Chapter 62

The room was empty.

There was no bed, no quilt.

The mountain village was particularly cold at night.

Luo Qingzhou held Xiaodie in his arms and sat down in the corner of the room, letting her sleep in his arms.

The little girl was frightened during the day, and she was already exhausted from climbing mountains and walking so much.

After mending his clothes, she fell asleep in his arms.

The night wind outside the house was sobbing, and the branches and weeds were rustling.

Occasionally, a few night owls cried in the forest not far away, which sounded particularly creepy.

Outside the window, a silver moon hung in the night sky, appearing and disappearing in the dark clouds, like an eye peeping at the earth, sneaking.

Luo Qingzhou was not sleepy at all.

After the little girl fell asleep, he put her on the robe on the ground, wrapped her tightly, and then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, practicing internal skills.

After a few weeks, the whole body felt warm and comfortable.

The pain in the whole body was gradually subsiding, and the injured and torn membrane was also slowly repairing.

At three o'clock in the morning.

Suddenly, a cat's cry came from outside the window.

Then, the window that could no longer be closed whirred, as if there was wind blowing in.

Luo Qingzhou opened his eyes and looked.

A black shadow suddenly appeared outside the window, standing there silently like a ghost.

I don't know how long it has been standing there.

Under the moonlight, she gradually became clear.

White hair, wrinkled face, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her.

She also looked at Luo Qingzhou.

There was a strange silence around, with only the whimpering sound of the night wind.

"Meow——"

Suddenly, a cat's cry sounded.

Then, a wild cat passed through the black shadow and jumped onto the windowsill, looking into the house with cold eyes flashing with fluorescence.

And the figure standing in front of the window disappeared strangely.

It seemed that it was really just a shadow, which was broken into pieces after the wild cat passed through its body, and disappeared without a trace.

Luo Qingzhou sat in the corner, looking at the wild cat on the windowsill, without moving or speaking.

After staring at him for a while, the wild cat turned around and jumped into the yard.

Then, it left from the collapsed wall.

At this time, the wind outside was even louder, whimpering, as if someone was crying in the dark night.

The crying was shrill and intermittent.

Luo Qingzhou stood up and walked out.

After standing in the small yard and watching for a while, he walked out of the gate again. His heart moved, and he turned his head to look, and suddenly saw a black shadow standing at the gate of a house in the direction of the village.

The night wind blew, and the black shadow hunched over, with white hair fluttering, slowly turned his head and looked at him.

Under the cold and dim moonlight, the shadow revealed an old face full of wrinkles and spots of death, and the corner of his mouth still had the weird smile that had just appeared outside the window.

Luo Qingzhou's eyes fixed and he walked over.

When he got closer, the figure had already entered the door and disappeared.

Luo Qingzhou stood at the door, looking at the decayed door, thinking about the past scenes, and walked in.

The small courtyard was overgrown with weeds, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

The door of the hall was locked, and the iron lock was rusty.

The wooden door of the ear house next to it was slightly ajar, and looking through the gap, it seemed that something was shaking inside.

Luo Qingzhou paused in the yard for a while, walked over, and gently pushed the door open.

A rope hung from the beam in the room.

On the rope, a white-haired old man was hanging.

The old man had already died, and his white hair was hanging, covering his wrinkled cheeks.

The night wind blew in from the dilapidated window, and the old man's thin and weak body swayed gently in the air.

The rope rubbed against the beam above, which had long been fragile and made a creaking sound.

Luo Qingzhou knew this old man.

His mother used to call her Aunt Shuizi. Xiaodie came here to chat with her for an afternoon during the day, and also borrowed needles and thread from here.

The old man was lonely and had been lonely in the village for many years. After chatting with a strange little girl for an afternoon today, he returned to the room and hanged himself?

She told Xiaodie that this place was haunted, and it was likely that she was old and weak and close to death, so she could see it.

For her, this might be a kind of relief.

But...

Luo Qingzhou looked at the old man in front of him, thinking about the white-haired black shadow he had just seen.

Was that the old man's soul, saying goodbye to them before leaving?

But how did he suddenly see it?

The book of strange stories said that people with strong souls, or those who are very old, or those who are chronically ill, or those who are about to die, can sometimes see ghosts and see things that they cannot see normally.

Could it be that he has been taking the black liquid produced by the Sun and Moon Bronze Mirror for a long time, and his soul has become very strong?

Or did the life-and-death battle today suddenly change his soul?

To be honest, he was a little scared when he suddenly saw the black shadow outside the window just now.

But curiosity and calmness quickly overcame the fear.

If you don't do bad things, you don't have to be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

Moreover, he is now full of blood and energy, and his spirit is strong, so his courage has naturally become greater. He should not be afraid of these ghosts who only dare to sneak out in the dark.

It should be the ghosts who are afraid of him.

Thinking so, Luo Qingzhou stepped forward to take down the old man's body.

"Woo..."

At this time, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in from the window, making the wooden windows rattle.

At the same time, the sound of a woman crying really rang out outside.

Then, there were the cries of a man, a baby, and an old man, one after another.

A black shadow suddenly appeared on the low courtyard wall, and then floated into the yard, twisting and swaying, with long hair hanging down, and making a "woohoo" sound from his mouth.

Then, more black shadows appeared, twisting and swaying at the gate, on the courtyard wall, and in the small courtyard, with long hair flying and woohooing.

It was like a hundred ghosts dancing at night and a thousand ghosts crying at night!

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze, first took down the old man's body, put it on the bed, covered it with a quilt, then left the room and stood in the small courtyard.

The twisted and sobbing black shadows in the small courtyard swung their bodies more crazily.

Gusts of cold wind swirled and flew around on the ground.

Luo Qingzhou clenched his fists, walked down the steps, and walked towards those hideous and twisting black shadows.

Every time he took a step forward, the shadows would float back, as if they were afraid to let him get close.

Luo Qingzhou sneered in his heart, suddenly took a stance, and started to perform the Thunder Fist in the yard.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap suddenly sounded in the silent night.

"Woo——"

The wind blew wildly, and the shadows that were dancing wildly were frightened and whimpered, and fled in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.

The small yard was quiet again, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.

"Sure enough, the virtual is afraid of the real, the yin is afraid of the yang, and the little ghost is afraid of the courage! The blood and qi are strong, the spirit is strong, and the courage is strong!"

"If a timid person encounters these ghosts when walking at night, he can't see with his eyes, but can only feel the cold wind beside his ears and body, the chill on his back, and fear in his heart. The more frightened, the weaker the spirit and blood, and the more arrogant these ghosts are... After returning, he will definitely get a serious disease. If he is treated well, he can still survive. If he is not treated well, his spirit is too weak, and he can only get sick and die..."

"Some people with diseases, or the elderly, will see these ghosts everywhere at night, and they may be close to death at that time... Once they can't strengthen their bodies and spirits, they may really be incurable..."

"Some ghosts died unjustly and are full of hatred, so they wander around to harm people..."

Luo Qingzhou thought about the records in the book, left the courtyard, and returned to his residence.

Just as he was about to enter the house, he suddenly found a black shadow squatting on the collapsed courtyard wall.

The black shadow was surrounded by black mist, and his figure was more solid than the ghost he had just seen. His face was not clear, but he could see two slightly red eyes.

Luo Qingzhou took a look and suddenly heard its inner voice.

[This human is so scary, his blood is so vigorous, he can't be provoked... Why is he looking at me straight? It's impossible for him to see me... I should go back to practice...]

The black shadow turned around and floated away.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, practice?

He immediately followed after a thought.

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