Don't force me to quit the group!

Ye Yintang stepped forward immediately, checked for a while and said, "These bloodstains are probably more than ten years old."

Although He Wei guessed that there would be tricks in the remodeled room, he didn't expect this kind of scene, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a while.

Song Yizhou walked along the wall, trembling while walking. His overly sensitive physique made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He was so dizzy that he almost lost the ability to act normally. He was trying to check his surroundings for clues, but only heard "Be careful!"

The next second, Bo Chen suddenly appeared in front of Song Yizhou and stopped him.

Song Yizhou was confused: "Why..."

Everyone followed Bochen's finger and looked down, only to see a weighing scale in the corner of the room.

It was covered with bloodstains, and even covered the dial and hands on it, leaving only spots of rust.

Song Yizhou gasped: "This...doesn't seem to be used for weighing people?"

He Wei nodded, he was very familiar with this kind of scale, and all butchers in the village had it in their homes.

It is convenient to use this kind of large iron scale for slaughtered pigs, sheep, and cattle.He still remembered that in summer, the butcher always liked to put the scale outside the house, and the blood stains on it would not be cleaned up, which would attract a lot of flies and mosquitoes and emit a bad smell.

And the blood on this scale was already black, but what was even darker than the blood was the bursts of black air emanating from it, obviously tainted with great resentment.

human grievances.

He Wei resisted the urge to retch, subconsciously took two steps back, but felt something cold pat him on the back.

"Hey."

He Wei jumped off in an instant and put his arms around Ye Yintang's arm who was concentrating on the side.

Everyone immediately looked at him vigilantly, and they breathed a sigh of relief after seeing clearly the appearance of the figure that suddenly appeared beside him.

It's walnuts.

Only then did He Wei bravely take two steps forward, roaring: "You scared me to death!!!"

Walnut shrugged: "I'm sorry. It's interesting to see you watching too deeply."

He Wei was about to have a seizure when he saw Walnut walking leisurely to the side of the weighing scale, reached out to touch it, nodded and said, "It's human blood, from two people."

"How did this happen?" He Wei was full of doubts, "Didn't it mean that this is just a scene where a person committed suicide? Xiao Mingfeng?"

Walnut raised his eyes: "It's the blood of two people, but not necessarily two people, do you understand?"

The accent is placed on the word "person".

He Wei only felt more doubts.

"Walnut," Song Yizhou hurriedly asked with an anxious expression on his face, "Have you already got something out of that faceless uncle? Who is that uncle? What happened here? Tell us now. "

Walnut sighed: "That Uncle was indeed the housekeeper here, but he has been eaten by something since he became a ghost, so his memory is a lot fuzzy, even if I force him to speak, he can't organize the language well Just keep emphasizing that his daughter is coming back."

This is not surprising news, and everyone was instantly discouraged.

"However, I have inquired about some bits and pieces of news in the ghost world, but I still need to confirm..."

He Wei anxiously asked, "How to prove it?"

"I need your help." Walnut looked at the needles and blood bags all over the wall, and smiled maliciously: "I heard that your spells can already compete with resentment, so as a Dharma practitioner, you should be able to... ..."

"No." Ye Yintang interrupted suddenly, "He's not ready yet."

"I think he's ready."

"Do not."

He Wei looked at the two arguing and was stunned for a moment: "What? What are you talking about?"

"What she means is to let you 'perceive'." Song Yizhou really couldn't see it, and put his arm around He Wei's shoulder to help him explain: "Use your skills to perceive the stories of those equipment."

"Perception? How?"

"This will push you to the limit," Ye Yintang came over and pressed He Wei's restless shoulder: "We can use other methods."

He Wei thought for a while, then shook his head: "There's not enough time, it's already night."

"but you……"

"I understand my body," He Wei said firmly, "Believe me, I can do it."

Ye Yintang weighed for a while before finally making up his mind: "Okay."

"How to do it?"

"I'll teach you," Walnut signed He Wei's hand next to the shelf, "Because there are many similarities between ghost cultivation and your magic-using Qi cultivation, so it's most appropriate for me to teach you."

"it is good."

