Of course, the black-clothed ghost Wang Dingkun must be following us in the same footsteps. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After entering the room, Tianhong immediately ran to the side of the bed impatiently, raised his head and fell down, and shouted in his mouth: "But I can exhaust my master." ”

"How old are you, you dare to call yourself a master in front of me!" I half-jokingly scolded.

Tianhong only cared about sleeping with his head bored, but he didn't bother to pay attention to me.

Seeing that he was ignoring me, I could only walk to the side of the bed and fall down like a cartilaginous snake, and I couldn't help but complain in my heart: "I can finally rest!" ”

"Go to sleep, I'll keep a vigil for you."

Wang Dingkun's voice sounded directly in front of us.

Compared with his previous cold voice, there seemed to be more grievance in his tone this time.

I know that the death of Wang Ruomei and Lao Jintou hit him hard.

Although he has been dead for more than ten years, but his feelings have not died with the body, the ancients often said, people are not plants, who can be ruthless, in fact, ghosts are not plants, there is no shortage of good ghosts with affection and righteousness in the world.

Wang Ruomei's death is indeed too cruel for these two people and ghosts who have been separated for more than 20 years.

After being separated for so many years and departing from so many people and things, but after meeting again, this person and ghost only got along for less than an hour, and immediately worked again, which is really embarrassing.

I reached out and patted Tianhong's back, and motioned to him to comfort Wang Dingkun with my eyes.

Unexpectedly, Tianhong was too lazy to be like a pig, and still crawled on the bed motionless, without even lifting his eyelids.

I angrily scolded "idiot" in my heart.

Alas, it seems that he can only rely on himself who is not good at words to comfort Wang Dingkun.

I cleared my throat, sat up from the bed with difficulty, faced Wang Dingkun, and said indifferently: "Wang Dingkun, although you still look like a child, you are actually much older than me, and you can even be regarded as an "old ghost". ”

"So I won't tell you more about the big truth, you understand the truth that people can't be resurrected after death, after all, you have already died once, and you can be regarded as having some experience in this regard."

"What's more, even if Miss Ruomei doesn't die, you will never be separated from heaven and earth, and you can't be together."

Wang Dingkun lowered his head, stood aside silently, and did not answer me immediately.

I saw that he was silent, thinking that he had not yet opened his heart, so I took the trouble to comfort him again: "Tomorrow, you can go back to Baishui Village with me, since Wuyuan said that you and I are both born cursed by the life of a child, then let's go against the sky and change our lives together, okay?" ”

After I finished saying this, Wang Dingkun had already raised his head and said with a wry smile: "Yiyang, don't worry, you are my first friend, I will protect you no matter what." ”

"No matter how much danger there is in the future, Long Xueyan and I will be by your side and escort you, so you don't have to worry that I won't go with you."

"Ah, you misunderstood me, I wasn't worried that you wouldn't go back to Baishui Village with me, I just didn't want you to be affected by Ruomei's death, do you understand?"

I looked at Wang Qingkun with a sincere face and responded with a serious heart.

"Oh, you two are so noisy, and you don't let people sleep?" Tianhong lay on the bed and scolded angrily.

Wang Dingkun smiled bitterly at me when he heard this, and said indifferently: "Yiyang, you go to sleep, I'm fine." ”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for me to reply again, he had already turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared from his figure.

I guess it was a person hiding in a corner and crying, right?

Of course, I don't know if the ghost will cry, haha, it was just my personal speculation at the time.

Regarding Wang Ruomei's death, I really don't have any good way, after all, I am not Zhu Youshi, I don't understand the secret techniques of those living and dead, let alone those anti-heaven demon methods of refining souls and ghosts.

At that moment, he could only shake his head helplessly, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

It is often said that there are thoughts during the day and dreams at night, as if there is such a situation.

Maybe I experienced so much during the day that I had strange nightmares shortly after I fell asleep.

In my dream, I returned to the old house of the female ghost Harusan, and the house was already empty, just as I had dreamed last night.

The moldy stools fell to the ground horizontally, and the wooden table, which had been somewhat decayed, also leaned diagonally against the southeast wall of the room, just like the night he fought with Wuxin and the others here.

Tonight, however, I was the only one standing alone in this cold old house, and I didn't even feel a trace of popularity other than the sound of my own breathing.

Just as I was standing alone in the middle of the gloomy house, the familiar sound of "hee-hee" sounded again in the inner room of the house, exactly the same as the baby's giggle I heard outside the old house that night.

That giggle pierced directly into my eardrums like a sound from the Nine Hells, and my pores immediately stood up unconsciously.

Curious, I steadied myself, and then slowly moved my steps towards the inner room.

Trying to figure out the ins and outs of the giggle.

Otherwise, it will keep pestering me like this, and that's not the way to go.

After all, this is the second night in a row that I've dreamed of this inexplicable giggle.

With such a broken mentality, I slowly walked from the hall of the old mansion to the door of the inner room.

As I got closer to the small door of the inner room, I felt more and more creepy inside, as if my scalp was about to explode, and my heart was both frightened and curious.

But at the same time, I felt as if something bad was peeking at me in the dark, and it sent chills down my back.

As I stood at the door of the inner room, I looked around cautiously.

I didn't find anything unusual in the hall other than the chairs and rotten wooden tables that lay on the floor.

As I looked around, there was another chuckle in the inner room.

It was like a magic sound, unprepared for me, and it instantly rushed into my eardrums and straight into my head.

So much so that the already nervous heart was even more frightened and fluttered.

I took a deep breath outside the door, adjusted my mood a bit, and finally reached for the door to push the door to the inner room.

As the creaking sound suddenly sounded in the silent old house, everything inside the door came into my eyes.

It's strange that it's a big night, but I can see everything in the inner room.

It stands to reason that the old mansion of the female hang-necked ghost should be dark, after all, I heard Wutian talk about the layout of this old mansion before, but it is a gloomy situation facing east and west, and the sun can't shine into this house at all.