The two of them worked together and successfully hooked the paper out from under the paper man's palm.
The room was dark and I couldn't see what was written on the paper.
Sang Que took out an ordinary candle from her bag, found a tinder and blew on it. The tinder lit a flame. She was about to light the candle, but whoosh! The fire was blown out, and the cool air sprayed on Sang Que's face, making her scalp tighten.
Meow——
Xuanyu hunched his back in alertness, whimpering softly.
Sang Que glanced around and lit the candle again. Just when the candle was about to be lit, Xuan Yu pounced up with a roar and swung his cat claws down with force. A black shadow suddenly disappeared beside the candle.
Xuanyu fell back onto the table, squatted down and licked his paws.
[On the third day, the second child died suddenly on the bed. The eldest child was shocked and killed the third child. He wanted to escape, but saw a child playing on the bed, saying "Play with me"...]
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The tall and thin man, the third of the three, walked into the master bedroom, kicked down the tattered screen, searched everywhere with a candle in hand, and stuffed any valuables he saw into his clothes.
In the burnt and broken tree at the gate of the courtyard, a woman with a pale body covered with festering wounds and blue-black blood vessels was struggling to walk out of the tree. Hard and forked black branches grew out of all parts of her body under the erosion of the heavy rain.
"What the hell? Are you bullying me because I'm not well-educated and can't understand it?"
【There is a haunted house in a certain place. The residents often die suddenly and inexplicably. The owner has no choice but to sell the house at a low price. On this day, a group of three people, who made their fortune on the road of bandits in their early years, bought the house with blood and courage and were not afraid of ghosts. On the first night, the third brother felt the bed shaking in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, he saw three or five children jumping and playing on his bed, shouting "Play with me". The third brother then drew his sword, and the children laughed and disappeared. 】
These stories could not have appeared out of thin air. Since there are storytellers' stories here, it means he has been here before.
The two brothers of the bearded man took knives and knocked around in the house to see if there was any secret passage or somewhere where people could hide.
Sang Que used a sword to break the lock and opened the lid. The scholar in blue climbed up and gasped for breath. It was Liu Tianyou!
The bearded man held up a half candle and checked the densely packed small characters on the paper, which were about the story of "Returning Hometowner".
Hearing the voice, Sang Que turned around in surprise, leaving Xuan Yu to stay and watch. He avoided the paper figures around him and walked around the screen. He saw a large locked box in the corner of the room, the lid of which was constantly vibrating due to being pushed up.
"Play with me~"
The man and the cat looked at each other, immediately blew out the candle, and hid behind the door to look outside.
After searching for a while without any results, the third brother turned and left. Suddenly, a burst of children's laughter and the sound of running came from behind him.
"It doesn't seem that scary, but if there are three of us..."
[…There is a daughter named Huilan, who was ordered to take care of the daily life of the Ming family freak on behalf of her sister. She had not seen the original body for a few days, and everything was fine. During her daily cleaning, she accidentally found a few pages of manuscripts. She learned that this Ming family freak actually liked to make up horror and strange stories. Some of them were particularly interesting, such as this one…]
Some wandering souls are too weak to be easily detected, and some terrifying atmospheres are mostly caused by these wandering souls.
The candle was lit successfully. The dim candlelight flickered, illuminating a small area. Sang Que rubbed Xuan Yu's head.
[Ming family has a daughter who is born different from ordinary people. Everyone in the mansion knows that this girl is a freak. Her body is pale and festering, like a ghost born in a tree. She drinks human blood, sucks human marrow, eats human flesh, hides during the day and comes out at night, wandering around the mansion...]
The bearded man felt annoyed and simply crumpled up the paper and threw it away.
At this moment, the second brother suddenly stopped moving, his eyes quickly lost their luster, he raised the big knife in his hand, and cut his own neck with one stroke.
Sang Que held up a candle and glanced around. There was a screen on one side of the small hall and a museum shelf on the other. Porcelain was scattered all over the floor, there were cobwebs everywhere, and there was moss underfoot. The whole place was dilapidated and old, and there was a strong atmosphere of horror.
