Dabai was startled, and then opened his mouth wide.
The dog's face was full of disbelief, and he said: "It, it can also speak human words."
Wang Jian twisted his ears and murmured: "It hurts.
It seems like I'm not dreaming."
Could it be that this tabby cat is also a spirit like Dabai?
Wang Jian wondered in his mind.
He touched Dabai's head and whispered: "Dabai, is that cat the same kind as you?
How come it can also speak human language?"
Dabai shook his head and said, "It's not a spirit.
If my guess is correct, it's a demon."
What kind of monster Suddenly, Wang Jian couldn't help but think of the boy in red and the bearded man he met at the self-service barbecue restaurant last time.
Wang Jian clearly remembered that one of them was a snake and the other was a toad.
"Are you a demon cat?"
Wang Jian couldn't help but tremble.
"It seems not."
Dabai replied.
"Why does it look like a cat if it's not a cat demon?"
Wang Jian was speechless.
The tabby cat dodged and appeared in front of Wang Jian and Dabai.
It grinned, showing its sharp teeth, and stared at Wang Jian with a pair of green eyes.
"What do you want?"
Dabai took a few steps back, his face full of caution.
He was ready to escape at any time.
The tabby cat rolled its eyes, raised its paw and scratched its face and said, "I don't want to do anything, but my master wants to see you."
"Your master."
A trace of doubt flashed across Wang Jian's face.
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint voice came from behind Wang Jian.
"Wang Jian, right?"
Wang Jian turned his head suddenly and saw an old lady standing behind him.
The old lady had silver hair and stared at Wang Jian with a pair of cold eyes.
This old lady was the one who had appeared before.
The third aunt Wang at the scene of the crime was the goddess of Tianjiagang Village.
"Who are you?
Do I know you?"
Wang Jian looked puzzled.
He was confused as to why this old lady knew his name.
The old lady nodded and said with a smile: "Haha, we met ten years ago, when you were only five years old."
Wang Jian was startled, and then said with disbelief: "Ten years ago, I was probably only five years old.
Now that I am so old, you still recognize me."
"Of course, because your eyes are different from others."
The old lady grinned and waved, and the tabby cat jumped into her arms.
Suddenly, the old lady's words rang in Wang Jian's ears like thunder.
Wang Jian's face turned pale.
Why did she know that her eyes were different from others?
Did she know that her eyes were born with yin and yang when she was five years old?
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Eye The old lady took one look and caught the change in Wang Jian's expression.
She grinned and said, "Are you shocked?
Are you wondering why I know why your eyes are different from others?"
Wang Jian nodded without saying a word.
A layer of fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
"If you want to know, just come to my home and find me.
Remember, my name is Third Aunt Wang."
After saying that, the old lady disappeared with the cat in her arms.
"Who is Third Aunt Wang?"
Wang Jian had never heard of this name at all.
"This old woman is not easy to mess with."
Dabai said calmly.
"I'm curious, why does she know that my eyes are different from others."
Wang Jian scratched his head, he couldn't figure it out.
"Haha, you are so stupid, because you just saw that tabby cat."
Dabai said.
Wang Jian argued: "That tabby cat is a demon.
It is different from your spirits and resentful souls.
It is a real thing and can be seen with the naked eye."
"That makes sense.
Maybe she really met you ten years ago.
Besides, it's been so many years, maybe you've forgotten it."
Wang Jian sighed: "That's right."
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, his eyes widened, and his whole body trembled slightly.
He remembered that the old Taoist priest told him four years ago that he would use his yin and yang eyes.
It was sealed when he was five years old, that is, when his family first entered the city.
Thinking of this, Wang Jian felt that he had vaguely thought of something, but there was something he wanted to catch but couldn't. feeling.
Dabai felt the trembling of Wang Jianjian's body.
He grinned and said, "What's wrong?
You thought of something.
You look like your body is shaking so much, as if you've seen a ghost."
Speaking of ghosts, Dabai then remembered that he wanted to When it caught up with the resentful spirit, it said hurriedly: "Hurry up and catch the ghost."
After saying that, it ducked and disappeared.
At the same time, Wang Dayong’s family.
Wang Dayong carried a stool and slowly opened the door of his younger brother Wang Eryong's room.
The room looked very monotonous, and there were very few things, only a bed and a large wardrobe.
Although the windows in the room were open, in broad daylight, the room gave people an eerie feeling.
Wang Dayong lowered his body and looked under the bed.
There was nothing under the bed.
Was it in the closet?
Wang Dayong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked slowly towards the closet.
Walking quietly to the closet, Wang Dayong murmured: "There are no ghosts in this world.
People scare themselves with these things."
The reason why he suddenly said this was actually because he wanted to be brave. , but he seems to have a guilty conscience.
Wang Dayong slowly raised his hand and touched the handle on the closet door.
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As soon as his hand touched the handle, he retracted it again.
Should I open it?
What if there really is that kind of thing inside?
For a moment, Wang Dayong was full of tangles in his heart.
He finally gritted his teeth and suddenly reached out and pulled open the closet door.
"Ah!"
As soon as the closet door opened, Wang Dayong screamed violently, rolling and crawling about to run out of the room, but he stumbled and fell directly to the ground.
"No, it's impossible."
Wang Dayong said with a trembling voice.
He didn't dare to look behind him, and a heavy cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
It turned out that the moment he opened the closet, he clearly saw a middle-aged woman standing in the closet, all wet and wearing a floral shirt.
The woman's face had a light blue color, and her eyes were more white than black.
Stare at him.
And this middle-aged woman is his dead wife Wang Suxiang.
"Su Xiang is dead, Su Xiang will not come back, Su Xiang is dead."
Wang Dayong shivered, his whole body shaking slightly.
After a long time, he saw no movement behind him, and he suddenly became confused.
Could it be that he was too nervous just now and his eyes were blurred?
Thinking of this, he slowly turned around and glanced at the closet.
Although he was mentally prepared, Wang Dayong was still startled.
Then he patted his chest.
It turned out that there was no middle-aged woman in the closet, just a floral shirt hanging: