C20 Haunted house

The old school in the old society had finished school much earlier than the current school.

That day, Chunlin left school early and returned home. As usual, he carried the basket of pigweed up the mountain.

Going up the mountain to look for pigweed was something that the Spring Forest did every day, and this day was no exception.

By the time Spring Forest had found a basket of pigweed, it was about time for dinner.

As he passed Old Qin's haunted house with the heavy pigweed on his back, he smelled a strong aroma of meat.

That was the smell of the braised lamb. The Spring Forest had gone to the wealthy He family in town with their father, Yang Zirong, during the new year. The smell of the braised lamb was the most delicious thing that had been eaten so far in the Spring Forest Road.

Spring Forest had always remembered that smell. He couldn't forget that smell. Sometimes, in class, he would remember that smell. Sometimes, when he was under that rotten blanket, he would dream of that smell.

It took almost three months for Spring Forest to forget about that smell.

But sometimes, when he was dreaming, he would still dream, and it was so intense.

Who would have thought that even in Wan Zi Village, the Spring Forest would be able to smell the stewed mutton.

All of a sudden, Chun Lin froze on the spot, unable to move. The taste of the lamb was simply too alluring. It was a taste that the Spring Forest had longed for for so many days and nights.

That was in the days when a month, or even months, was the time for a meal.

There was no way around it. No matter how delicious it was, it was impossible for it to eat it. It was better to just leave. At the very least, one wouldn't feel uncomfortable if they couldn't smell it.

Just as Chun Lin was about to leave, a person suddenly came. This person was not someone from the Fourth Dimension Gulf, nor was he from the Eighteenth Officer of the Three Rivers and Nine Bay. Instead, it was a stranger dressed in strange clothes, who was talking in a crude manner with the language of Sanchuan, named Ahimo.

"Don't go, don't go, lamb, lamb, go, eat …" Ahimo spoke in a gruff Miyagawa language.

"No!" Chunlin shook his head. No matter how delicious the lamb was, he wasn't prepared to eat it.

"Let's go, don't be afraid!" Ahimo grabbed Spring Forest and headed home.

Spring Forest originally wanted to refuse, but the smell of the mutton was too enticing.

Chunlin ate mutton as he wished. By the time Chun Lin had finished eating that huge bowl of mutton, Chun Lin already felt that there was nothing in the world more delicious than mutton.

Spring Forest almost couldn't bear to spit out the bones of the lamb, but in her best memories, Spring Forest lost consciousness. When she regained consciousness, Spring Forest found that she was sleeping on the haystack behind Old Qin's house.

Everything from before was like a beautiful dream. Only now did he know that everything was real.

When he got home, he almost got beaten up. His family had already scattered out in all directions to find him.

If you sleep until midnight, you won't be able to do it anymore …

What happened was like this, Mister Zi's guess was not wrong!

Yang Zirong was furious when he heard this. He rushed out of the house, picked up the sickle in the yard and was about to go get revenge on A Zhiruo.

"F * ck, he dares to come and return my son. I will make him come out today!" Yang Zirong was so angry that he was about to rush out. Luckily, there were a lot of people present, so he was able to control Yang Zirong.

"This Bone Clan came here all of a sudden, and they even brought an expert with them. I actually want to personally take a look!" Mr. Tzu spoke.

"Alright, Mr. Zi, I'll go with you!" At this moment, Yang Zirong was unable to calm his anger.

Mr. Zi stopped talking, shook his head, and said: "No need! Look after the child! "

"Mister Zi, how can we be at ease by ourselves?" Chun Lin's mother said.

"That's right, Mr. Zi, take me with you!" Yang Fenglin said.

Mister Zi looked at Yang Fenglin and nodded slightly.

The two of them left Yang Zirong's house and walked in the direction of Old Qin's ghost house.

Old Qin's ghost house was less than a mile away from Yang Zirong's house. In a blink of an eye, the two of them had already arrived there.

"What's wrong with that?" "I'm not too sure either. You have to be careful later!" Mr. Zi reminded him in a low voice.

The main door was made of yellow pear, blue and blue wood. There were two iron rings on the door. The gate was facing the foot of the mountain. Behind the house, there were two sky-high trees with red lips, like two large umbrellas.