Walnut said solemnly: "Now the captain's training direction for you is to practice the basic concentration of mind first, and then learn more advanced ones. But I can tell you in advance that there are four main stages in your cultivation path: concentration of mind, trance , Becoming God, Summoning Generals, then "perception" is actually a skill between concentrating on the mind and ecstasy.

"So you have to condense the stellar energy stably and feel their existence. This is to imagine them as entities. Then, you have to imagine that you have become the stellar energy. What the stellar energy can perceive is what you can perceive .

"Your stellar energy needs to be connected to the aura emitted by other objects, so that you can feel other objects while feeling yourself.

"This is the whole meaning of 'perception', and there is no specific formula for the rest. This is also its difficulty. In fact, whether it can be mastered or not, and the technology depends on the user's understanding. If used well, it can link the world and know everything. everything, but if you don’t use it well…”

"How will it be?"

Walnut sighed: "It may fall into chaos, unable to extricate itself."

He Wei was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously: "Okay."

Ye Yintang frowned slightly: "So, if you feel any strange feeling, you have to get out immediately, understand?"

"understood."

After all, He Wei took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.Then, according to Walnut's instructions, he opened his sky eyes and saw traces of black air floating above those needle tubes, so he also released his stellar energy to connect with them.

The moment the stellar qi met the black qi, there was even a "jingling" sound like metal colliding.

Walnut immediately patted He Wei's shoulder: "Steady, take your time."

"Ah."

He Wei started the next attempt. Sure enough, after a long time of mediation and testing, his stellar energy gradually became like a trickle, pouring into the spring of black energy.

In an instant, a series of intermittent images flashed before his eyes.

Ballet skirts all over the wall, a little girl covered in blood, a man in ballet shoes, long hair flying...

Spin, spin, spin...

Scream, scream, scream...

A pool of blood.

He Wei suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, only felt the corners of his eyes tingle, and then realized that he was already sweating profusely.

"How is it?" Ye Yintang's tone was not as calm as usual, trembling slightly: "Is there any discomfort?"

He Wei slowed down, and suddenly felt a warm current pouring into his body, and turned around to find that it was Ah Chen who was silently healing him, and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, thank you, I... don't feel anything."

"Then what did you see?" Walnut looked expectant.

He Wei wept for a moment: "I, I, I... I didn't understand..."

Before everyone opened their mouths, Bo Chen stopped the treatment and said indifferently: "It's good that people are fine."

He Wei took half a step back, still a little afraid of him, but serious matters mattered, so he organized his words and described the fragmented scene he saw.

Song Yizhou analyzed with difficulty: "Who is that little girl...?"

He Wei shook his head: "I don't know."

"Could it be the housekeeper's daughter?"

"But didn't she die before the housekeeper moved in?" He Wei looked confused, "What I saw was a real little girl. Also, the man with long hair, I guess it should be Xiao Mingfeng...but he……"

"What about him?"

He Wei hesitated and said, "He's wearing ballet shoes, the kind with a block in the front. As far as I know, only female ballerinas wear that kind of shoes..."

However, this information is still not enough, and He Wei was annoyed: "It seems that I am still too weak, and nothing has been found out..."

"Well," Walnut probed those objects, "I don't blame you, because a lot of the black air attached to these objects has been sucked away by Sachiko, and it's normal to lose a lot of fragments due to the age."

Walnut looked at He Wei and showed a smiling face: "You are really talented. I have never seen a Taoist priest who can do so well for the first time."

Song Yizhou also stepped forward and patted He Wei on the shoulder: "Really, it is not easy to find out to this extent."

He Wei asked further: "But only by knowing what happened in the past can we completely remove the resentment of this villa and allow Uncle to reincarnate smoothly, right?"

"Well," Ye Yintang nodded, "Although that is the case, we may not be able to find out the whole incident every time, as long as there is no disaster."

"Oh." He Wei couldn't cheer up, thinking about Xingzi and the tragic situation here, he always felt that he hadn't done his best yet.

Just as everyone fell into silence, Walnut gritted his teeth and said, "Actually, there is another way."

"No!" Ye Yintang and Song Yizhou immediately said in unison.

He Wei: "?"

Why do you feel that except for yourself, everyone in this room has a unified mind?

Song Yizhou became anxious, and pointed at the walnut: "You, you, you are almost done! We have finally reached the current level of fear!"

"But I think he still has great potential. Besides, if you want Uncle to reincarnate like this, do you know how much torture he will have to suffer in Jiuyou?" Walnut didn't care anymore, his face was flushed, and he shouted to He Wei: " Your perception can still be used against ghosts!"

He Wei was stunned for a moment, and then regained his energy: "Then, am I going to perceive Abo?"

"Hmm!" Walnut said, took out a paper figurine from his pocket, chanted a spell, and Abor appeared in front of them in an instant.

Song Yizhou and Ye Yintang rushed forward immediately, trying to stop He Wei.

But He Wei had already taken the first step, wrapping his stellar energy gently around Uncle, and his body immediately collapsed to the ground, obviously his consciousness had followed the stellar energy.

Ye Yintang gritted his teeth and said to Walnut, "You..."

Walnut looked serious: "He's already gone in, cutting him off now will only make him fall into chaos."

Ye Yintang lifted He Wei up and leaned against him. Although his face was expressionless, his fingertips kept trembling.

Seeing this, Ah Chen sat cross-legged beside him: "I'll help him."

Then, he injected the energy in his body into He Wei's body to help him stabilize.

He Wei opened his eyes and found himself standing in a corridor.

The ceiling is very high and far away, making the corridor look very grand.The walls are of a marble-like material with reliefs of various figures.

He Wei walked a few steps forward, saw the unfamiliar words on the sign on the wall, and realized that he was in a foreign country.

A few straight people with deep brows and eyes walked by, and one of them even passed through He Wei's body.

He lowered his head to check, only to see that his body was emitting a faint golden light, and then he remembered that his consciousness had merged with the stellar energy, and now he should be in the memory of Faceless Uncle.

He Wei casually picked up a newspaper scattered on the ground, looked at the title and date to confirm—now he is in Rome, 20 years ago.

Just as he was thinking about where he should go, he suddenly heard a clear and crisp whipping sound. He Wei was startled immediately, and hurriedly followed the sound to find it, and finally found a door at the end of the corridor, through the glass mirror on the door look in.

In the empty room, a thin man was lying on the ground, panting violently.

This is a ballet practice room. The man raised his head, his long messy hair was tied up, revealing a delicate but resolute face.

The faces of Chinese people.

He Wei choked, this was the man he saw from the fragmentary images that flashed by when he just sensed the needle, presumably it was Xiao Mingfeng.

But at this moment, although he was thin, he was in high spirits, obviously very healthy and full of aura.

He fell on the ground for a moment, got up, stared at himself in the mirror, and started to touch the ground with one foot again, spinning.

He Wei was stunned for a while before trying to recognize that Xiao Mingfeng's dance should be a girl's ballet moves.

But Xiao Mingfeng's jumping is not against harmony, and even to a layman like him, it has a different kind of aesthetic feeling.

But soon, Xiao Mingfeng fell down again, this time obviously the fall was heavier, and he didn't stand up for a long time.

"What a freak!"

A group of high-nosed foreigners came up to him.

It seems that because of the memory, the foreign language was translated into Chinese, but the bad tone in the speech was still very intact.

They should be Xiao Mingfeng's companions or classmates, a group of boys, all wearing men's ballet practice clothes, are huddling together and looking at Xiao Mingfeng mockingly.

"You are a man, why do you have to practice girls' poses?"

"Could I trouble you to have sex reassignment surgery as soon as possible?"

"Pervert please go back to your country!"

"Hey, don't you know why he trained with us? Because he was just rejected by the female dance troupe! The tenth time!"

Xiao Mingfeng still stood up stubbornly. Although he looked so weak in front of a group of foreigners who were half a head taller than himself, his eyes were firm and he almost shot out a sharp sword. Better than you guys. And I only spent half the time you practiced, so what are you proud of?"

The few foreigners in the lead glared instantly, took out their own towels to wipe off sweat, and slapped Xiao Mingfeng's body with "slaps", and even focused on his lower body.

Xiao Mingfeng didn't dodge either, he swung his fist forward.The foreigner immediately avoided and looked at him in disbelief.

"So barbaric!"

"My God, he's like a primitive man!"

"Primitive man? No, he is just like the man before he was split by lightning."

