My magic stick is going to heaven!

Shang Yanzhou always felt that he and Wen Changlang would never talk on the same line. He maintained his elegant and gentlemanly demeanor, smiled lightly, and said slowly:

"Mr. Wen is thinking too much. I just want to wake you up when I see midnight is approaching. I hope you don't misunderstand. "

After being reminded by Shang Yanzhou, Wen Changlang's heart trembled, and he quickly looked at the wall clock in the hall. Sure enough, it was midnight in ten minutes, and everyone else had already fallen asleep, but this Shang Yanzhou, It seems that there is no intention of going to rest.

Wen Changlang left him alone, and while taking his soul-calling bell and gossip plate, he said carelessly:

"Mr. Shang hasn't returned to his room yet. Could it be that he misses your servant and wants to see him?"

The smile on Shang Yanzhou's face remained unchanged, and he replied calmly:

"maybe."

Wen Changlang shrugged, and finally sent him a word:

"Ghosts aren't something you can just see if you want to."

clang!clang!clang!

The clock struck midnight, and the sound of the second hand turning began to be very clear. Wen Changlang turned over and turned off the warm yellow light in the hall, and then pulled Shang Yanzhou over and lay down.

When Shang Yanzhou was about to speak, he reached out his hand to cover him in time, and under the moonlight, he winked at him. Shang Yanzhou frowned slightly, signaling him with his eyes that he would not make a sound, and told him to keep silent Take your paws away.

Wen Changlang received his gaze, and only then noticed the warmth and softness in his palm, with a wet and soft feeling, so frightened Wen Changlang quickly pulled his hand back.

Terrible!What a fucking heartbreak!

At this time, a gust of cool wind blew from nowhere, and it blew in the empty hall, making a whirring sound, and the hollow carvings on the screen were also blown by this gloomy wind, breaking a few small branches .

Accompanied by a shrill meow, Gudong!Gudong!The sound of double flower drums began to come from the old servant's room, and with a creak, the door of the old servant's room at the corner of the stairs opened slowly by itself.

Because Shang Yanzhou and Wen Changlang were lying on the ground, they could see the old pair of embroidered cloth shoes very clearly when they appeared at the door of the room.

And beside the embroidered cloth shoes, was following the black cat, whose blue eyes were unusually hollow and cold at night, and the double flower drums tied to its body, with its walking pace, made regular noises. The sound of agitation makes the listener feel hairy and seeps into people.

The sound that entangled the Shang mansion most of the night was this weird drumming sound, and it always started at midnight and lasted until the dawn of the sky.

Wen Changlang didn't stare at the embroidered cloth shoes, but stared straight at the cat's bright eyes. With a slight shake of the soul-evoking bell in his hand, the cat's ears trembled and its steps turned away. their side.

Shang Yanzhou turned his head and glanced at the bell in Wen Changlang's hand, then turned around and looked up at the embroidered cloth shoes, wide-leg trousers, long and wide-sleeved button-down shirt, and half-turned-up collar, conservative and rigorous.

A gust of wind came over, and Shang Yanzhou moved his nostrils, and frowned uncomfortably. There was such a strong smell of medicine. When he looked up again, there was suddenly an unrecognizable face in front of him, with distorted facial features, and eyes hanging into his mouth. Her face was covered with medicine dregs, and there were maggots crawling on it. . .

Shang Yanzhou was stunned for a while, then a strong force pulled him up, pushed him aside, and said angrily:

"Young master is really out of his mind. He even squatted with a person with such a strong yang energy. It's not clear why he told that thing where he is!"