"Mister Zi, let me knock on the door!" Yang Fenglin said as he left.

"Clang, clang …" The knocking on the door continued for a long time, but there was no reply.

"Mister Zi, there doesn't seem to be anyone …" Yang Fenglin said and pushed.

"Huala …" The door opened instantly.

Yang Fenglin was startled by the sudden turn of events.

"Mister Zi, there's no one inside!" Yang Fenglin said.

"Let's go in and take a look!" Mr. Tzu strode in.

There was really no one there. Not only was there no one, even the things inside had all been moved away.

"Where is he? Gone? " Yang Fenglin was bewildered.

Mr. Zi nodded his head and looked at the bloodstains on the ground. They were traces that had been washed with water, but had not been washed clean.

"Human blood?" Yang Fenglin also noticed and asked.

Mister Zi nodded and carefully observed his surroundings. He wrinkled his brow and said to Yang Fenglin, "This house has become a true ghost house!"

When Yang Fenglin heard Mister Zi's words, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Let's go and close the door. Don't come into this house at night!" Mr. Tzu's tone was serious.

The two of them went back to Yang Zirong's house.

Yang Zirong has been waiting for Mr. Zi to come back, and now that Mr. Zi is safe and sound, his heart is a little at ease.

"Mr. Tzu, how is it?" Yang Zirong angrily asked.

"He left!" Mr. Tzu shook his head.

"Gone?" Yang Zirong opened his eyes wide, with a look of unwillingness.

"It seems like he left last night!" Mr. Tzu guessed.

"Last night? Last night? "The dog RI is pretty fast!" Yang Zirong gnashed his teeth in anger.

"Last night? Last night... I know. " Yang Fenglin seemed to be deep in thought. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and seemed to have suddenly recalled something.

"You know about it?" Yang Zirong immediately asked.

"Last night, last night, didn't I tell someone that I met a ghost soldier in transit last night?" Yang Fenglin's tone was especially excited, following that, he said, "I know now, last night I didn't meet any Shadow Squad soldiers that crossed the border, but those bastards, they escaped in the middle of the night …"

After what Yang Fenglin said, the situation was already clear. The A'Zimo family had fled overnight!

"If I'm not mistaken, the puddle of blood on the ground belongs to the Great Magus Bone Clan. They left because the Great Magus was injured!" Mr. Tzu said.

Great Magi of the Bone Clan were able to invade snakes or mice with their primordial spirits, and then see things that normal people could not see through the swollen eyes of animals.

The night before, the Bone Clan great Magus must have invaded the rats to check out the situation. However, unexpectedly, Mister Zi predicted that the enemy would come first and set up an inescapable web formation before coming to the great Magus.

Most likely, even the Grand Warlock had not expected Mr. Zi to be so powerful, and he fell for it in an instant. If not for the great shaman having the Yin energy shield protecting him, the formation would have destroyed more than half of the great shaman's evil spells in one fell swoop.

"Unfortunately, he escaped!" Yang Fenglin was unable to calm down his anger.

"You have to be careful in the future, the Bone Clan's evil arts are quite powerful. As far as I know, before the 18 officials of Sanchuan Jiuwan, there were many people who were harmed by the Bone Clan's witchcraft." Mister Zi instructed.

"This bunch of f * cking bastards, the heavens will deal with them sooner or later!" "Yang Zirong was not at peace." If a good person does not live long, then a scourge will live for a thousand years! "

"Forget it, I have to be careful in the future!" Mr. Zi comforted her, "Oh right, this child has too many words and should not be called father. It would be best to change his name. Also, you must recognize your godfather and find someone who is in constant contact with water."

Yang Zirong remembered all of them in his heart. He had a bad feeling about this. His quiet son could not call him father. Any man would feel a bit regretful about this.

"Remember which house in Old Qin's is best to find a lock and lock on it. Do not sell it to anyone. Selling it to someone else is equivalent to harming someone!" After giving his last instruction, Mr. Zi turned around and prepared to leave.

Yang Zirong's thoughts were all on the relationship between him and his son. Mr. Zi did not pay much attention to what he said in the end. Seeing that Mr. Zi was about to leave, he reacted and quickly urged him to stay.

Mr. Zi insisted on leaving, and Yang Zirong was worthy of paying the penalty to let Mr. Zi leave.