The face on the wall disappeared, as if it had never been there before.
What happened?
Qian Xing rubbed his eyes vigorously.
He took three steps and two steps at a time, and quickly ran to the second floor. , standing closest to the face-like decoration, looking at it carefully.
He couldn't figure out why that thing suddenly disappeared, just like the woman in white disappeared before.
Suddenly he felt a little scared in his heart.
Are there really ghosts in this world?
Is the woman in white really a ghost?
He slowly walked down the stairs with an anxious mood and looked towards where the woman in white was standing.
The woman in white disappeared again.
Qian Xing felt that his brain was not enough.
"Did you see it?"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind Qian Xing, which scared Qian Xing and screamed, because he had already determined in his heart that the woman in white must be a ghost.
When you are scared, if you hear a voice behind you, you will definitely be frightened and scream.
Of course, basically everyone is like this, including me.
"When did you, you, you run up behind me?"
Qian Xing felt that his body was shaking, and even his voice trembled.
"I've been following you."
The woman in white spoke, her voice becoming unusually calm.
"How could it be possible if you were behind me?
Why couldn't I hear your footsteps?
Why didn't I see you when I turned around?"
Although Qian Xing didn't believe what the woman in white said, he forced himself to believe him, otherwise he would explain It doesn't make sense.
If I have to explain it, the woman in front of me is a ghost.
Qian Xing believed in his heart that the woman in white was a ghost, but even if he believed it, he might not actually be it.
So after Qian Xing took a few deep breaths, he gradually relaxed his body and stopped shaking, but his voice was still trembling.
"How could it be that you were just looking at the face on the wall?
You were all focused on it.
Of course you wouldn't notice that I was following you."
Maybe it was just like what the woman in white said.
His attention was completely focused on that face, so he didn't hear the woman following behind him.
Qian Xing comforted himself secretly.
He still didn't want to imagine that there was a ghost in his home.
"By the way, why did that face suddenly disappear?"
Qian Xing suddenly remembered the face on the wall again.
"It's obviously there when it's gone."
The woman in white pointed towards the wall and said.
"It's up there."
Qian Xing leaned forward with doubts and looked towards the wall.
Qian Xing rubbed his eyes vigorously again.
What was going on?
The face on the wall appeared again.
"You" Qian Xing turned around and suddenly stopped talking because the woman in white behind him disappeared again.
Qian Xing's goosebumps suddenly rose.
He felt a sudden cold air rising from the soles of his feet, which reached to his heart.
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He couldn't help but shudder.
"Hehe" a weird laughter suddenly came into Qian Xing's ears, and the place where the sound came from was on the wall with a face.
He slowly raised his head and looked towards the wall. ah Qian Xing yelled and rushed downstairs quickly.
He was too panicked and rolled down the stairs.
Maybe it was because Qian Xing was injured in the fall, or maybe it was because Qian Xing's legs were weak from fear.
He leaned forward desperately, trying to escape from this new home, because he saw the woman in white, no, I should say It was the face of a woman in white, hanging on the wall, grinning at him.
Gui Gui, that woman in white is really a ghost.
Qian Xing no longer knew what to say.
There seemed to be only one thought left in his head, which was to escape from this place, yes, escape, otherwise his life might be lost.
He believed that as long as he escaped to his hometown and had the protection of his family, the ghost would not dare to cause trouble.
Qian Xing crawled forward desperately, getting closer and closer to the door, getting closer and closer.
Qian Xing seemed to have seen hope, and his climbing speed suddenly increased a lot.
There was already a lot of water in the yard.
Qian Xing crawled quickly on it, letting the pouring rain hit him.
He didn't care about the ground that had been turned into mud by the rain, nor did he look back.
Take a look to see if the woman in white has come down from the wall.
Just as he was about to climb to the gate, a white thing suddenly stood in front of him.
"Hey, where are you going?
It's raining so hard.
It's better to take shelter inside the house, otherwise you will get sick."
There was that weird laugh again, and Qian Xing suddenly felt that the sky was about to fall, and he He suddenly turned around and crawled towards another place.
But that weird laughter seemed to follow him and ring in his ears.
"No, I must escape.
I must escape.
My beloved girl is still waiting for me to marry her.
I can't die in this place."
Qian Xing kept shouting to himself in his heart, wanting to use his The beloved girl cheered him up, which allowed him to grit his teeth and persevere without fainting.
He felt that as long as he passed out, his life would be over.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Another white thing stood in front of Qian Xing.
Qian Xing didn't know where the courage came from.
Maybe it was his beloved girl who really gave him strength.
He actually raised his head and stared at the white thing in front of him.
He saw clearly that the white thing was the clothes the woman was wearing before, and the woman was grinning at him with her mouth wide open.
"Who are you?
Why do you want to harm me?
This is my home, get out of here!"
Qian Xing didn't have the strength to stand up, but he used all his strength to yell at the woman in white.
"Hey, this is our home, haven't we already paid homage?"
The woman in white smiled, just like the smile she saw in her dream. ah Qian Xing shouted, turned around and crawled to another place.
But before he climbed a few times, he felt something cold and unusually grabbed his ankle, preventing him from taking another step forward.
The hand that grabbed his ankle moved up little by little, until he reached his ankle.
The position of his shoulders.
It was exactly the same feeling as in the dream, except that one was standing and the other was lying on the muddy ground: