Qi Ling asked: "Can you tell me specifically what's wrong?"

Jiang Jiang was lost in her memories. Around 12 o'clock in the morning that day, she suddenly heard vague singing sounds coming from her mother's room.

At first, she thought she was drowsy and hallucinating. After all, who would sing opera at that late hour? And her mother had a regular sleep schedule and usually went to bed at ten o'clock.

But after a long while, the voice still did not stop, but gradually became mournful and miserable, which made her shudder.

Her father went to work in another city, and she and her mother were the only ones at home in the huge house, which was a bit scary.

She was afraid that something might happen to her mother, so she carefully picked up the fruit knife on the table, suppressed the fear in her heart, and slowly walked out of her mother's room.

She gently pushed open the door and looked inside quietly through the crack.

Unlike the imagined scene with ghosts, there was indeed only my mother in it.

But what was strange was that she was wearing her newly bought cheongsam, singing non-stop in the house and dancing an incomprehensible dance while singing.

Jiang Jiang immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the door and strode in.

As soon as she entered, she started complaining: "Mom, what are you doing so late at night? It's so noisy."

But her mother ignored her and continued singing and dancing as if she couldn't see her, with a strange smile on her face.

Jiang Jiang noticed that her feet were bleeding from being rubbed, but she continued singing as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Jiang was very confused. He looked at her face carefully and found that her face was painted with white and black patches, and her lips were frighteningly red, as if she was playing some kind of role.

Her eyes were also closed, but her body seemed to be able to see, spinning and jumping freely.

Jiang Jiang was so frightened that she couldn't help but scream. She reflexively took a few steps back until she stabilized her body. Then she suppressed her timidity and came back to her mother.

At first she thought her mother was sleepwalking and shook her hard, but she kept dancing and didn't wake up or respond to her at all.

She was very anxious, but no matter what she did, her mother still couldn't wake up.

She just watched her dance until about two in the morning before she went to bed.

Later, she was finally able to wake her mother up.

Mom thought it was already the next day. She checked the time out of habit, then looked at her puzzledly: "Jiang Jiang, why are you in my room so late at night?"

She slowly sat up, feeling very uncomfortable, her whole body aching, and her feet hurting too.

She couldn't help but lift her feet and took a look. When she noticed that her feet were covered in blood, she couldn't help but frown and exclaimed: "What happened to me?"

Jiang Jiang looked at her worriedly, and when he saw that the doubt in her eyes didn't seem fake, he began to explain everything he had seen.

The mother couldn't believe it, she had no recollection of it at all, but the swelling on her foot and the severe pain in her body couldn't lie.

She quickly ran to the mirror and looked at her face, then was frightened and screamed.

"Oh my god, is this my face? Why is it so scary?"

Jiang Jiang nodded

Even though it was hard to believe, my mother finally believed it.

Both mother and son were terrified and hugged each other tightly. Looking at the house where they had lived for several years, they felt extremely strange and frightened.

The mother and son ran out of the house at night and found a hotel to stay in. No such problem occurred in the second half of the night.

But the next night it started again.

On the third day, my mother tried hard not to sleep, but as soon as the time came, she fell into a coma without consciousness, and started dancing when she woke up.

They finally became frightened and completely believed that they had encountered a dirty creature.

At this point, Jiang Jiang regained consciousness: "Master Qi is like this. We also went to the temple to pray for peace and blessings, but it was useless. When the time comes, that thing will come out again."

Jiang Jiang felt exhausted and depressed. "Alas, because of this incident, my mother and I haven't had a good night's sleep in the past few days. I'm fine, I'm young and can handle it, but my mother has been tormented by this and has quickly become thinner and older."

She pleaded, "Master Qi, please help us figure out what's going on."

If this matter is not resolved, they will go crazy.

Compared to Jiang Jiang's anxiety, Qi Ling was very calm.

She asked, "Have you and your mother been staying in a hotel these days?"

"Yes, but even that won't help. I guess it's not the house's fault."

Qi Ling asked affirmatively: "Your mother should always wear that cheongsam when she goes out!"

"Yes, yes, that's right. It's very strange. Even though my mother didn't wear it anymore, she would still wear the cheongsam at 12 o'clock in the evening."

Qi Ling nodded: "That's right, the problem probably lies with the cheongsam."

"Cheongsam? What's wrong with it? We made it at the tailor shop."

Jiang Jiang was not quite convinced. It was just a small cheongsam. How could it be so amazing? It was more like seeing a ghost!

"Yes, let me see your mother now."

"Okay, okay, I'll go next door now. She seems to have already started singing."

Jiang Jiang's tone was complicated. It hadn't done anything to them these days, but it was very annoying. And mom suffered the most. After all, she had to dance in the middle of the night every day. Who could stand it?

Her mother was a rather lazy and plump person, but she lost weight quickly due to dancing every night and the anxiety and fear in the past few days.

Soon, she came to the next door and walked straight in.

Just as she expected, her mother was dancing and singing.

Jiang Jiang pointed the camera directly at the red cheongsam on his mother.

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