Xian Tong's eyes narrowed, and his body stiffened as he lay on the ground.

That was the dog his mother left behind.

We can't let them ruin it.

"good"

A low, resounding response

Xiao Ai and the girl looked quite satisfied. "Go on, we'll wait for you outside."

Xian Tong hurriedly got up, his body covered in mud.

He glanced at Xiao Ai and the others, then turned and went into the building.

The boy hadn't paid much attention to Xian Tong's retreating figure, but he paused slightly when he saw the collapsed iron gate.

"Xiao Ai"

"What?" Xiao Ai blew a bubble and turned to look at the boy.

"Wasn't this door already collapsed yesterday?"

Xiao Ai was taken aback and turned to look at the iron gate that had just collapsed in front of them.

Xiao Ai snapped out of her nonchalant attitude and exchanged a glance with the girl next to her; both could see the unease in the other's eyes.

"No way..."

Xiao Ai stepped forward and glanced at the fallen iron gate. It was yellowed and rusty, and there was a smell of rotting wild vines on it.

Hearing the noise, the female ghost in the closet climbed up to the second-floor window.

Looking at the students below, his eyes began to bleed.

"...Ahhhh"

A bored underling looking around saw this scene and was so frightened he almost wet his pants.

"A ghost! A ghost!"

He took off running.

Xiao Ai was startled by them. She exchanged a glance with the girl next to her, and a sense of unease rose in their hearts.

"How about... Xiao Ai, we go..."

The girl tugged at her clothes, and Xiao Ai swallowed and nodded.

They turned around and left.

As for Xian Tong? Who cares whether he lives or dies?

…

As soon as Xian Tong went inside, the door was closed.

A cold wind blew straight at his neck, and the sticky residue from the water and flour splashes earlier had probably dried by now.

He touched the dried paste on his face, looked at the dark living room, and mustered his courage to look around.

Xiao Ai and her friends wanted a golden lamp, but where could they find one?

Xian Tong turned his head and looked up at the ceiling; apart from the chandelier, he didn't see anything else.

So he turned to look at other places, and as he turned his head, the chandelier swayed.

Looking at the stairs, he groped his way up.

The handrail in his hand was exceptionally smooth. Xian Tong was slightly taken aback, staring at the clean handrail until he froze.

The rusted gate at the entrance suggests that no one has ever been inside, but now the inside... is remarkably clean...

Add to that the rumors surrounding them…

Everything seemed so strange.

Xian Tong took a deep breath, shook her head, and tried her best not to let her mind wander.

I opened my eyes and took a step forward.

A woman can be vaguely seen hanging from the chandelier below…

She seemed to look up at Xian Tong, who was going upstairs, and then made eye contact with the little devil sitting on the armrest.

The little devil made a face at her and then disappeared.

After hanging by her neck for a while, the female ghost gradually disappeared.

The chandelier was left swaying in place...

"Click"

The floor made a sound

Xian Tong lowered his eyes, moved his feet away, and saw that a corner of the floor was broken. His slightly anxious heart quietly calmed down a little.

Then continue walking into the rooms inside.

But they didn't notice that from inside the broken hole, an eye was watching Xiantong.

Open the door, this is the second floor.

There was a cabinet and a painting that didn't look very good.

Xian Tong walked over and looked at the painting. It depicted a man in ancient attire, but the man's mouth was split open.

Somewhat like morbid paintings

He looked around the empty room, which was dark, and then glanced at the wardrobe.

He walked over and reached out to open the wardrobe.

Inside was a woman's dress, nothing else.

Xiantong closed the wardrobe, turned around, and left the room.

After he left, the painting behind the sound moved its eyes.

You just wanted to eat him.

"You're talking nonsense! I think you're the one who wants to eat him."

The female ghost in the closet retorted directly.

"Ha, I'll make your master feed you the bitter fruit."

"Say that again, you damn jerk, or I'll dye my clothes green!"

The person in the painting has a mocking look in their eyes, as if to say, "Do you think I'm surprised your clothes are green?"

The female ghost suddenly appeared, took the picture frame off the wall, and threw it to the ground.

The sound of the crash was particularly jarring in the silent building.

Xian Tong pulled his foot back after taking a step forward, and turned his head sharply to look at the source of the sound.

Pushing open the door, I saw that the painting had inexplicably fallen to the ground, and the glass frame around it was shattered.

I picked it up, and then all the glass on top of it came crashing down.

Xian Tong stared silently at the shattered glass.

They hung the painting back up, only to find there was nowhere else to hang it.

So how did it get hung up like that?

Xian Tong fell into a sullen silence again, looking at the strangely ancient-looking man with a cracked neck, cold sweat dripping down his neck.

His eyelashes trembled slightly as he placed the painting in the corner, where it stood upright against the wall.

Xian Tong tightened his clothes and turned to leave the strange house.

The "click" sound also brought Xian Tong along.

"You're finished!" The ghost painting flew up.

The female ghost also appeared at this time.

"If you hadn't kept babbling on and on, who the hell would have thrown you?"

"Heh heh, just wait and see what happens."

The painting ghost, watching the spectacle with amusement, flew onto the wall, and the glass shards on the ground flew back onto the frame, restoring them to their original state.

The female ghost gritted her teeth as she glared at the gloating ghost painting, then reluctantly returned to the wardrobe.

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