"Oh, if he really has four hands and four legs like Plato said, maybe he can dance better!"

All of them looked superior, as if they had forgotten that they were doing something more barbaric.

However, Xiao Mingfeng's counterattack caused them to beat more violently.Two fists can't beat four hands, Xiao Mingfeng was finally lost, so he could only curl up and was cornered.

But the eyes are still sharp, like a wild cat that has been injured all the time.

He Wei couldn't help but sigh, 20 years ago, it was probably harder to be a maverick yellow person abroad than to reach the sky.

"Xiao! Come to my office, immediately!" A middle-aged man with the appearance of a coach came out of a small room on the side.Seeing the scene in front of him, he paused for a while, and then scolded: "If I find out that any of you are injured because of the barbaric act of fighting, then get out of my dance troupe immediately, understand!"

The group of men dispersed now, and each of them walked out of the ballroom with triumphant smiles.

Taking advantage of the door opening, He Wei hurried into the office.

The coach asked with a serious face: "Xiao, are you determined to practice the female dancer's dance?"

Xiao Mingfeng nodded firmly.

"Hey," the coach took a sip of coffee, "you know, I chose you to study, not for this..."

"Then why did you choose me?" Xiao Mingfeng was not polite, "Is it because I am an Asian, my face is very strange to the Romans, and can be viewed as an animal? Or is it because my parents donated it to you?" A lot of money, so you are forced to 'take in' me?"

The coach's hand holding the coffee suddenly stopped, and then he said angrily, "If you insist on dancing with women, then you might as well go for a sex change operation!"

"I don't!" Xiao Mingfeng said decisively, "I am a man, and I like being a man, but I also like dancing women's dances!"

"Do you have to challenge the mainstream aesthetics?"

"Perhaps aesthetics should not be divided into mainstream and non-mainstream."

"Look!" The coach threw a few pictures of female ballerinas onto Xiao Mingfeng's face, "Look at these top female dancers! They are slender, slender, and elegant! And you are always a man's body, your Muscles, bones, your face, dancing with women will only make you sick, that's why no female dance troupe chooses you!"

"I will do it!" Xiao Mingfeng rushed out, "I will be more elegant than female dancers!"

The door was slammed shut by Xiao Mingfeng, his chest heaved violently, looking at the empty corridors around him, he finally let go of his aggressive expression, squatted down helplessly, and buried his head deeply in his arm socket.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang. The phone 20 years ago was still the size of a brick. Xiao Mingfeng adjusted his breath several times before his fingers stopped trembling and he barely picked it up.

"Xiao Mingfeng! What have you done? We just received a fax from Coach Mority, saying that he will never accept Fenglai International's sponsorship again!"

A sharp female voice came out, Xiao Mingfeng said slowly, "Mom, I... will find another dance company."

"Are you still dancing the woman's dance? God, when will you give up this ridiculous idea?"

"I will not give up."

"Hurry up and go home! Don't throw your face abroad!" The woman was obviously very angry, "When will you be able to help the family like your brothers, such a big company is not enough for you, so you have to go outside to show your eyes, I really regret giving birth to you!"

After all, she hung up the phone without waiting for Xiao Mingfeng to respond.

The tears in Xiao Mingfeng's eyes could not be held back any longer, and fell down in a rustle.He rushed outside, just as it was raining heavily in Rome, and without thinking, he rushed into the rain.

Although He Wei knew that he was remembering now, he still wanted to cover him from the rain, but just as he stretched out his hand, an umbrella suddenly appeared above his head.

Xiao Mingfeng also felt strange and turned around.

I saw a middle-aged man in a neat butler uniform and white gloves looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Master, don't get caught in the rain, you'll catch a cold." The housekeeper said lightly, "I've already prepared dinner, let's go back."

Regardless, Xiao Mingfeng rushed into the butler's arms and hugged him tightly.

"A Ling, do you believe that I can dance well?" Xiao Mingfeng's embrace became tighter and tighter, "They don't even believe me."

The surprised passer-by opposite Ah Ling smiled apologetically, and patted Xiao Mingfeng's head: "My trust is not important, the important thing is that you have to believe in yourself."

"it is good."

