encounter supernatural things, they will think of her first. This Grandma Wang has a lot of secrets.

He couldn't bear it until now, Xu Zhaohe stood up, walked over in the eyes of Yan Mu and Zhao Lu who hesitated to speak, first knocked on the door, and then bowed his head and walked in after receiving the answer .

Under the dim oil lamp, Grandma Wang was sitting on the bed doing needlework. She glanced at him and scratched her head with the needle, and continued sewing the clothes in her hand.

Xu Zhaohe smiled and found a stool by himself, with an expression on his face that all the elders couldn't help but love, and obediently rubbed against Grandma Wang's side, without saying a word, just watching her fingers sew clothes quickly.

The two men sewed one by one, only the sound of the burning oil lamp could be heard in their ears. It was not until Grandma Wang finished her last stitch that she put away her things and glanced at him.

"What's the matter, tell me."

Xu Zhaohe started laughing again, his eyes were bright red, until he couldn't help laughing when he saw Grandma Wang, and said: "It's nothing, I just want to hear you tell stories, my grandma used to like to tell me stories Yes, I feel kind when I look at you, especially like my grandma."

I have to say that brother Zhao can really bend and stretch, he can beat ghosts and throw machetes, and he can pretend to be a good baby.

Grandma Wang raised her eyebrows and glanced at him again, and then swept across his wrist indistinctly. Xiaoying, who had been in a tense state from the beginning, flicked the tip of his tail to meet her gaze, threatening beyond words.

Xu Zhaohe didn't notice that they were looking at each other secretly, and just kept looking at her with a smile.

Grandma Wang looked at him with a smile again, sat cross-legged on the bed and thought about it, and really started to tell the story.

The story is not complicated, but there is helplessness and unbearable hatred everywhere, and it is also about a small village, similar to the kind of "I have a friend" so-and-so, changing the soup without changing the medicine.

This village is also very closed, hidden in a ravine, where people live a hard and self-sufficient life, and it is also very feudal, patriarchal, and the baby girls born are either drowned or discarded, until people find that there are not enough men in the village to marry, Just stopped this behavior.

But this is still not enough, the village is only so big, and gradually every family has become relatives, and the children born have various diseases.

This situation continued until more than ten years ago, when the young village chief Wang Dayong took office and took in an outsider, which broke the calm of all these undercurrents and turned this small mountain village into a real hell.

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Speaking of this, Grandma Wang paused, and suddenly brought up an unrelated topic: "I probably said that I am not the owner of this family. There used to be two brothers living here, and then the eldest married a wife, and then... ..."

Grandma Wang glanced at Xu Zhaohe, met him with a curious look, her expression suddenly became strange, she lowered her voice and approached, "They are all dead."

Xu Zhaohe showed a look of surprise at the right time, "My God, what happened?"

"..."

Grandma Wang didn't know how to respond to his reaction. Logically speaking, shouldn't ordinary people be afraid from the bottom of their hearts at this time?

She is really an interesting person, but she lost interest in telling stories. Grandma Wang turned over and lay on the bed, "I'm old and useless, I'm sleepy."

Ordinary people should say goodbye at this time, but brother Zhao didn't look at him at all, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "Can you see things that ordinary people can't see?"

Grandma Wang: "..."

She was silent for a while, then snored loudly with her back turned to him.

Xu Zhaohe laughed softly, got up and thanked her, and when he left, he thoughtfully blew out the oil lamp and closed the door gently.

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness. Grandma Wang, who was snoring, opened her eyes again. According to the rules, she should not have given the clue so easily, but she had no choice but to owe that person a favor. Now Just pay it back.

Thinking of the man who once dragged her like two to five or eight thousand yuan, Grandma Wang couldn't help grinning, it's really different, he will suffer in the future!

Hey!

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Although Grandma Wang didn't go into too much detail, there were enough clues, even far exceeding his expectations. I didn't expect this NPC to be settled so easily.

Xu Zhaohe touched Xiaoying on his wrist, gently made Xiaoying uneasy, and quietly curled the ends of his hair again and again.

Seeing his cautious and ingratiating appearance, Xu Zhaohe sighed, wondering if he was too strict with the child and frightened him like this without saying anything, and it was not like he was ignorant of good and bad.

Wrapping his hair around his fingers and holding it in front of his eyes, Xu Zhaohe bent his knuckles and said "thank you" to him with a smile.

The tense heart suddenly relaxed, and Xiaoying stretched out a strand of hair to rub against his face, saying "I'm fine" and "it's right to cover you".

Seeing his old-fashioned look, Xu Zhaohe couldn't help laughing, and then asked casually, "What is your identity?"

The tip of Xiaoying's tail froze suddenly, it wasn't that he didn't want to say it, it was really hard to say it, maybe it would be fine when he got back the body.

Xu Zhaohe glanced at him, his eyes seemed to be full of deep meaning, and it seemed that he really just glanced at him. In short, Xiaoying's heart is very complicated now.

He was afraid that he would be afraid, throw himself away, and dislike himself.

But the next sentence, Xu Zhaohe let him return to heaven again!

He rubbed the soft hair on his fingers very seriously, pressed him to his face, and said softly: "No matter what your identity is, stay and stay with me all the time."

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"Hey!"

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The dream at night was very heavy, and the cool rain stretched into the dream, splashing on the bright red tiles.

There were hurried footsteps in the darkness, Xu Zhaohe looked over and saw a person wearing a fiery red wedding dress, running forward, and there were faint sounds of shouting and chasing after him.

It was as if he had crossed a long river of time and came to the absurd past. The scenes in front of him kept changing until the red figure was forced to the edge of the cliff and looked behind him in horror.

The young village chief had a stern face, and gradually approached with a few clan uncles. The red shadow seemed to want to say something, but the rainy day was slippery, and before "it" could speak, it accidentally fell down, and the muddy ground On top of it, only a delicate red embroidered shoe was left.

Seeing this, the village chief didn't dare to go too far, stretched his neck and looked at the endless abyss, secretly said "bad luck", and led the crowd back.

From then on, under the abyss that no one cares about, there is a red figure forever; and above the abyss, there is a red embroidered shoe that no one pays attention to.

After an unknown amount of time passed, a pale hand climbed up the rock wall and slowly picked it up.

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This dream was not long, nor too scary. It was only three o'clock in the morning when Xu Zhaohe opened his eyes.

He felt a dull pain in his head for some unknown reason. He put on his coat and walked to the outer hall, opening the door a little to breathe in the cold air.

There was the sound of "swishling" footsteps behind him, and then a voice said, "Brother Zhao, what's wrong?"

The quantity is wrong.

Xu Zhaohe took a deep breath, without looking back, he suddenly took out the random mirror from the previous dungeon in one go.

He actually didn't know if it was useful, but when he saw what was inside, his heart suddenly sank.

A pink-rimmed mirror nearly a person's height stood in front of him, reflecting half of his shadow on it, as well as Yan Mu's worried face behind him.

And between them, on the muddy floor of the tile house, there is a pair of neatly——

Red embroidered shoes.