While the spirit game is in progress

Today's "storytelling" game looks harmless on the surface, but it hides too many murderous intentions.

The short-haired woman has experienced several spiritual games, but this is the first time that she felt ordinary when she experienced it, and felt scared after the experience.

She didn't dare to think any more, and left here quickly, for fear that she would accidentally enter the influence range of the spirit transformation game again.

Leaf dill entered the plot.

She glanced back to confirm that the short-haired woman was not following her.

Even though she knew that the short-haired woman was not strong enough to have much influence on her, she was cautious not to let the short-haired woman know where she was living now.

The neighborhood is very quiet, even quieter than when she came out.

Perhaps because of the late night, there was almost no sound except for the occasional cold wind.

There is not a single star in the sky, and even the moon is covered by thick darkness, and there is no figure to be seen.

Several street lights in the community were broken, making it difficult for people to see the road clearly.

Ye Dill did not use the flashlight function of the mobile phone, just walked in the dark to the road in memory.

There are other residents in the community, and she still remembers that many people watched her quietly when she came out.No matter what those people are thinking, she should not be too conspicuous.

If she walked outside with a flashlight at night alone, it would be too noticeable.

"Girl..." An old voice suddenly sounded.

Ye Dill was startled, her whole body subconsciously tensed up.

The voice came from directly in front of her. She stroked her hair and took two steps forward.first literature

In the dim light, the silhouette of a human can be vaguely seen.

The voice rang again: "Where is the girl going?"

It was an older woman's voice, a little hoarse with exhaustion.

Ye Dill didn't answer, but just took two steps forward.

The old man was standing under a broken street lamp, and the light was not good, making it difficult for people to see her appearance clearly.

But when she got closer, Ye Dill could still see that this was a thin old lady about 1.6 meters tall, she looked very old, and she was leaning on a cane.

The old lady's back was slightly hunched, and she trembled when she walked.

She took a small step slowly in the direction of Ye Dill, and the tired and hoarse voice sounded again: "Girl, why don't you speak?"

As she spoke, the loose skin on her face rose slightly, making her look even more exhausted.

Under the dim yellow light, one could vaguely see a cloud of white gas spitting out along with her words.

It is cold in winter, and there is always such a mist when people speak.

After confirming that the person in front of him was a person, Ye Dill heaved a sigh of relief.

The old lady's voice sounded again: "Girl, I'm really tired, why don't you help me go."

Ye Dill did not continue to approach, but stopped: "Grandma, where do you want to go?"

"I want to go home." The old lady sighed helplessly, and the words she said seemed to be out of breath, as if she was exhausted, "I originally came to my son's house to provide for the elderly, who knows that when I come, my son My daughter-in-law is gone. I go out to find someone every day, and today I encountered some trouble and came back late..."

Having said that, the old lady took a breath, as if saying a few more words was a particularly strenuous task for her.