"This... well, it's hard to explain in words! You are from out of town. You should leave as soon as possible tomorrow morning and don't stay here... In a few days, we will also move..."
Just when Guo Jing was about to ask why, the middle-aged man had turned around, walked to the middle-aged woman, comforted her and said, "Okay, stop crying, how long will you keep crying! No matter how much you cry, our daughter will
You can’t even come back!”
When she heard the word "daughter", the woman cried even harder.
"Ah wu wu... my daughter... oh wu wu..." She cried so heartbroken that she almost fainted.
The three of them frowned when they saw the woman crying so miserably.
Guo Jing leaned into Han Qingjue's ear and asked, "Is their daughter dead?"
"How do I know? Go and do it yourself!" Han Qingjue glared at him.
Guo Jing pursed his lips and stopped talking.
Fenghua frowned but didn't say anything.
After the three of them had eaten noodles, they were about to go into the room to rest. The middle-aged man came over again and warned them: "No matter what noise you hear at night, just ignore it. Remember not to open the window, no matter what sound you hear."
No matter what sound you hear, don’t open the window, don’t look, just pretend you haven’t heard anything!”
"Why?" Guo Jing stared at him with puzzled eyes.
"Oh, don't ask, don't ask." He obviously didn't want to say anything more, so he finished speaking in a panic and went back to the room.
Han Qingjue's eyes were full of doubts. He glanced at Fenghua and saw that she had no reaction. He didn't say anything and walked directly to the room.
So, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.
It gets deeper in the middle of the night...
It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly Fenghua opened his eyes suddenly, and a look flashed across his eyes.
In another room, Han Qing suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly saw a black shadow, and punched it. The black shadow flashed quickly, did a somersault, and hung upside down on the wall.
"You're looking for death, it's me!" A familiar voice came, and as a sour smell penetrated the tip of his nose, Han Qingjue frowned.
"Why did you come to my room in the middle of the night?" He stared at him displeased!
What I hate most is when a man sneaks into his room in the middle of the night - except for women!
"Didn't you hear the sound?" Guo Jing jumped up and stood firmly on the ground, with a very serious expression on his face.
A light flashed quickly in Han Qingjue's eyes.
Fenghua narrowed his dangerous eyes and faintly heard the sound of a trumpet. It was a strange sound, as if someone was getting married. The sound of the trumpet and the sound of gongs and drums did not bring any joy at all.
Hearing this sound in the middle of the night is really weird and scary...
She suddenly remembered that this was not the sound of trumpets played at a wedding, but the kind of mournful music played by a funeral procession!
"Did you hear it too?" A voice came from behind.
Fenghua turned around suddenly, and Guo Jing and Han Qingjue were standing behind him.
The sounds of trumpets and gongs and drums are getting closer and louder...
A strange atmosphere spread. Ordinary people would have been so scared that they would have covered their ears and hid in bed and trembled.
Fenghua walked to the window, opened it gently, and looked out onto the street through a thin crack...
Several figures in red clothes flew across the sky. Eight girls in red clothes carried a red sedan chair, with their toes on the ground, flying in the air, followed by hundreds of maids in red clothes...