Strange story player

In the yard, Qiao Zi was about to touch the coffin when his shoulder was suddenly tapped.

She was startled, but she heard the person behind her shout:

"Girl?"

Qiao Ziru instantly smiled brightly, turned around, and saw an old woman with gray hair wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket.

"grandmother!"

Qiao Ziru hugged her grandma and shouted happily.

"Good boy..."

Grandma narrowed her eyes, smiled gently, and patted Qiao Ziru's back.

Qiao Ziru didn't know what was wrong with him, but his tears flowed out completely uncontrollably. Wasn't he just going to school? It hasn’t been long since I last saw grandma. Why am I crying?

The red sunshine shone on her body, and the surrounding was quiet and deserted. Only her grandma and her hugged each other in front of the coffin.

However, grandma seems to have lost weight...she is also shorter, and her body is cold...

"Girl, why are you here? Alas..."

Grandma suddenly patted her head. Qiao Ziru felt strange, because there seemed to be a strange temperature in grandma's hands when she patted her. The top of her head penetrated into her body.

"Didn't someone die in the family? Grandma, who is it?"

The old man in a floral cotton-padded jacket looked at her and sighed softly.

"Okay... okay... it's okay if you come. When you come, I'll stay with grandma and won't leave."

After saying that, the old man held Qiao Ziru's hand tightly and led her towards the main room.

"Let's go back to the house and rest..."

Qiao Ziru looked down at the hand held by her grandma blankly, and asked doubtfully: "Grandma, won't the coffin be brought here? Who passed away?"

The old man paused and stopped for a moment. He did not look back, but a voice came:

"Distant relative."

"oh……"

Qiao Ziru suddenly felt that her hands and grandma's hands were very cold, very cold, but she couldn't feel the cold.

The memory in my head is also chaotic and mottled. Some scattered fragments flicker by, but most of them are blank, as if they are covered by a layer of gauze. There is clearly content, but it cannot be seen clearly.

As soon as he was led to the door, Qiao Ziru suddenly stopped and asked, "Grandma, where are my...father and mother?"

Although her parents had already formed new families and didn't care about her at all, to Qiao Ziru, those two were still her parents.

"They..." The old man turned around, looked at Qiao Ziru, and said, "They will come. You have a good rest tonight, they will come tomorrow..."

For some reason, Qiao Ziru suddenly felt a little sad after hearing this. She stopped again and asked, "Grandma, I don't want to rest. I want to take a look in the yard, is that okay?"

The old man's hand that had been holding hers loosened a little at this moment. He turned to look at Qiao Ziru again and said, "Okay, take a look..."

"But don't touch this coffin again. It's unlucky."

Qiao Ziru nodded why.

The old man finally let go of his hand and walked toward the main room alone.

Qiao Ziru just looked at it. There seemed to be a lot of incense burning in the main room. She saw the smoke coming out of the incense tips spreading out and wrapping around her grandma's back, as if she was being sucked into a white mist.

"jingle……"

Vaguely, she seemed to hear a subtle ringing, but when she regained consciousness, neither the ringing nor the grandma in the smoke were gone.

At this time, Qiao Ziru saw that the floor of the main room was covered with flour.

But grandma clearly walked in, why didn’t she leave any footprints?

Could it be that... Grandma sprinkled the flour as she entered the house?

She didn't understand. She was distracted just now and didn't see clearly.

It seems... there is a ringtone, what kind of ringtone is that...

The more Qiao Ziru thought about it, the less he understood.

She just felt that many things in the village had changed when she came back this time.

Although it still looks the same...

But really, everything had changed, she just couldn't tell.

————

"jingle--"

Qiaojia Village, the yard of Qiao Ziru’s house.

Qin Manjiang, Mei Sijun, and Lao Tao placed Qiao Ziru in the yard. Lao Tao held a bell in his hand and shook it lightly, making a crisp sound.

"Is this useful?"

Qin Manjiang asked.

…

Qiao Ziruen fainted inexplicably, but a new strange story had already taken shape.

[Strange story: Return to the soul. 】

[Death of this life and life of the other, people go and their souls return]

Just now, Qin Manjiang took a look at the information in [Pupillary Realm] to Mei Sijun and Lao Dao. Lao Dao looked ugly and said: "Miss Qiao was dragged into the Night of Resurrection by that fierce ghost. You and I have also been Got it."

What?

Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun didn't hear the reminder from [Tongjie], why did they say they were also caught?

"Hey, Brother Mei, did you hear the sound of the game starting?" Qin Manjiang asked in a low voice.

Mei Sijun shook his head.

The old man seemed to know what they were thinking, so he simply used two fingers to light the candle and flicked it into the dark night outside the yard.

Just for a moment! The fire hit some kind of invisible dark barrier and was not extinguished...but was instantly swallowed up.

Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun are very familiar with this, this is clearly the boundary of the ghost story game!

The two immediately checked around the entire yard and found that Qiao Ziru's farmyard had indeed become the new place where strange stories were carried out.

But why was there no reminder at all this time? Could it be that I ignored it and didn't accept the guidance in the afternoon?

Qin Manjiang figured it out, and it seemed that [Tongjie] had created a new "game" on its own initiative.

Starting a game of ghost stories in such a narrow space?

Qin Manjiang couldn't believe it, how could this happen? There is no place to escape...

However, this time there was someone who seemed very reliable.

That old man is also trapped in this yard!

"Taoist Master, what should I do?" Qin Manjiang returned to the old Taoist and asked expectantly.

"What should I do?" The old Taoist looked helpless, "I am over fifty years old, and this is the first time I have entered the rumored pupil world. I only know from the records that if the curse is not broken, the body will die and the soul will disappear. In my opinion... this The soul of Miss Qiao has been taken away by the evil spirit, and what the three of us have to do is to bring her back before dawn this time."

So, the name of this ghost story is Hui Hun, not Hui Li Gui’s soul, but Hui Qiao Ziru’s soul?

If Qiao Ziru's soul cannot come back, the evil ghost will come back, right?

Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun looked at each other. This old man was really not simple. It felt like he knew everything...

At this time, the old Taoist took something from the waist of the dusty Taoist robe. Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun were a little surprised when they saw it: "Sanqing Bell?"

The old Taoist nodded: "I didn't expect you two to be able to recognize the Sanqing Bell. Let me try to see if I can use the Sanqing Bell to wake up this girl."

So, I saw him pinch the bell and shake it, and the crisp sound swayed in the dark night.

"jingle--"