What's wrong with stealing some of your yang energy!

Bai Ling was so frightened that he stopped thinking wildly, swung his little feet and ran away.

A sudden gust of wind blew up around Xie Yihai, messing up his handsome hairstyle, and he was still wondering: "You didn't even open the window?"

Bai Ling stomped downstairs, looked around but didn't see the guardian Xie Daxie, he was in a panic, his head was full of the scorched and shiny leather skeleton, and even the dark and stuffy environment on the first floor made him feel nervous. Terrified - this is not an oven, is it?

The more he thought about it, the weirder it became.

The wall is light gray, and the decoration is more Nordic and minimalist. The color tone looks very comfortable, just like an ordinary western-style building.

The curtains were all drawn to death, and it was illuminated by a few chandeliers, but there was a problem with the design of the lamps, the light was dim and dim, it was clearly broad daylight, and it was as drowsy as dusk, making people sleepy after staying for a long time.

Suddenly, he heard a very small voice.

Russling, like... a bonfire burning?

He looked around uneasily, the drawn curtains, the dim lights, and the old wooden stairs that were damp and iron-black.

"Xie Chongsen, thank you, sir!" Bai Ling didn't dare to stay on the first floor again, touched the wall upstairs, and shouted the name of the celestial master boldly, his voice trembling, "I, I warn you wild ghosts to stay away. Scare me, let me tell you, there is someone above me! There is a celestial master covering me, do you know who he is! Speak out and scare you to death!... You scare me, I will, I will let him accept you! Heard Don't scare me... ah ah ah!"

As soon as he reached the second floor with his eyes closed, he felt that he had bumped into something.

Warm, loose, as if it would break when hit...

Bai Ling opened his eyes tremblingly, and met a pair of empty and hateful black eyes!

What a ghost!

Bai Ling was so frightened that he forgot what he was, and sat down on the ground, tears and nose would probably come out if there was no entity.

That thing had no shadow, and stood quietly in the dark, long corridor with no end in sight, looking down at Bai Ling.The head is hidden, less than one meter high, Bai Ling thinks it must have been burned and shrunk, the entire spine is twisted and curled up with the body, the arms and legs can't be straightened, and the feet are gone.

Bai Ling screamed in panic for a while, thinking that I, the No. 18 Daishan King, will have to explain this in the first week after I came out of the mountain. I am sorry for the former [-]th generation king, sorry for my little brother, sorry for my dog-headed military commander, thinking wildly there Well, I opened my eyes suddenly, but found that the thing didn't have any intention of moving.

Bai Ling is a person who remembers to eat but not to fight. When he sees that this thing can't move, draw an equal sign = weaker than him, which means he can be bullied. The fear that occupied his whole little mind just now is immediately thrown aside.

He stretched out his hand cautiously, and waved in front of "Heitan", "HELLO? Brother dei?"

Charcoal doesn't move.

He poked someone's "face" meanly again, hey, he got black dust on his fingertips, quickly took it back and wiped it off on his clothes.

"Can you understand me? Are you a victim of this family? Do you need my help?"

Bai Ling chirped and asked a lot, but Heitan was unmoved. Just when Bai Ling turned to leave in disappointment, he heard a small voice.

"Ah."

Bai Ling turned his head abruptly, stunned by a transparent reflection in the darkness.

In the hollow eye sockets of the little man's black charcoal, there was an insignificant tear.

"Brother, help me...my grandparents can't be found."

The voice was extremely tender, like a six or seven-year-old kid who couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl.

At such a young age, Bai Ling remembered that Li Xuewen said that old man Zhao's youngest grandson only went to elementary school, so it should be this little black ghost.

At such a young age, it seems that he still doesn't know the concept of "death", and he doesn't realize that he has passed away for a long time.

Bai Ling's heart was blocked, and he knelt down to coax him: "Don't cry, brother... my brother will take you to find your grandparents, be good."

The little black devil should have received a good education before he was alive, he was very obedient and obedient, he obediently gave another "um", as if he believed that Bai Ling could help him, and stopped talking.

Bai Ling took the little nigger's dark hand and walked aimlessly in the corridor, his mind was in a mess: Yes, but where can I help him find his grandparents?

His grandparents are not here anymore.

Wait a minute, Bai Ling boldly thought, this little ghost can turn into a ghost if he loses his head, will the old man with more obsession be somewhere in the house?Furthermore, would finding them help the Xie brothers?

He hurriedly asked the little black ghost: "Do you remember where your grandparents are usually?"

The little black ghost tilted his head, and said in a childish voice: "Grandpa likes to write calligraphy, and grandma likes to read books."

study?

Bai Ling remembered that the study room was on the opposite side of the bedroom area, centered on the stairs, and he pulled the little nigger towards it.