He Wei was taken aback for a moment, he never thought that the housekeeper 20 years ago was also a middle-aged man with well-dressed clothes and elegant manners, but how could he become the faceless face now...

Soon, the memory world jumped, and even the surrounding colors became warmer—obviously, this was a happy memory:

Xiao Mingfeng practiced hard day and night at home in Rome, accompanied by Ah Ling holding the lamp...

Xiao Mingfeng pasted pictures of female ballet dancers on the wall to motivate himself, and refused to accept all delicacies, but Ah Ling secretly helped him make supper, watching Xiao Mingfeng take a bite, showing a happy smile...

Occasionally, when they were walking on the streets of Rome, Xiao Mingfeng always held Ah Ling's arm, and Ah Ling did not refuse...

Late at night, early in the morning, and in the afternoon, Xiao Mingfeng spun around wantonly, and A Ling was always by his side...

Ah Ling hugged Xiao Mingfeng, who was exhausted from training, to the bed, gently covered him with the quilt, looked at his sleeping face, thought for a long time before turning off the light and leaving, but Xiao Mingfeng opened his eyes and looked towards the door with a disappointed face...

It is not surprising for He Wei to see the pictures in front of him keep flickering, because good memories are not as memorable as tragic ones. Most of the time, they are just like a cloud of blurred phantoms in the mind, passing by in a flash , but will bring a smile to your lips.

He Wei realized that there was also such a smile on the corner of his mouth.

But soon.

The picture turned into icy black and white.

Xiao Mingfeng went to the dance troupe for interviews again and again, but all the letters that started with "sorry" were received:

The rejection words are the same: your muscles are too developed, your facial lines are not soft enough, you are not light enough, you are not elegant enough... In short, you can't dance girls' dances because you are a man.

Xiao Mingfeng became more and more crazy, training almost without eating or drinking, watching his weight every day, as long as he didn't lose weight, he would beat and scream at home, and the pots and pans were all over the floor... Whenever Ah Ling could only Hold him and wait until he has no strength before you can clean up everything in the house.

However, there were more and more rejection letters, and Xiao Mingfeng began to lock himself in the room for a long time, refusing all feeding and visits from A Ling.

Finally, winter is here.After a long time snow fell in Rome, Ah Ling made a little snowman, and wanted to make Xiao Mingfeng happy when he got home, but he knocked on the door for a long time but he didn't answer.

In a hurry, Ah Ling broke through the door, only to find Xiao Mingfeng lying in a pool of blood.

It turned out that he wanted to go to the dance troupe to weigh in for an audition, but since he couldn't lose weight, he could only rely on blood draws to try to reach the target.

Ah Ling hugged Xiao Mingfeng, weeping in pain.And the snowman outside the house also melted into the ground.

This is about Rome, Ah Ling's last memory.

Xiao Mingfeng was forcibly taken back to Huaguo by the Xiao family, and lived in the villa in the west of Jing, and he was not allowed to go out.

And Ah Ling continued to accompany him, serving him.

Since the last blood loss, Xiao Mingfeng couldn't dance anymore, as long as he touched the ground with his toes, he began to feel flustered, chilled and trembling unceasingly.

So, he poured all his emotions, all the persistent, enthusiastic, and even perverted emotions he had on dance, into A Ling.

It was an emotion that no one could resist, like a torrent, even if He Wei was just a bystander, he could hardly breathe.

Just when Xiao Mingfeng wanted to confess his love to A Ling, A Ling suddenly told him that he was going back to his hometown to get married.

That was the girl he liked before becoming a housekeeper.

Xiao Mingfeng was stunned, and asked Ah Ling what kind of emotion he had for him.

A Ling thought for a long time, and only said that in his heart, Xiao Mingfeng would always be a young master, someone he would serve, someone he dared not think otherwise.

This time, Xiao Mingfeng was stunned for a long, long time before asking softly, is it all because he is not a girl.

Ah Ling didn't answer, just packed his luggage and turned to leave.

From then on, the Xiao family found many new housekeepers for Xiao Mingfeng, but he drove them away for various reasons.

With no sustenance for a while, he started to practice dancing again. Relying on his previous savings, he gradually turned the basement into a Roman dance studio-practice room, storage room... If the Xiao family doesn't let him go out, Then he will build a theater himself.

