Chapter 132
Yitu's eyes felt sore and dry as she stared at her husband Kan Xingyuan, but the shadow standing behind him still didn't leave.
Not only did it not leave, but it was swaying and moving forward.
The cold air crawled slowly over his skin like a snake. Yitu tried to breathe as lightly as possible, but it seemed to have no effect.
That thing knew there was someone in the bed.
Yi Tu's heart was beating faster and faster. Both Kan Xingyuan and he were serious people, so they would always close the doors and windows of their house before going to bed.
What's more, their house is on the fifth floor, and there is a layer of sturdy anti-theft windows outside the windows.
If it was a thief or a murderer, there was no way they could have entered without making any noise and appeared out of nowhere in their bedroom.
So at this moment, what exactly is standing behind him?
Yi Tu stared at the shadow that completely covered his head. A faint fishy smell rushed into his nostrils, and a cold breath also climbed up his neck.
Yitu's breath was caught, and that thing was about to stick to him!
Boundless fear and the thrill of the unknown can instantly paralyze one's nerves, but when one turns around and faces it, the feeling is actually not that bad.
Yitu was almost touching the pale ghost face in front of him, less than a centimeter away.
The violent visual impact caused consciousness to be barely pulled back after a second or two.
This pale and terrifying ghost face has no facial features, like a flattened mirror, which is particularly weird.
It was wearing the flowery shirt that Old Mrs. He wore before she died. It had a hunched back and stretched its neck to look at the two people on the big bed.
Yitu's sudden turn of head made it slow down for a second, but it quickly reacted and attacked fiercely with the two ghost hands with sharp nails hanging at its sides.
It wanted to strangle the person in front of it, but Yitu's reaction was much quicker than he had imagined.
The thing missed, but the ghost hand left two holes more than an inch deep on the headboard where Yi Tu had just been, which was shocking.
Yi Tu felt a wave of fear, and when Old Lady He withdrew her hand, he picked up the pillow and smashed it hard on her head.
He originally wanted to kick it again, but the thing's reaction was too weird.
It didn't make any sound, and even its body didn't move at all. Yi Tu had a bad feeling in his heart.
Just as the pillow fell to the ground, the bedroom light suddenly turned on with a "click".
Yitu subconsciously closed his eyes, and the strong light stimulated the corners of his eyes to turn slightly red.
When he opened his eyes again, Mrs. He was no longer in the room.
"You see our room..."
Yi Tu turned around and wanted to talk to Kan Xingyuan, but halfway through his words, he realized that he was almost sitting in the man's arms.
When she turned her head, her cheek rubbed against Kan Xingyuan's hard chin.
Yitu felt a little embarrassed and quickly got up and out of bed.
Before, his attention was all on the ghost, and he completely forgot that there was a living person lying next to him.
When he dodged Old Lady He's attack, he had already hit Kan Xingyuan's arm.
Yitu got out of bed, her eyes still a little red, looking like a bullied young wife.
The man's eyes swept across his wife's white jade-like face lightly, and he felt a little funny in his heart.
The pajamas were torn, revealing the chic and beautiful collarbone.
Yitu picked up the pillow that fell on the ground and wanted to ask Kan Xingyuan if he had seen Old Mrs. He.
This matter can only be convincing if you see it with your own eyes. If Kan Xingyuan didn't see it, no matter what he said, it would sound like he was being crazy.
However, before Yitu could open his mouth to ask, the man suddenly sighed and said:
"Zhong Qing, you beat it into a deformed shape, you know that?"
Yitu was stunned and tried to defend himself: "But I didn't use much force." He originally wanted to kick him again.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Kan Xingyuan laughing out loud, with malicious teasing written all over his handsome face.
Yitu: .....
This bastard was obviously making fun of him, and Yi Tu's eyes widened with anger.
If you laugh like this, the character's breakdown level must have reached 80%. If you have the guts, then keep laughing.
Yitu snorted in her heart, and stood barefoot on the ground holding a pillow, looking at him.
Sure enough, after a while, Kan Xingyuan's emotions calmed down and he returned to being the fake person who lived with a mask.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
The man looked at his wife with deep eyes, his expression was gloomy and his voice was low.
Yitu always felt that what he said was ambiguous, so he didn't say anything. He went to the next room to change a pillow, then climbed back into bed and lay down.
The bedroom light finally went out.
The light in the corridor on the third floor was suddenly turned on by a hand with bright red nail polish.
Su Ruoyun's heart was pounding and her nerves were tense. But when she saw that the shadow squatting inside was just the child from Room 305, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
It was almost 4:30 in the morning when she left work exhausted and drunk.
However, as soon as she entered the residential building, Su Ruoyun was suddenly awakened from her sleepiness.
She didn't know if she was dazzled or if it was just too dark, but the security door of Room 102 wasn't closed tightly and left a tiny gap open.
Su Ruoyun suddenly stood stiffly at the bottom of the stairs, with various famous scenes from horror movies constantly emerging in her mind.
Not long after Mrs. He and her husband died, the police came to take away the bodies and even put a seal on the door to preserve the crime scene.
How did the door open? Who is there?
Su Ruoyun blinked her sore eyes, and with this blink, the crack suddenly disappeared.
How could that be?
She forced herself to hold on to her shaking legs and turned on the lights in the corridor.
The door of Room 102 was right in front of him, with an intact white seal on it.
