The lonely wooden house located in the deep snowy mountains turned on the lights in the cold night.
What Luo Qiong saw was a warm fire and food that could keep warm, but what I saw was weird and bizarre. otbnkotgt Who would build a house in such a deep mountain, and still live in this lonely house on a day when the mountain is blocked by heavy snow?
Such a person either has a brain problem or has a special reason.
However, having a house is better than sleeping outdoors in the snow, so Luo Qiong and I walked towards the house.
The surroundings are quite open, because it has snowed a few days ago, so there is still some snow, which can cover the feet.
The whole house is not too small, with three rooms in the front and back, and the lights shine through the windows.
Yes, the foundation of the house is raised upwards, and the structure below is supported by wood.
The two of us walked up the wooden stairs, knocked on the door and shouted, "Is there anyone there?"
It’s not that I hope the people inside can understand Chinese, just open the door and find a place to sleep.
Even after shouting a few times, no one opened the door.
Luo Qiong couldn't hold it any longer.
He stretched out his hand and pushed it.
Unexpectedly, he actually pushed the door open.
It turned out that the wooden door in front of him was not locked tightly.
It opened with a "squeak", and the layout of the house was not complicated, but it was very clean.
There was a lamp on the table, which looked like a kerosene lamp.
In the center was a stone stove with a fire burning inside.
There are tables, tatami mats, cabinets and other things.
There was even some food on the table, and the soup was still slightly steaming.
But there was no one there.
I tentatively walked into the house and shouted a few more times, but still no one came out.
Luo Qiong closed the door, and the sound of wind outside was suddenly blocked outside the house.
I sat next to the stove, took off my coat, and warmed my hands.
The flame was very warm.
Luo Qiong stared at the food on the table and was about to use his chopsticks without thinking too much.
I shook my head and said, "Don't worry, I don't know what to do yet."
Luo Qiong's physique has also undergone rapid changes in the past six months.
He was beaten to death by Chen Anna every day, and then fled back to the camp like a bereaved dog.
The next day, his injuries were more or less healed, and he went to receive another beating.
I analyzed it later and found that the reason why his body recovered so quickly was that on the one hand it was because he had demonic energy to protect his body, and on the other hand it was because he was so badly abused by Anna Chen that he was unable to withstand beatings every day.
He had to go up a step.
To be honest, he was lucky that he didn't die in that bitch's hands.
"I'm really hungry, just eat a little, hehe."
Luo Qiong wanted to take a few bites because of his physical fitness.
I thought about it and nodded, and he immediately picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
I stood up and walked towards the other two houses.
The three houses were connected and separated by wooden doors.
The first one, where we just came in, was the dining room.
I opened the wooden door.
There was no light on in the second room, so I raised a flame in my hand and walked in.
There was a tatami in the room, as well as a cupboard and some drawers with clothes.
It seemed that the second room should be a bedroom.
I turned around, and the flames illuminated the wall.
I vaguely saw a picture frame.
I stopped and took a closer look.
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Sure enough, it was a picture frame.
I raised my arms little by little, and the photos in the picture frame gradually came into view.
What appeared in my eyes was a photo of a woman.
It was a black and white photo with a black frame.
The woman in the photo looked very young, about twenty years old.
She had long hair, but her face was cold and expressionless. , coupled with the weird atmosphere and dark space around it, make this photo look a bit eerie.
The woman in the photo seems to be staring at me.
I'm not afraid of the "posthumous photo", I'm just a little surprised.
Black border, black and white photo, it looks like a posthumous photo.
The woman in the photo is dead, but who hung the photo here?
I turned around, and I didn't know if it was my imagination, but I always felt that the photo of the deceased on the wall behind me was still staring at me.
This feeling was particularly uncomfortable.
He opened another wooden door and walked into the third room at the back.
When the flames shone, he saw a lot of debris, including some firewood piled randomly on the ground.
It looks like it should be a room for storing miscellaneous items.