He also really built the best theater in the world. He printed out the photos of the dance coaches who had rejected him for interviews, pasted them on the chairs of the music box theater, and danced and danced in the middle.

This time, no one rejected him.

This villa is his Rome.

Five years passed like this.

One day, his mother brought a new interviewer for a housekeeper. Xiao Mingfeng wanted to refuse, but seeing the person who came, he was shocked.

Ali is back.

That day, Ah Ling and Xiao Mingfeng chatted for a long time. He said that in the past five years, he had treated a woman sincerely, and she really loved him. They finally had a daughter, but she passed away because of dystocia.

He originally wanted to raise his daughter alone, but unexpectedly, his daughter was born with a disability and died before she was five years old.

A Ling's hair at the temples was completely white, Xiao Mingfeng smiled lightly after hearing the story, and just told him, don't worry, her daughter will come back.

In the past five years, Xiao Mingfeng was full of depression and couldn't get rid of it. He could only hope for the next life, so he met many capable people and strange people in private, but he didn't expect to hear a lot of secrets and strange arts from them.

He asked A Ling to bring his daughter's body here, and cast the darkest spell with his own blood—both he and A Ling's daughter would become creatures neither human nor ghost, and could never be reincarnated—but in order to be able to He is willing to let Ah Ling stay by his side.

In this way, the daughter was resurrected and became a ghost girl. She lived on Xiao Mingfeng's blood every day, and she grew up gradually, and could even call her father.

A Ling knew that this was a wrong thing, but he couldn't separate himself from this morbid happiness.

But soon, he noticed something strange.

Xiao Mingfeng almost poured all his dancing dreams into Ghost Girl, forcing her to practice and dance every day without a break.

Because she is a ghost girl, she will not be tired, will not be in pain, and is still too young to understand what pain is, so she listened to 'Dad' and did this.

Xiao Mingfeng finally saw the light of day in his life. He even bought a lot of beautiful little skirts, imagining that one day the ghost girl could stand on the stage, hold his hand, and receive the attention of everyone.

However, as the ghost girl grows up, her self-awareness is constantly awakening, and her resentment grows with it.

Her resentment for dancing, her resentment for her two "fathers", her resentment for this house...

And, her resentment towards being alive itself.

But because she was controlled by blood, she had to listen to Xiao Mingfeng and had to practice dancing.

Of course, she was also forced to accept all Xiao Mingfeng's pains. Although she didn't want to pay too much attention to her appearance, figure, and weight, she could only inherit Xiao Mingfeng's ideas. Coupled with her rapid growth, she also reached the age of puberty , Anxiety became the whole of her life.

She didn't even realize that the morbid practice of drawing blood and fasting had become her daily routine.

Finally, 13 years ago today, Xiao Mingfeng believed that the ghost girl's posture and dancing skills had far surpassed all dancers in the world, so he built a stage for her that could be rotated, just to let everyone in the audience appreciate her thoroughly Actions.

He intends to invite the most famous dancers in Rome and the capital to watch.

But before the invitation was sent out, Ah Ling stopped him.

He's so tired, he wants to end this endless perverted game.

What's more, with the faces of the two of them, they will only frighten everyone-year-round blood drawing, dark training, and fasting, the two of them have almost turned into two walking bones.

A Ling and Xiao Mingfeng had a big fight.As Xiao Mingfeng's emotions collapsed and her control over the ghost woman declined, she experienced the taste of freedom for the first time. She spun wildly on the stage, acting recklessly, letting her backlog of emotions burst out.

Finally, she completely turned into a resentful spirit, no longer under Xiao Mingfeng's control.Part of her resentment remained in this room, and the other part turned into black air, which was sucked away by a group of stray milk cats on the roof at that time, and became a demon cultivator.

Seeing that his "work" was destroyed, Xiao Mingfeng also ended his life in the practice room. After the police arrived, A Ling wanted to escape in a panic, but he also wanted to see the funeral of the villa, so Climbed the General Mountain.After much deliberation, he finally hanged himself halfway up the mountain.

