"How is it?"

Yang Ruoqing was getting excited when he heard this, but he suddenly stopped.

She was so anxious that she scratched her head and ears.

"It's a bit embarrassing, why don't you say it?" He scratched his head and said.

What's more, he never had much faith in these strange things.

But now that he is taking Qing'er into the mountains, there are some taboos, and he still has to abide by them.

But--

It's all about this, but if he doesn't tell her, she won't agree.

"Say it quickly, it's the most annoying thing to make you appetizing!"

She urged again.

He was a bit dumbfounded by her impatient look, so he had no choice but to continue.

"The two people leaned against the gap in the window and looked in."

"The room is not big, and it is dark all around. There is an Eight Immortals table in the middle."

"There is a soybean oil lamp burning on the table. The flame is as big as a mung bean and cannot illuminate an area as big as a sieve."

"The four long stools beside the table are full of people."

"Everyone was dressed like a beggar, with their hair hanging down. They sat in a circle around the table, as if they were having a meeting."

"There is a woman sitting at the very edge, with disheveled hair, and she is carrying a baby with her breasts open..."

"Huh?"

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head, "What's there to be afraid of? Maybe the house was occupied by a group of fleeing beggars?"

Luo Fengtang shook his head.

"The woman raised her head, and they recognized each other at a glance."

"She was the daughter-in-law of a family in their village. She died in childbirth."

"By the time they saw her breastfeeding, she had been dead for more than a year..."

A cold wind blew through.

Yang Ruoqing shivered inexplicably.

The back of my back shone brightly.

Looking around, there was no one in the mountain except the two of them.

Looking at the collapsed thatched house over there, I suddenly felt so breathtaking!

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Why are your fingers so cold?"

Luo Fengtang asked, freeing up a hand and holding her hands in his palm.

It turns out that Qing'er's weakness is here?

A smirk flashed across his eyes.

"Qing'er, don't be afraid, I'll hold you!"

He said, stretching out his arms towards her.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at him and straightened her back.

"It's a joke, I don't take it lightly...Oh my God!"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly jumped behind Luo Fengtang.

"Tangyaozi, what was the sound just now? Did you hear it?"

She grabbed Luo Fengtang's clothes tightly with both hands and stuck her head out.

In her previous life, she was a typical atheist.

In the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, I can't even blink an eyelid.

The bizarre soul travel caused some changes in her attitude towards the world.

She is not afraid of dead people.

However, for the kind of A Piao who has no physical form.

She still had an instinctive resistance.

When watching horror movies, her first choice was European, American and Thai series.

Ghosts and the like have physical entities and can attack physically at close range.

And the Korean one is too fancy.

It was an irritating feeling, like a fist punching the air.

Angry, scared, but unable to do anything.

As for domestic production?

Forget it.

Most likely, the protagonist took the wrong medicine and had visual and auditory hallucinations.

So right now, the mountain wind blew a strange sound from the other side of the thatched house.

She was startled instinctively.

Luo Fengtang was also shocked by her reaction.

"What's the sound?" he asked, turning his head.

Yang Ruoqing pointed towards the thatched house over there: "Over there, there seems to be some noise over there!"

Like a muffled sound...

Luo Fengtang remained silent and raised his ears to catch the sound.

Sure enough, another strange sound came.

This time, both of them heard it.

"The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, we won't encounter ghosts too, right?"

Yang Ruoqing asked, leaning towards Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang freed up one hand to hold Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly.

He was also full of doubts.

In the past, hunting in the mountains took place regardless of day or night.

I've never encountered any ghosts.

I just told this ghost story to satisfy the girl's curiosity.

"Don't be afraid, Qing'er, there are no ghosts in this world."

He comforted her.

"Even if there is, it won't dare to come close to us as long as I'm here!"

Hearing his firm words, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but raise her head.

"Wow, you are so powerful? Don't you have some powerful magic weapon?"

she asked.

Luo Fengtang smiled, but before she could speak, she suddenly thought of something.

Pointing at him, Xiaoyou said excitedly: "Oh, I understand!"

"You are a pure Yang body. Children's urine can drive away evil spirits and ward off evil, isn't that right?"

Luo Fengtang's head is covered with black lines.

"Where did you hear this...?"

he asked.

Yang Ruoqing blinked.

She didn't dare tell him that she learned it from Lin Zhengying's zombie movies.

At this moment, the voice came for the third time.

This made her a little annoyed.

He picked up the hatchet he brought and said, "Grandma, you're such a bear. It's not over yet. Let's go over and have a look. I want to see what kind of monster this is!"

Luo Fengtang didn't want to go, but saw that she had already rushed out.

He quickly followed over.
To be continued...