In the days of being a master for the male protagonist

It caused a lot of panic in the village, but the matter was too mysterious, and they didn't dare to investigate it further.

There have been brave villagers who tried to open the gate to check it out. Under the moonlight, the empty gate seemed extraordinarily quiet and permeating...

The frightening thing was that the bursts of weeping were still going on, echoing from far and near, as if it was in the ear or in the distance, and the hairs of the listeners stood on end.

The villager was so frightened that his hairs stood on end and his back felt cold. He quickly closed the door, and Sa Yazi hid in the house.

But nothing happened that night. Amid the fear and anxiety, he and his family gradually felt relieved.

The accident occurred not long after, and the villager was the last to enter the village when he went out to cut firewood a few days later.

At that time, the sky was dark and it was almost night.

Except for him, the other people who went with him had already returned home. The family worried that they had searched for a long time before nightfall, but they still couldn't find anyone.

At night, the sound of knocking on the door and sobbing came in due course, and the woman of that family became a little anxious because she couldn't find anyone, so she opened the door angrily, opened her mouth on her hips, and cursed.

The crying stopped for a while, and then intensified. After the scolding, the anger subsided. Hearing the piercing crying, it seemed to be much closer. The woman looked outside the empty gate, those dark places that were not illuminated by the moonlight, There was also a wave of fear in my heart, and I quickly tied the door, turned around and ran back to the house.

Early the next morning, others found the villager's body on the big willow tree at the entrance of the village.

Hanging from a tree by thin willow branches, when the person was lowered, his eyes widened and his pupils gathered together, as if he had been frightened to death.

After this incident happened, the villagers of Yangliu Village were in a state of panic all day long, closing their gates tightly at dusk, even if it was a big deal, they had to wait until the next morning.

In the wasteland...

Xia Yu and the three younger brothers and sisters quickly picked up the house while it was still bright. With a cleaning technique, the house was instantly bright as new.

Xia Yu took out the bedding and utensils he had placed in the storage bag a long time ago, and tidied up the two rooms.

When he came out, he saw Su Qinghuai standing in the courtyard, distracted by a tree.

"Master?"

Su Qinghuai looked away after hearing the sound, "It's packed."

Xia Yu: "Okay, Master, you can go and rest for a while first."

Su Qinghuai nodded, and walked into the house. This deserted house is a low adobe house.

People in the village couldn't afford beds made of pure wood. They were generally heated kangs, even in deserted houses, but they were cleaned up very clean by Xia Yu, and the bedding was brand new.

There are only two rooms in the house, so the two girls share one room, and the three men make do with one room.

The time soon came to night, the moonlight shone softly, and the village seemed extraordinarily quiet.

Su Qinghuai and the others folded their clothes together and lay on the kang.Not long after, the night was not yet deep, there were popping, popping sounds in the courtyard, like clapping hands.

Xia Yu was a little wary, he asked aloud, "This voice is so strange."

Su Qinghuai lay there, resting with his eyes closed, "This is a poplar tree, and it will make a sound like clapping hands when it encounters the wind. Some folks call this tree clapping hands for ghosts."

The old man once said, don't plant mulberry in the front, don't plant willow in the back, and don't plant ghosts in front of the door.

The sound made by the leaves of poplar trees in the wind is very similar to the sound of clapping hands. When Su Qinghuai was a child, what he was most afraid of was walking alone on the path in the back garden of the orphanage. There were two rows of such trees planted there. During that time, he was very scared. light.

Xia Yu didn't know there was such a saying, and instantly felt that she had learned it again.

Song Guizhou was lying on the side, very quiet from beginning to end, with his eyes closed and breathing evenly, as if he was asleep.

Su Qinghuai stopped talking after explaining, but Xia Yu listened to the sound of poplar trees outside rather freshly.

After a while, a voice came from the darkness, "Here we come..."

Su Qinghuai opened his eyes immediately, but the words came from Song Guizhou, who was resting with his eyes closed, with a rare carelessness.

Su Qinghuai silently tilted his head, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and saw that the other party was smiling as usual, and a pair of deep eyes were staring at him.

It gives people an illusion of bottomless depth, and in the darkness, that slightly innocent smile is especially clear.

"Master?"

Song Guizhou called him with a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, but Su Qinghuai responded lightly when he heard the words and didn't pay much attention, so he turned his gaze away and got off the kang.

Immediately afterwards, knocks on the door sounded louder and louder each time.

"Why is it different from what the old village head described?"

Xia Yu, who was hiding behind the door of the house, showed confusion. The old village chief described it as light but powerful, with orderly spacing.

Su Qinghuai glanced at him, "It's the old village chief."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked out. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, a gust of dark wind rushed towards his face and lifted a strand of black hair that fell on his shoulders.

The courtyard is also filled with the sound of flapping poplar leaves, and the cool breeze blows people's clothes from time to time.

"It always feels like something is wrong."

On the left shoulder, Youtong sat with his arms folded, and Su Qinghuai's confused voice sounded in Su Qinghuai's mind.

Su Qinghuai looked in the direction not far away, raised his sleeves, and the door was rushed open by spiritual power, revealing the scene outside the door.

The old village chief lay hunched over the threshold with a frightened expression on his face. He raised his hand to knock on the door and was about to drop it. He looked back at the street behind him from time to time.

The soil was illuminated by the moon, and there was no one there.

The door was slammed open, he didn't react for a moment, and looked at the courtyard anxiously.

Xia Yu and the others have already followed.

The old village head was very fast, he staggered to his feet, opened his mouth to speak but couldn't make a sound, barking incessantly.

"How is this going?"

Xia Yu uttered in shock. The old village chief could still speak in the afternoon, but now... he can't speak!

The old village chief rushed in and saw that he was covered in dust, as if he was rolling on the ground, bringing up a lot of dust when he approached.

He raised his wrinkled face and rushed to Su Qinghuai, wanting to raise his hand to grab him, but Xia Yu quickly blocked him.

Xia Yu had a displeased face, "Tell me what you have to say." She would do whatever she wanted.

Not to mention that in the middle of the night, maybe it was some kind of illusion, so he dared to approach his master rashly.

The old village chief opened his mouth and babbled, unable to speak, scratching his ears and cheeks in a hurry.

Su Qinghuai looked at him solemnly, and kept pointing out. He asked uncertainly, "Do you want me to go outside with you? But the villagers are in danger?"

The old village chief couldn't speak, he pointed his fingers anxiously, and when he heard Su Qinghuai's voice, he nodded and shook his head again.

Su Qinghuai glanced at Xia Yu who was standing in front of her; "Go and take care of the two junior sisters, and let him take a look as a teacher."

There was a lot of movement in the courtyard. Although they were big-hearted, they still wouldn't fall asleep in this situation.

But neither he nor You Tong noticed the dangerous aura, so there shouldn't be any serious problems.

Xia Yu wanted to follow him very much, but after all, his master's order was hard to disobey, so he raised his hand and handed the sword in his hand to Su Qinghuai.

He said, "Master, remember not to sacrifice the Jade God Sword and use this disciple to defend yourself."

Just like a parent exhorting his own child, Su Qinghuai felt a row of black lines in his heart. He had never seen the Jade God Sword before, and his memory was even blank about it.