I took a few steps back.
There was no one in the three rooms.
It seemed like this house should be abandoned, but the question was how could there be lights in an abandoned house?
Could it be that the owner had gone out?
But the wind and snow were so strong that he ran out.
Why do we have to go out now for such an important thing, and what a coincidence, he stepped in front and we came in behind, and even the food on the table was hot.
I returned to the first room.
Luo Qiong was already half full and said with a smile: "It tastes pretty good.
Brother Shan, you can eat some too.
The food will be fine."
I wasn't very hungry, so I waved my hand and looked at the snowstorm outside.
It looked like it was going to rain all night.
I sighed and said, "I can't leave tonight."
When it was completely dark outside and the owner didn't come back, we simply stayed in the house and added some firewood to the fire.
The house was warm and comfortable.
At about seven or eight o'clock, Luo Qiong fell asleep.
I sit cross-legged and meditate.
This has been my habit for most of the year.
Although I cannot meditate all night, I can at least maintain it for an hour or two.
I can only fall asleep when the breath in my body is smooth, and the quality of my sleep is not bad, but I am more alert than before.
I was meditating.
Although I didn't hear any movement except the wind, I felt like something was approaching.
At this time, Luo Qiong closed his eyes, but his snoring gradually stopped, and he whispered: "Brother Shan, something is not right."
I nodded and patted his back gently, indicating that he should stop moving and continue to pretend to sleep.
After a while, there was a slight "creak" sound from the wooden house, and then the temperature in the room began to drop rapidly.
I closed my eyes but could feel that thing getting closer.
At this moment, Luo Qiong and I burst out in anger almost at the same time.
When we looked carefully, we discovered that the Japanese female monster who had entered my dream before and wanted to kill me was actually standing in front of me.
"What the hell?"
Luo Qiong also saw it, and his body reacted naturally, completing the demonization in just a second or two.
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The snow girl was also a little panicked when she was discovered.
She blew cold air at me, turned off the stove and lights, and then turned around and drifted out of the door.
"You want to run away?"
Luo Qiong shouted, and he landed at the door with a slight jump.
He scratched the snow girl's face with his claws.
The snow girl was shocked and hurriedly backed away.
At the same time, she waved her sleeves, covering Luo Qiong's surroundings with ice.
However, this degree of ice sealing had no effect on Luo Qiong.
Luo Qiong shattered the ice with one punch, and his demonized claws went straight to the neck of the snow girl opposite him.
I stood behind the snow girl at the same time, stretched out my hand to draw a circle, and the golden light drew a glowing circle with my fingers.
When the snow girl came closer, I trapped her.
The trapped snow girl tried to struggle, but the golden halo was like a chain and she couldn't break free. .
"Brother Shan, I've never seen you use this skill before," Luo Qiong shouted to me.
"You haven't seen many, she can't run away."
I approached, and the snow girl retreated to the corner in panic.
She tried to blow out the cold air but found that nothing came out of her mouth, and she became even more panicked.
I looked at her face, and it was indeed the female monster who attacked me last night, but it felt very familiar.
After thinking about it, I realized that this woman was not the woman in the photo.
She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something to us, but neither of us understood what she was saying.
I frowned, turned around and walked into the room, took off her photo, put it in front of her, pointed at it and asked, "Is that you?"
She nodded immediately without denying it.
"How did you die?"
I asked while trying my best to use gestures and body language as I spoke.
It took her a long time to understand.
Then she opened her mouth and made a strange cry.
She looked very strange, as if she was imitating something. beast.
"It's not a beast, it's not a monster.
Could it be a dragon?"
I asked while guessing.
When I mentioned the dragon, she was obviously taken aback, and then looked at me deeply with her eyes.
At this time, in the Tokyo hotel, the three of them looked at the woman sitting in front of them, with incredible expressions of surprise on their faces.
"How did you come back, Miss?"
the fat man asked in surprise
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