When this building was first built, Mingjing had already planned to continue opening a restaurant, so a huge window was opened on the wall of the lobby on the first floor facing the street, and a composite steel anti-theft net was installed, so that one could see the outside at a glance.
, you can also see the scene inside the house at a glance from the outside.
Mingjing gently lifted a corner of the curtain on the window, tilted her head and looked towards the door.
In the pitch-black night, a tall black figure stood outside, raising his hand and beating on the door panel.
Ming Jing couldn't see his appearance at all, but she felt that the vague figure was very familiar, exactly like Yan Quan'an.
Cold sweat broke out from Mingjing's forehead instantly.
She pinched the back of her hand and felt pain, but it was not a dream.
The "person" outside the door was still banging on the door panel relentlessly. Mingjing didn't even dare to express her anger. She almost crawled back to the bedroom on the third floor, jumped on the bed, and covered her head tightly with the quilt.
The sound of banging on the door on the first floor seemed to ring in Mingjing's ears. It rang all night long. It was not until a wisp of fish belly white finally appeared on the horizon that the sound of banging on the door stopped.
It was not until daybreak that Mingjing heard the sounds of pedestrians on the street below, and then she dared to get up from the bed and open the door of Xianghe Restaurant.
Outside the door, there was nothing except an empty wine bottle lying quietly on the ground at the door.
That's the brand of strong liquor that Yan Quan'an likes to drink most.
Since Yan An'an's death, this brand of wine has never been sold in Xianghe Restaurant, and all the empty bottles at home have been thrown out by Mingjing.
Everything that happened last night was not a dream, let alone her hallucination.
Looking at the empty wine bottle on the ground, Mingjing was so frightened that she almost collapsed.
The messenger from Liuyun Temple came to visit again.
They were still talking about asking Mingjing to send Yan Ling to Liuyun Temple to worship her godmother.
Ming Jing still refused, and the messenger sneered and said: "I will come again tomorrow. After tomorrow, I will not come again. You and that girl of yours will never have a chance again."
There seemed to be other hidden meanings in the messenger's words.
Mingjing thought of what happened the night before and asked hesitantly: "Xiangu, what do you mean by this?"
The messenger said: "It doesn't mean anything special. That man died miserably in your hands, and he was extremely resentful. Fortunately, the fairy lady felt that it was not easy for a woman to be bullied, so she took in the evil spirit so that he could not come to him."
You are seeking revenge. If you insist on not letting the girl worship the fairy as your godmother, I am afraid that the fairy will no longer protect you orphans and widowed mothers."
After saying these words, the messenger said: "I'll give you one more day to think about it yourself!" and left directly.
After the messenger left, Mingjing was restless all day and had no intention of doing business.
Only heaven and earth know about Yan Quan'an's death. She knows and the dead ghost Yan Quan'an knows, but the meaning behind the messenger's words is that he is completely aware of this matter.
Is Liuyun Temple really that magical?
Could it be that the dead ghost Yan Quan'an is really still haunting her because he was taken in by Fairy Liuyun, so he didn't come out to haunt her?
That day happened to be the weekend, and Yan Ling also came home from school.
Ming Jing had something on her mind, so she closed the door of Xianghe Restaurant as soon as it got dark and took Yan Ling to take a rest early.
Just after midnight, the familiar sound of banging on the door came up from the first floor again.
Yan Ling seemed to be possessed by a nightmare. He was not awakened by the banging on the door. He just frowned and kept crying for his father.
Her little face was also flushed red due to an inexplicable high fever. No matter how much Mingjing screamed, she didn't wake up.
Ming Jing originally thought that just like the night before, she would be fine just by hiding in bed and not leaving the room, but seeing Yan Ling's appearance, she could only muster up the courage to get up.
If Yan Quan'an really wants to take her life, then take her life. She can't harm her daughter Yan Ling.
Mingjing rushed to the kitchen and took two kitchen knives. Holding one in each hand, she walked to the window, opened the curtain and looked out.
Mingjing turned on all the lights in the hall on the first floor, and the light shone through the gap in the curtains she opened, illuminating the face of the person outside the door clearly.
Sure enough, it was Yan Anan, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and pouring it into his mouth, while beating the door hard with the other hand.
The moment Mingjing saw Yan Quan'an's face clearly, Yan Quan'an also raised his lowered head and looked in Mingjing's direction.
"Damn woman, open the door!"
Strictly speaking to Mingjing.
Following his voice, countless cracks opened on his face and body, the flesh on his body fell to the ground piece by piece, and bright red and sticky blood flowed out like an open faucet.
After a while, the gate turned red with blood.
Thick blood poured in from the gap in the door, and gradually, the entire hall on the first floor was filled with thick and smelly blood.
As the blood covered Mingjing's ankles, Yan Quan'an unexpectedly entered the living room at some point and stood one meter away from Mingjing, looking at Mingjing secretly.
"Dead woman, give me back your life!"
Yan Quan'an smiled ferociously at Ming Jing, pieces of meat falling off his body, and then he picked them up and stuck them to his body.
"go to hell!"
Mingjing didn't know where she got the courage, so she yelled at Yan Quan'an and danced the kitchen knives in her hands so loudly that the wind whirred.
The lights in the hall flickered and made a sizzling sound of electricity. Mingjing felt a gust of cold wind pass by her, and the lights in the living room returned to brightness again.
The blood covering his ankles on the ground has disappeared, and Yan An'an's figure has also disappeared.
Mingjing just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the sound of "dong, dong, dong" footsteps coming from the stairs, accompanied by the sound of "huffing and puffing".
That was the sound coming from Yan Anan.
Mingjing chased her to the stairs, where a line of bloody footprints followed the stairs to the third floor.
My daughter Yan Ling is alone on the third floor.
Mingjing carried the knife and chased her all the way to the third floor. When she reached the stairs of the third floor, she saw the door of Yan Ling's bedroom slamming shut.
Then, with horror, she heard Yan Ling crying in terror and calling "Daddy", and Yan Quan'an's eerie voice.
"My good daughter, let's go with dad. If your surname is Yan, not Ming, then go with dad!"
"Yan An'an, if you want to kill me, come at me, don't hurt my daughter!"
Mingjing rushed to Yan Ling's bedroom door in a few steps and twisted the door handle. Unable to open it, she banged the door with her body.
The door didn't move at all.
"Dad...Dad...don't, don't take me away..."
Yan Ling's cries continued to come from the bedroom, mixed with Yan Quan'an's "huchihuchi" breathing and the sinister Jie Jie sneer.
"Don't blame dad for being cruel. If you want to blame, blame your mom. As long as you can give your life to that person, that person can make me the ghost king..."
"I won't let you hurt my daughter!" Mingjing broke into a cold sweat after hearing this. She picked up the kitchen knife in her hand and slashed at Yan Ling's bedroom door.