There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 68: Have you seen my child?

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Squeak...creak...

The sound of the door being gently brought up again and again, it seems that the door is being moved by the wind.

Fang Zheng opened his eyes.

"Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou, have they been quiet at the door for too long?"

Fang Zheng calculated silently in his heart. He didn't hear the two voices for more than ten seconds, which immediately aroused his alertness.

Now in this increasingly weird mountain village, any bit of wind and grass can affect tense nerves.

Fang Zheng got up.

His face is dignified, and he drew out the ghost knife that had been hidden in the scabbard behind him, and the one-meter-long evil spirit billowed and burned like a gray flame.

Squeak, Fang Zheng gently opened the bedroom door. The outside of the bedroom was dark. It seemed that Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou were reluctant to turn on the lights. The whole house was dark and quiet.

Founder is trying to push the light.

As a result, after several attempts, all the lights in the house seemed to be out of order, none of the lights turned on, and Fang Zheng's breathing was condensed.

His feet fell silently, carrying the Ghost Sword in his hand, and began to approach the door silently.

Huh.

A gust of wind poured back into the house, and the door creaked and creaked lightly by the wind. The previous abnormal noise came from this. Unexpectedly, there was no Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou at the door, only It was dark outside the door.

Tonight, it seems that there is not even a hairy moon, and there is not an inch of moonlight on the ground outside, only the invisible darkness of Wan Lai's hands.

Even the most singing insects and birds in the countryside, there is no sound of dog barking.

Fang Zheng stopped his gaze on the door frame. At this time, there was nothing. Fang Zheng clearly remembered that there was a rooster hanging from Aunt Zhou.

Because Fang saw an iron nail used to tie the rooster on the door frame.

Fang's face changed slightly, and he immediately thought of the night when Widow Horse disappeared, and the rooster hung on the door frame of her house disappeared inexplicably just like today.

Huh.

Another cold night breeze poured back into the house from the door. Fang Zheng held a ghost knife in his hand. He stood motionless inside the door, holding his breath. He was listening attentively to all the wind and grass around him, looking for Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou. Silhouette.

Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou disappeared for almost a minute, and their lives are in danger at any time.

The wind was so strong at night that the dark shadows of the trees in the mountains were swaying like heavy ghosts with teeth and claws. Under the quiet night, even distant mountains, nearby trees, jungles, and houses seem to have all become black ghosts. This night, it is too quiet.

Crack...Suddenly, the sound of a tree branch stomping off was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

"Who!"

Fangzheng's hand holding the handle of the knife tightened. At this moment, a figure hurried past several tens of meters away, and immediately hid in the dark night.

Fang Zheng squinted his eyes. The opponent was just a person. He didn't carry or hold anyone else. He didn't rush out of the house to chase the dangerous and unknown darkness.

The frightening experience at Li Peng's house made him cautious everywhere, not daring to take a wrong step.

Whether it was the **** who could hurt him by resentment alone, and almost capsized the boat in that gutter; or this time, the more weird and over-scale ghost hit the wall, it made him have scruples in his heart.

Huh.

The cold night breeze poured back into the house again, it seemed to be a curl in the house like a fallen leaf, and it blew towards the doorway where Fangzheng stood motionless, crunching...

The door was swayed by the wind, and it was about to close. Fang Zheng raised his hand against the door that was about to close. When he opened the door again, Fang Zheng's eyelids twitched heavily.

The figure of a wet woman stood at the door without knowing when.

This is the famous eye socket with deep sunken eyes, pale and bloodless, wearing a plain white dress, with long wet and knotted black hair draped over his shoulders. At the moment, the whole body is soaked, and the drops of water are dripping down the skirt corners. On the surface, a pool of dark water stains quickly formed on the soil under the feet.

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child..." the woman said, the drops of water still dripping down her body.

As for the answer, the village head had already given an answer.

The accurate answer given by the village chief is: "Maybe the rain is heavy, and the child went into the mountains to hide from the rain. You can go into the mountains to look for it."

Prompt the wrong answer: "I didn't see it."

However, all of this is based on the premise that the village chief did not deceive everyone...

But if it is not just a mudslide and a landslide that is a ghost hitting the wall, even the village chief is also a part of the ghost hitting the wall, then is this so-called accurate answer misleading?

Fangzheng is not sure whether the village chief is real, the villagers are not real, whether everything he sees is real, and with so many unknown factors, Founder obviously will not believe the so-called correct answer 100%.

Fang Zheng suddenly thought of the urban legend about the rift woman.

"Am I pretty?"

The answer is beautiful: Out! !

The answer is not pretty: Out! !

Anyway, as long as you follow the gaping woman's brain to answer, no matter what the answer is, you will have to die in front and back, up and down...

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child..."

The woman repeated it again.

Fang Zheng: "People can be humble as dust, but not twisted like maggots."

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child..." the woman repeated for the third time, her voice being calm and lifeless from beginning to end.

It seems that persuading ghosts to do good works is not feasible, or is it too literary and artful for ordinary people (ghosts) to understand?

Fang Zheng thought about it and said, "The ones who can open the soft corners of the heart are good people, the ones who can quickly open the soft corners of the heart are good people, and the soft corners of the heart are always open and not closed are the bad guys. What kind of person are you? ?"

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child..." the woman repeated for the fourth time, still dripping with drops of water on her body.

It seems that the soul chicken soup with rhetorical question is also not working...

Fang Zheng: "You know, the sun we saw was the sun eight minutes ago; the moon we saw was the moon 1.3 seconds ago; the building a mile away was five microseconds The one that existed before; even if you are one meter away from me, I see you three nanoseconds ago. What we see is the past, and everything will pass."

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child..." This is the fifth time the woman repeated.

A black line hangs down from Fang Zheng's forehead.

He is hopeless.

Anyway, trying to reason with a woman, the only reason in this world is that you can never talk with a woman about winning, a philosophy of life.

Facing the hollow gaze from the opposite woman, Fang Zheng's forehead dripped with cold sweat.

I'm fast searching for any other answers in my head.

Wait for an accurate answer online.

Fangzheng quickly found out in frustration that his brain cells were about to be squeezed out, and he couldn't find any more ink in his belly.

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child..." For the sixth time, the woman looked at Fang Zheng and her voice sounded calmly again.