After the heavy rain, there were two more heavy rains.

The river water rose so sharply that the terraces were washed away. The family had no choice but to drain water to the terraces in the rain.

"Huzi, slow down."

Xu Wenyan was watching under the eaves. Ever since he had a fever, Chen Sanlin would not let him get wet in the rain no matter what.

"Brother Xu, I'm fine." Xiaohu climbed out of the mud and continued to dig out the soil from the drainage ditch.

Half an hour later, the family sat by the stove, forming a circle and wiping their hair.

There was nothing we could do on this rainy day, so we all gathered in a circle. Wang Cuijuan took out some red melon seeds and gave everyone a handful.

"Brother Xu, let's talk about Journey to the West again. We have nothing to do now anyway." Xiaohu dried his hair and sat next to Xu Wenyan.

Ever since Xu Wenyan looked at his butt last time, Xiaohu became cheerful towards Xu Wenyan again and treated him like his own brother.

Xu Wenyan smiled and spat out the melon seed shells in his mouth: "It's boring to hear that too much. Let me tell you something else."

"Okay, all the stories that Brother Xu tells are good."

Xu Wenyan was about to speak when he seemed to feel something was wrong and waved at Chen Sanlin.

"Sit closer."

Although I don’t know what my wife is going to do, my main goal is to be obedient.

With two bodyguards on his left and right, Xu Wenyan finally felt relieved.

"As the saying goes, if you don't have an umbrella in the house, you won't be allowed to stay in on a rainy day. Zhang San has violated a big taboo."

"Why?" Rong Xiaoliu followed Zhou Jianye and walked over and sat down.

The younger ones also looked confused.

"Just listen to the rest." Xu Wenyan cleared his throat and continued, "Zhang Sanben is a student at the county academy, but his family lives in the village.

So when he got home from school, he had to walk all the way from the county to the countryside.

I was halfway there when it suddenly started to rain heavily. The sound of rain was accompanied by thunder and lightning, and the whole sky became dark.

"Rumble--"

At this moment, thunder struck outside the safe house as expected.

"What are you doing? It's thundering." Wang Cuijuan came over jokingly and quickly sat down.

"Aunt Wang, please sit down quickly. It's really exciting." Rong Xiaoliu called out.

"It was raining that day, and Zhang San didn't know what to do for a moment. Just as he was passing by a group of graves outside the village, he saw an oil-paper umbrella on a big rock.

There was a human face printed with cinnabar on the oil-paper umbrella. Although it looked a bit scary, Zhang San didn't care at this time. If he didn't open the umbrella, he would be soaked by the heavy rain.

He held the umbrella and walked all the way home. Zhang San put it away when he got home. His father praised him for being prepared for a rainy day.

"Uncle, what does 'prepare for a rainy day' mean?" Chen Dong asked. Not to mention him, even adults like Xiaohu didn't know what it meant. The villagers spoke in plain language and they had never heard such elegant sentences.

"This is preparing for a rainy day. It means tying up the doors and windows before it rains. It's a metaphor for making preparations in advance."

"Oh, little uncle, you know so much."

After showing off for a while, Xu Wenyan started to talk again: "That night, Zhang San was sleeping, but he could faintly hear the sound of a woman crying outside the window.

The sound was very small at first. Zhang San was tired after walking for half a day, and soon fell asleep in a daze.

The woman's cries were getting louder and louder. Zhang San was also wondering if his father and mother didn't hear it.

The woman's crying became louder and even a little piercing. The source of the sound was getting closer and closer. Zhang San tried to open his eyes and saw a woman in red standing at the head of his bed.

The woman's skin was covered in ulcers. There were water stains all over her body, but the ground was dry.

Zhang San tried his best to move his body, but he couldn't even lift his arms, let alone move, and couldn't make a sound. "

When Xu Wen said this, he slowed down his speech and leaned directly against Chen Sanlin.

"When Zhang San woke up again, the woman in red was no longer in the room.

He was calling for his parents in the house, but his parents, who loved him the most, were not at home, and he was late for school today.

Not long after, the three members of the Zhang family disappeared, and no one in the village knew where they went. At this time, there was an oil-paper umbrella on the grave.

On the oil-paper umbrella, four terrifying human faces were printed with cinnabar.

"what!"

“Ahhh!————!!!”

"Hahahahahahahaha, you are telling ghost stories again." Wang Dongmei rushed out and yelled first.

The little ones hugged each other, and Xu Wenyan jumped directly onto Chen Sanlin. Chen Sanlin hugged them to comfort them, with a smile on his face.

"Sister Dongmei, you can't be so scary."

Xu Wenyan was just about to get off Chen Sanlin.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Kaa-kaa--" an unpleasant scream came from outside the house.

"Brother Xingjie! I'm really angry!" Xu Wenyan looked angrily at Chen Xingjie who was sitting in a small corner.

Chen Xingjie pointed at himself and looked confused: "Huh?"

Obviously the sound did not come from Chen Xingjie's mouth.

Xu Wenyan counted: "1,2,3, 4, 10,11, ... , ."

"There are eleven of us here...who is that one outside?"

"Knock, knock, knock-ah--" The knock on the door came again from outside.

"what!"

“Ahhhh——!!!”

Someone shouted out in fear, and everyone became nervous.

"This... Is there really a ghost here?" As an elder, Zhou Jianye was still relatively sober.

Xu Wenyan buried his head tightly in Chen Sanlin's chest, not daring to look outside.

"Boss, please go and take a look!" Wang Cuijuan also hid behind Zhou Jianye, trembling. The two of them walked forward one after the other.

When the door was opened, there was nothing.

The two closed the door again.

“Ah—”

"Ahhh, there really is someone screaming, there really is a ghost!!!" Wang Cuijuan hurriedly ran over from the door and hid behind Wang Dongmei.

Even the brave Wang Dongmei couldn't remain calm at this time. What was happening now was really weird!

Wang Dongmei plucked up her courage and opened the door again with Zhou Jianye, thinking that with so many people, the ghosts would be impossible to kill in a short time.

This time, after it was opened, the two ran inside. The door was wide open, but there was no one outside.

"I told you there's nothing wrong..."

Before he could finish his words, something fell from the door frame.

"Boom-"

"Ah! Something...something fell down...is it a ghost?!" This scene was seen by Xu Wenyan who just raised his head.

"No, it's a bird?"

Wang Dongmei picked up the colorful bird. Xu Wenyan said he would not even look at it. But when everyone was preparing to cremate it, Xu Wenyan took a look at it.

"Parrot...Parrot?"

"What is a parrot?"

Xu Wenyan took the parrot: "Ah——"

"It's really strange, how can this bird speak human language?"

Everyone gathered together, Wang Dongmei closed the door again, and Xu Wenyan roasted the parrot dry: "This parrot can't speak human language.

But it can imitate human voices... I mean, there are no ghosts at all!"

It's obvious that you are the one who is most afraid!

The parrot was put into a backpack, ready to be released tomorrow.

All night long, Xu Wenyan stuck to Chen Sanlin tightly...

The sound of rain and thunder outside the window mixed together, like a wild ghost roaring.

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