The door was closed tightly, so there was no possibility that anyone was inside.
Su Ruoyun's breathing was trembling. She didn't think that it was just an illusion.
Still frightened, she didn't plan to stay on the first floor any longer. The atmosphere there was very strange, and the corridor was so quiet that it seemed like there was a ghost behind it.
Su Ruoyun quickly went up the stairs in her high heels. For the first time, she regretted that her home was on the fourth floor. She felt a little tired from climbing.
However, when she reached the third floor, her heart almost jumped out of her mouth out of fright.
There was a dark shadow squatting in the corner of the third floor. It wasn't a garbage bag, because it was still shaking.
Su Ruoyun was so frightened that she stood there for a long time before regaining consciousness.
This time, her hands trembled even more as she reached for the light button next to the corridor, tears welling up in her eyes.
She regretted it. If she had known that Old Lady He would turn into a ghost after her death, she would never have dared to make an enemy of that old thing even if she was beaten to death.
Su Ruoyun's thoughts were in turmoil, but the moment the lights came on, her emotions fluctuated drastically.
She blurted out a Chinese quintessence out of control, and her blood instantly rushed to her head.
"You stupid kid, why are you hiding in the corridor so late at night instead of sleeping?!"
Su Ruoyun recognized the little boy huddled in the corner with a pink rabbit doll in his arms. He was Yi Xiaofeng, the son of Huang Jiao from Room 305.
She was furious. There were two kinds of people she feared the most in this world: old people who lacked virtue, and lawless children.
Today she was lucky, she encountered the latter, but she was still almost scared sick.
"How did your mother discipline you, huh? It's fine if you run around the hallway like a dog during the day, but what are you thinking of doing this late at night?"
Su Ruoyun was still angry, and as she spoke she wanted to pull the child up.
The little boy's face was dirty, and he was wearing a shirt that was obviously outdated and too small. He had rubbed the corner of the wall so hard that a large piece of paint fell off.
"don't want!"
Su Ruoyun failed to pull him away, and was even pushed by him, almost hitting the handrail on the side with her high heels.
"Fuck you!" Su Ruoyun was so angry that she wanted to take off her shoes and smash the little thing to death.
She gasped for breath, and it took her a long time to calm down her extremely surging emotions.
"I can't control you, I'll ask your mother to deal with you!"
Su Ruoyun didn't want to continue to argue here, so she raised her hand to knock on the door of Room 305.
The little boy suddenly looked terrified. Su Ruoyun sneered, "Haven't I found a way to deal with you?"
It is normal for a child to be afraid of his mother, but when Yi Xiaofeng rushed over and hugged her calves, he cried out in tears:
"Don't knock, don't knock! Please!"
Su Ruoyun was stunned for a moment. This kid...is he overreacting?
Then, she heard Yi Xiaofeng say:
"Sister Su, please don't wake up my mother."
"She turned into a silkworm, a huge chrysalis! I'm scared, I'm so scared!"
Su Ruoyun was shocked when she heard this. What nonsense was this kid talking about?
"You...did you see it wrong, Xiaofeng?" Su Ruoyun squatted down, trying to comfort the crying child, and asked softly:
"Tell your sister, what happened to your mother?"
If Huang Jiao was really fine, Yi Xiaofeng would not have slept in the corridor with the door open in the middle of the night.
Yi Xiaofeng slowly loosened his grip on Su Ruoyun's calf and whispered:
"I'm not mistaken. There are so many white silk threads on Mom's bed. Mom has become a silkworm chrysalis."
Su Ruoyun's breath was choked. How could it be possible?
Just as she was stunned, the security door behind them suddenly opened from the inside.
Su Ruoyun looked over subconsciously, and Huang Jiao's malnourished, sallow face suddenly appeared in front of her.
Her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, staring at the two people outside the door without a single ripple.
"Mom, Mom." The little boy was scared and called out in a low voice.
Su Ruoyun finally reacted and quickly stood up and complained:
"Sister Huang, why did you leave your son in the hallway so late at night?"
"I was almost scared to death when I got home from get off work."
Huang Jiao finally spoke, and her expression became normal.
"I'm sorry, I fell asleep and didn't know Xiaofeng slipped out."
"Xiaofeng, come in quickly!" Huang Jiao looked at the little boy with an angry look on her face.
Yi Xiaofeng looked up at Su Ruoyun, hesitated for a moment, and then walked towards his mother.
Su Ruoyun lowered her eyes slightly, countless thoughts flashing through her mind.
"I'm sorry, Miss Su, for causing you trouble." Huang Jiao said politely, but there was no sincerity of apology on her face.
Su Ruoyun smiled, as if she didn't notice her hypocrisy.
"It's nothing, it's just that someone just died downstairs recently, and it might have been man-made or not an accident."
The iron door was only half open, and Su Ruoyun could see Huang Jiao's room, with half of the bed exposed.
There was no white silk thread as Yi Xiaofeng mentioned, nor was there any so-called giant silkworm pupa.
"You'd better pay attention to the child's personal safety, otherwise if something really happens, you won't have a place to cry."
Su Ruoyun left after she finished speaking, without giving Huang Jiao and her son a chance to speak any more.
If you encounter nothing but annoying things in a day, would you believe what you see with your own eyes or what a six-year-old child says?
Su Ruoyun went up to the fourth floor and cursed under her breath, "You're sick!" as she opened the door.
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