Afterwards, he only heard that Xiao Mingfeng turned into a ghost and disappeared; while he stayed forever in this "haunted house" full of his daughter's resentment, and did not let others approach—she still couldn't get rid of the controlled doom, as long as the sound of musical instruments sounded, Change will dance, unable to go out to harm people.

But Ah Ling deliberately chose to play at a very high frequency, and this sound can only be heard by ghost girls and very few people with sensitive hearing.

It's just that after living in the haunted house for a long time, the daughter's anxiety and resentment about his appearance gradually reacted on A Ling - his blood was almost always drained, and his facial features gradually disappeared until they disappeared completely.

And today, it was the No. 13 year when her daughter had an accident, and every September [-]th was the day when her reaction was the most intense.

Knowing the whole picture of the accident, He Wei almost melted into A Ling's memory, but he soon felt waves of heat rushing through his body, and exhausted almost all his strength and finally succeeded in waking up.

Opening his eyes again, He Wei saw himself lying on the sofa in the hall, and met Ye Yintang's gloomy gaze unexpectedly.

"Are you awake?" Ye Yintang immediately approached, her voice hoarse, but it touched He Wei's thoughts, "How do you feel?"

After that, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on He Wei's face.He Wei was startled, and then realized that he had been crying.

He Wei came back to his senses, lowered his eyes, and said bluntly, "I'm very sad."

"Want to talk?" Ye Yintang's voice was low but soft, like straw in early spring.

"Yeah." He Wei saw that several other people also approached him, looked at him expectantly, and nodded.

Then he sorted out the language and told the story from beginning to end.

At the end, Song Yizhou and Walnut could no longer control their tears, and sobbed silently.

Ye Yintang also pursed her thin lips, wondering what she was thinking.

However, Bo Chen's expression was normal, and he asked after a long absence: "You just said that in Ah Ling's memory, Xiao Mingfeng disappeared for more than ten years?"

"Yeah." He Wei suddenly remembered something, turned on his mobile phone and searched, and found that, as he thought, those people who had met in Rome and ridiculed Xiao Mingfeng had "accidentally died" in the past ten years .

"Xiao Mingfeng... should be the dust-eating ghost king in the west of Beijing now. I think he has gradually come to where he is today by relying on these...human lives." Although Walnut was sobbing, he still tried his best to analyze, "Ghosts just kill more people. The faster the ability grows, but he seems to have only wandered in the west of Beijing, but never returned here."

"Ah."

He Wei raised his head and looked at the clock worriedly, only to realize that it was past twelve o'clock.

"But today is not..."

"The wraith will go through a big test every 13 years," Ye Yintang explained, "it should be today, but this year the zodiac is different, and the black death star will enter the middle palace tomorrow, so...she should have a big move tomorrow .”

"Oh……"

Faceless Uncle, that is, Ah Ling, pointed at himself at this time, then took He Wei's hand, and wrote something on his palm.

Don't worry, I'm here.

He Wei shook A Ling's hand, after much deliberation, he decided to ask out the doubts in his heart.

How do you feel about Xiao Mingfeng?

A Ling was stunned for a long time, but still did not answer.

"Alas," He Wei couldn't force it, so he sighed secretly, "Maybe Xiao Mingfeng was born in the wrong age. If he went to dance now, everything would be different."

"Really?" A cold voice suddenly came from behind everyone, "Do you really believe that the current era has changed from 20 years ago?"

Everyone looked back, only to see a pale man with fluttering long hair suddenly appearing in the middle of the room.

"Ling, long time no see," the man sneered, "Take the initiative to trap yourself here for 13 years, do you think you can atone for your sins?"

Ah Ling obviously knew who the visitor was, squatted down in pain, his throat twitched, and he whimpered silently.

The haunted house seemed to have sensed it, and there was a gust of cold wind in an instant, but the man just pinched his hand lightly, and calmed down the restless room by touching the floor with his toes.

The man touched the handrail of the stairs, patted it lightly, his eyes were cold, and he waited for a long time before he spoke——

"Long time no see, daughter."

The author has something to say: ah, this episode of Miao Miao House in Tomb View should be finished in about one chapter, let’s make a preview, the next haunted house is "AI haunted house on the top of the sky tower"

——————感谢在2021-07-2420：34：25～2021-07-2520：13：35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: MiMiK1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!