When passing the stairs, I suddenly heard a "boom--".It was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. Bai Ling thought the stairs had collapsed.The sound dissipated, and it took a long time for the aftershock on the floor under his feet to subside. He turned back to comfort the little black ghost in fear: "Don't be afraid, it's okay...?"

But behind him was empty, only the dark and empty corridor spread behind him.

Where's the kid?

Bai Ling opened his hand, but there was no burnt ashes in his palm. He clearly remembered that the little nigger's hand would crumble as soon as he held it.He couldn't figure it out, he thought that his wish to be a little nigger had been reincarnated, and he felt that he had done a good deed and felt better.

Just looking up, he met a gap in the opposite room that opened at some time.

This place seems to be the study room, with an antique door, a bright and warm light escapes from the inside, which is especially eye-catching in the dark and silent corridor.

Bai Ling looked and looked uncertainly, he could vaguely hear voices in the room, could it be the Xie brothers?

But in the next second, the voice turned into a throat tearing scream!

He hurriedly pushed the door and entered, but was shocked by the bursting hot flames and retreated one after another. His vision was instantly filled with the hot red flames, and the dazzling flames spread arrogantly, like the sharp hands of a monster, obliterating everything. devour...

The temperature seemed to be able to burn the soul. Perhaps a spirit like Bai Ling felt a strong discomfort. He turned around and ran, but the corridor seemed longer and wider than when he came here. After running for a long time, he finally touched the stairs. I was so tired that I threw myself on the handle and crawled downstairs.Throughout the whole process, the raging fire seemed to be chasing after him, imminently, and rushed all the way to the first floor. Bai Ling was relieved when he saw the familiar dim environment and the drawn curtains.

He turned his head, only to find—how can there be any fire?

It was clearly just an old and damp staircase.

Bai Ling couldn't accept it for a while, and stared at the dark corridor in disbelief, looked and looked, but didn't dare to go upstairs to confirm it, for fear of being burned again.He raised his hand belatedly, and twisted his fingers in surprise.

What's on the banister?

He always thought that the wood was so dark because of the return of moisture. There was a sticky and slippery liquid on his hand, and there was a strange oily smell at the tip of the pen. Is this... oil?

Are you sick?Bai Ling thought in surprise, put this on the wood, is it because the fire came too late?

The touch on his hands was disgusting and urgent, Bai Ling didn't want to wipe it on his clothes, he searched for a long time but couldn't find a tissue, and suddenly remembered that he couldn't touch it even if he was a spirit body, he was discouraged and prepared to wipe it on the wall, anyway, there can be no ghosts Let the police catch him.

This touch, something went wrong.

He jumped up in pain: he doesn't want to stay in any broken house, he was frightened by the fire when he went upstairs, his spirit body would be burned even if he touched the wall, hot chicken place!

Bai Ling's tender little fingertips were red, he puffed and blew a few times, and looked at the wall angrily.

After a closer look, it was discovered that the light gray color of the wall was not paint at all.It's because the inner wall is made of iron.

The light gray reflected a very fine metallic luster under the light, cold and mocking.

Crazy, Bai Ling thought, what is this Zhao Tianyi trying to do?What Feng Shui bureau needs to use iron inner walls and oil paving?

His panicked eyes fell on the lamp, whether it was a psychological hint or it was true, the thick plastic long-handled lamp tube was hung on the black lacquered suspender, like a hook!

Hooks, tin walls, oil...

A living oven.

At that moment, like a snowstorm passing by, the scenery in front of Bai Ling whirled and faded, and in the next second, it seemed to return to the world, with the ticking of clocks and the discussion of human voices, all returning.

He saw Li Xuewen and Xie Yihai standing next to the stairs on the first floor arguing, and he saw Xie Chongsen inquiring about something in the restaurant, he was about to cry in a second.

It was just now that everything was abnormal and it was clearly falling into a magic barrier!

Ghosts scare ghosts scare dead ghosts, can you frighten the living and not bully the weak?

However, Xie Chongsen seemed to be aware of his existence, stood up suddenly, and looked in his direction.

When Bai Ling was stiff and didn't know where to put his hands and feet, Xie Chongsen said, "Let's go up to the third floor."

Li Xuewen was surprised: "I haven't finished reading the downstairs yet..."

"There is nothing downstairs." Xie Chongsen gave him a flat look, "Didn't you notice that there is no kitchen on the second floor?"

kitchen?

Li Xuewen was taken aback, isn't it!

It stands to reason that the kitchen is built on the first floor for convenience, at least next to the dining room, but there is really no place for cooking on the first and second floors.Could it be... on the third floor?

What the hell pattern?

The author has something to say: the bottom of the food chain, brother Bai Ling, any ghost can scare him.

Bai Ling: ...don't come over, I have someone above me!Say it and scare you to death! QQ

Xie Chongsen: Well, there are people above you.

Dropped 10 today, hehe