sprite house

The candle lights were all extinguished, but the corridor in front was slightly lit up.This time, the light came in from outside the house, and it was gray and dirty, like a dull dawn on a cloudy day.

Also in this faint light, a white paper-wrapped man could be seen lying where the long-necked woman disappeared.

Chang An was one step ahead, and picked up the paper piercer with a bow.

This paper man is tied up very vividly.It can be seen at a glance that it is a woman wearing a skirt and draped hair, and her face is clearly drawn, but the two pairs of eyes are not closed, and there is a long black line hanging on its neck, which is also very lifelike.

A Yuan stared at the puppet made of white paper in Chang An's hand, he couldn't believe it, "This...what is this?"

"Didn't she just say that?" Chang An shook the little man in his hand and said, "This is a paper-made scapegoat."

A Yuan couldn't believe it, he wanted to reach out and take a closer look, but he was afraid that the thing would resurface, "Why does the Huang family even have such a thing?"

Chang Anzai didn't care, "You forgot what Huang Rongqiang's ex-wife's natal family did. Maybe their family killed someone, so they tied this thing to prevent disaster."

A Yuan said, "This...this is not to prevent disasters, but to attract ghosts."

Chang Anzai pointed to the black rope on the puppet's neck, "They made a mistake here. The hair should be tied with someone's hair to ward off disasters, but they used black thread. The failure to ward off disasters turned into attracting ghosts, too. Serve it right."

A Yuan listened in confusion, and stared at Chang Anzai suspiciously, "What about you, how do you know this?"

Chang An laughed, "My grandma skipped over to the Great God, so she knows a little bit about this."

A Yuan nodded, and suddenly said, "But you can't remember the past, can you?"

Chang Anzai's smile faltered, and he lowered his eyes to look at A Yuan. After a while, the arc of smile on his lips deepened, "After seeing you, I seem to slowly remember something. Maybe we knew each other before. "

A Yuan was dubious about this statement, but he didn't pursue it further. He always had a kind of naive trust in Chang Anzai, and this kind of trust made it impossible for him to really form every doubt.

Seeing that A Yuan was still hesitating, Chang Anzai didn't make much excuses.He held the paper figurine, tore off the black thread on its neck, and cut the woman's long hair into short hair with two fingers together like scissors. Finally, he bit his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood from between the paper figurine's forehead. heart center.

A Yuan was a little dazed looking at his neat technique.

Chang Anzai raised his eyes and smiled at him, and handed the paper figurine to A Yuan after the blood on the forehead of the paper figurine dried up, "You keep it, it can protect you from another disaster."

A Yuan subconsciously took the paper figurine, and pushed it back, "No! I still have three chances, and you only have two left. Since you can prevent disaster, you should keep it."

Chang Anzai only said, "I'm useless, it's my blood on it. I can only block it for you."

"What do you mean!" A Yuan was in a hurry, and it was rare for him to focus on the important point, "Dropping your blood is to protect me from disaster? Could it be that you are using your life to protect me?"

Chang An didn't speak, just smiled and shook his head.

Ah Yuan was in a hurry, and wanted to tear the paper figurine in his hand, but he was afraid that the paper figurine would be stained with Chang Anzai's blood, so he accidentally tore it out, "But you only have two chances left! What are you going to do for me?" block?"

Chang An was looking at him and just smiled. After a long time, he heard him whisper, "I want you to be safe."

Ah Yuan's eyes became hotter, and his face became even hotter.

Chang Anzai didn't say any more, and Gu Zixuan walked towards the corridor.Ah Yuan had no choice but to carefully put away the paper figurine and quickly chased after him.

The long corridor was spacious, covered with dusty thick pile carpets, and stepped on it silently.

On the left side of the corridor is the room, and on the right side is a row of windows.

The window panes were covered with yellow talismans, and the wind blew from the other end of the corridor. The maroon handwriting on the talismans twisted as if they were alive, and countless yellow papers rose and fell one after another. The crackling sound was like countless desperate souls beating desperately Looking at the windows and doors, trying to break through the cage that imprisoned the evil spirits.

The door of the first room is dark brown, with weird patterns drawn on it with a Chinese ink brush.

When passing by, there can be vaguely strange cracking noises from inside.

A Yuan listened closely, but the strange sound disappeared.He didn't dare to move again, just when he was about to talk to Chang An, he saw that the other had already pushed open the door of the second room and walked in.

The door creaked shut, and A Yuan hurriedly chased after it.

The door of the second room is colorful, with an exaggerated rainbow painted on it. Under the rainbow, a naive little piggy is holding a watermelon and looking at the visitors foolishly.

Pushing the door and entering, two starry sky lights hang high in the corner of the wall, and the star shadows on the ceiling are bright, and the light rotates slowly like flowing water.

This is a children's playroom with complete facilities.

In one corner, there are car simulators, doll gashapon machines, and fruit mary machines, all of which are assembled into a room, like a small video game city.

In another corner is a pool of brightly colored ocean balls, with a miniature elephant slide half submerged in it.

A Yuan looked around, feeling curious, "This is Huang Anqi's... toy room?"

Chang Anzai whispered, "Maybe."

A Yuan didn't hear his words clearly, and only after walking in did he see an arched sliding door on the left wall of the room, which was connected to the first room.

The arched sliding door opened a gap as wide as a finger, and the inside was pitch black, and no light could shine in.

A Yuan looked at the darkness between the crack of the door, and always felt that someone was peeping out from the crack of the door.

He didn't dare to get close, so he had to turn his eyes away and walked quickly to Chang An's side.

Chang Anzai had just pulled out two or three children's picture books from the pile of toy boxes and looked at them. Seeing A Yuan coming over, he handed him one, "Look at this."

The cover of this book is a duckling with one foot on a ball.

After opening it, A Yuan realized that it was a drawing diary for children. After flipping through it hastily, although the strokes were rough and simple, the whole book was actually full of drawings.

The first picture is brightly colored, and it is a family portrait: a man with a fat belly, a woman as thin as a bamboo pole, and two identical children holding hands.The mouths of the four of them were specially painted with bright red pens, making it look like all four of them were grinning bloody mouths.

The second picture shows a small house, a smiling sun, floating white clouds, and strangely shaped flowers in the garden. The whole picture is painted blue.

The third one is another family portrait of the four of them, except that the skinny mother and the child next to her are all painted red.

A Yuan was startled, and quickly turned backwards.

The fourth one draws a bed, on which lay the mother and child painted in red, and the fat man standing next to him, holding the child.The child opened his mouth and cried loudly, while the man smiled, and the big red pen repeatedly traced the arc of the smile, and the thick stain penetrated through several sheets of paper behind.

Later paintings are left in black, white and red.

The same house, two children, one painted in red and the other in black.They appear in various places of the house, in the garden, in the living room, on the corridor, in the stairwell... They are always holding hands, and occasionally the thin woman is added to the back, she is painted black and weeping The expression, but the tears are painted red.

Later, the paintings became scribbled, and some even had random lines.

Occasionally a few normal ones were mixed in, but the red child disappeared, leaving only the black child standing alone in the blank drawing paper, with red tears streaming from both eyes.