The woman was like an old tree, moving slowly step by step, walking outside the yard and disappearing into the darkness.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Su Liangyuan was holding a broken lantern, huddled up and waiting at the door trembling with fear.
The last time when she was instructing Xia Chan in the forest, Xuan Yu's claws could only slightly tear apart Yin Tong's evil fog. The speed of destruction was far slower than the speed at which the evil fog could recover on its own, and the power was very limited. She also encouraged Xuan Yu to practice more, and he would definitely become stronger.
“Ahhhh!!!”
Holding the candle in front of the paper, Sangque quickly read the words on it.
Like... a coffin! Several pairs of cold hands grabbed his ankles and calves. The third brother raised his head and looked down. Several children with rotten heads quickly climbed up from under him.
Only when she could no longer hear the sound of branches breaking when she walked did Sangque dare to let out a breath.
The sound of collision came from behind the screen next to me, along with a faint cry for help.
"Let me out..."
Meow! Xuanyu nodded in agreement, Sangque lit the candle again and continued to read.
"Is there anyone here, help me..."
[…The person in the box is the blue-clothed scholar. Who is the blue-clothed scholar with the others in the outer courtyard? Who is real? Who is fake? The returning guest is trembling with fear, but he does not know that a greater danger is about to happen.]
The will-o'-the-wisp fire was crushed by an invisible force, and large areas of red flowers and weeds on the ground withered and died.
Sang Que held his breath and looked at the paper in his hand with some disbelief.
Just as Sangque saw this, there were suddenly bursts of crackling sounds like branches breaking outside.
The handwriting in the latter part has changed, becoming more graceful than the previous ones, and the writing is more colloquial.
"Play with me~"
Sang Que hesitated for a while, wondering whether she should continue reading. She felt that the storyteller's story was triggered by the need for someone to read it. If no one read it, perhaps the things described in the story would not happen.
[The next day, the three searched the whole house but did not find the child. They dug the ground but did not find any corpse either. They laughed at the third brother for being as timid as a mouse. The third brother was angry and kept guarding with a knife. He fell asleep without knowing when. When he woke up, he found himself in a coffin. The child was laughing and kept saying "play with me". The third brother was terrified and refused repeatedly. The child said "point to one person and you can go home".]
"I'm not indecisive. If I read it, I read it. If I die, I die! If I don't read it, the storyteller will find someone else to read it!"
A chill rushed from Sang Que's back to his head. If Liu Tianyou was locked here, who was the Liu Tianyou who was with them before? *Ming Mansion, deep in the main courtyard.
Sang Que didn't know whether Xuan Yu's claws were born with the ability to tear apart wandering souls, or whether it was because she believed that Xuan Yu could do it that Xuan Yu possessed such ability.
[On a rainy night, hundreds of ghosts roamed around, the injustice of the Ming Mansion was hard to be resolved, Huilan's heart became a curse, the debt of the past must be repaid by the future, the returning guest wants to obey his fate or break it, wait for the next chapter to find out]
"Miss Mulan... is finally saved. As soon as we stepped into the Ming Mansion, my vision went dark, and when I woke up, I was imprisoned here..."
Sang Que straightened up and suddenly felt someone behind her. She turned around abruptly with the candle in her hand, her pupils shrank, and she stepped back and bumped into the coffee table.
Outside, the bearded burly man and the second brother who had just walked out heard the shouting and immediately rushed into the inner room.
Sang Que and Xuan Yu put their heads together and read the last sentence, nothing else.
The originally empty room was now filled with paper dolls, at least seven or eight of them, standing behind her and reaching out to her. They were wearing ancient clothes that looked like shrouds, their faces were pale, with two blushes on them, and they smiled at her strangely. Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hot blood spurted out and sprayed all over the bearded burly man. He stood there in shock, watching the second brother fall to the ground and twitch, and the third brother crawling out from the inner room.
When the second brother was dying, he raised one arm and pointed it at the third brother who was sitting on the ground.
“Hehe~”
"Play with me~"
The last chapter has some problems and needs major revisions. The second update will be later, before 12 noon~ (End of this chapter)