The misty rain was hazy, and the alley was long, as if covered by a layer of gauze, and there were wisps of light smoke, beautiful and quiet, like a painting.

It was dusk at this moment, and it was time to go home. From time to time, people came and went in the alley, greeting each other familiarly, talking about some things about the Zhang family and the Li family, giving people a faint sense of warmth.

And at the entrance of the alley, a young and slender figure stood at some point, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The drizzling raindrops slowly dripped along the edge of the paper umbrella, and after falling on the ground, small rain flowers gradually rose. A wisp of evening breeze blew, not cold, but a little cool, brushing the corner of the clothes of this slender figure.

A white and slender palm gently held the oil-paper umbrella. Under the umbrella, there was a white and handsome face, very young, as gentle as jade, and a strong bookish atmosphere permeated his body. In addition, the several books in his other hand proved that this young man was a scholar.

However, at this moment, when he looked at the alley in front of him, he clearly felt the joy of returning home and the happiness and warmth of seeing his wife, but for some reason, he stopped at the entrance of the alley.

Because this alley that he had walked thousands of times made him feel a little strange today.

It was as if there was another voice in his mind calling him, making him wake up, sober up, as if there was another life and memory running.

"I must have studied too long last night and went to bed at three o'clock in the morning, so I am a little dazed today. The students in the class laughed at me, which made me think about it."

He shook his head lightly and laughed, feeling that he must not have rested well last night, and he was already weak and exhausted, so he suddenly had wild thoughts.

"Go home, my wife must be waiting for me to eat..."

When he thought of his wife, a happy smile appeared on his face.

Soon, the oil-paper umbrella fluttered, and he took a light step, accompanied by the rain, and walked into the alley, and his home was at the end of the alley.

"Hey! Mr. Ye, are you back from class? Did my child cause you any trouble today?"

"Mr. Ye, how well does my child know the Three Character Classic?"

"Come, Mr. Ye, the old hen at home laid eggs, and I cooked some. You can take some back and eat with Mrs. Ye!"

"Mr. Ye..."

When he, Mr. Ye, walked into the alley, the neighbors who were originally chatting and joking all showed respectful expressions, and greeted Mr. Ye very enthusiastically.

"Thank you, everyone. We are all neighbors, there is no need to be so polite. I appreciate your kindness."

Mr. Ye smiled warmly, politely and kindly, and walked forward slowly with an oil-paper umbrella.

On both sides of the alley are rows of old houses with green tiles, quiet and simple in the hazy mist and rain. Raindrops drip from the eaves, and the figure of Mr. Ye passes through them, getting farther and farther away.

"Look at Mr. Ye! Scholars are different! He's just a little skinny, he looks like he will fall down if the wind blows, he's not strong."

"What do you know? Mr. Ye is a genuine scholar with great knowledge. It is said that he will take part in the provincial examination in autumn. If he passes, he will be a juren! Otherwise, why would the county magistrate hire Mr. Ye to teach in the school in the west of the city?" "

Alas, look at my son. He takes after his father and will be a butcher all his life!"

"Mr. Ye and Mrs. Ye are really in love. Mr. Ye is a scholar, and Mrs. Ye is extremely beautiful and dexterous. When do you think my son will be able to marry such a beautiful wife?" "

Stop talking! It's getting dark. It is said that there are unclean things in the county recently. You'd better go home and close the door!"

"That's right!"

...

Amid the discussions of the neighbors, Mr. Ye was walking farther and farther away until he came to the end of the alley and turned a corner.

The next moment, an old house with blue tiles appeared in front of him, with the door bolt half-closed. Many crisp vines were sticking out from the corners of the walls. They were densely packed and covered the outer walls. They were green and lush. They were the creepers.

"This year's creepers are growing particularly well! Thanks to my wife's hard work in cultivating them."

Mr. Ye stood in front of the door, looking at the creepers on the wall. The gentle smile on his lips became more and more intense, and he was ready to push the door open.

However, looking at the door of his own house, Mr. Ye didn't know why a sense of trance surged in his mind again, and he felt a sense of danger that he had never felt before!

It was as if something terrible was spying on him in the dark, full of greed and madness!

"It's really strange, why am I always so absent-minded today? It seems that I can never stay up late to read books in the future..."

Mr. Ye shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Creak!

Without hesitation, he pushed open his door and walked in slowly.

What came to him was a small courtyard, but for some reason, the courtyard was very dirty. The corners were full of garbage, and the ground was covered with thick dust, which formed a sharp contrast with the green creepers.

Mr. Ye, who had never felt anything before, looked at the dirty courtyard, and for some reason, his brows slightly frowned!

"Mr. Husband..."

Suddenly, a soft and gentle and happy call came from the front, and instantly Mr. Ye smiled warmly.

"Madam, I'm back!"

At the end of the small courtyard, at the door of the inner room, a very beautiful woman appeared at some point!

Her facial features were extremely beautiful, even a little coquettish, and there was a faint vertical red line at the center of her eyebrows, which seemed to be painted on.

"Mr. Husband, wash your hands and eat, the food is ready."

Madam Ye took the oil-paper umbrella and book from Mr. Ye's hand with a smile, welcomed him in, and then gently closed the door with a pair of bare hands.

After that, they ate, washed, and warmed up as usual.

Night fell quickly.

There was the sound of rain outside. In front of the window of the house, a candle had already been lit, casting a dim light.

Mr. Ye sat in front of the shabby desk, reading by lamplight as usual.

There is less than a month left before the provincial examination, so Mr. Ye has to work hard.

But Mrs. Ye has already washed up and went to bed and seems to have fallen asleep first.

Crackling!

The burning oil sound of the candle kept ringing. It was so loud in the middle of the night, but it burned very vigorously, illuminating the bright desk!

I don’t know how long it has been, Mr. Ye, who has been concentrating all the time, yawned. It seems that his shoulders are sore because he has not been moving.

He gently put down the book, rubbed his sore eyes, and patted his shoulders.

"I accidentally read it again at three o'clock. Forget it, let's rest early today, otherwise I will be dazed again tomorrow."

As if thinking of the daze during the day and dusk, Mr. Ye shook his head and stood up, ready to blow out the candle and go to bed.

But at this moment!

"No! Don't! Husband! Husband, help quickly..."

Suddenly, Mrs. Ye's cry for help full of fear and fear came from the bed opposite the desk, which immediately made Mr. Ye's face change drastically!

"Madam! What's wrong with you?"

Mr. Ye rushed to the bed and opened the mosquito net with a whoosh!

"Ah!!!"

The next moment, Mr. Ye's face turned pale, and he sat on the ground with fear, trembling all over, sweating!

"A man does not speak of strange things! A man does not speak of strange things..."

Mr. Ye kept repeating this sentence!

On the bed, there was no Madam Ye, but only a bloody skeleton, staring at him, and even dripping blood, which had already dyed the whole bed red!

"Madam... Madam..."

Mr. Ye was scared, but he still struggled to stand up!

Whoosh!

But suddenly, the candle on the desk that had been burning brightly went out!

The whole room suddenly fell into darkness!

This moment scared Mr. Ye again, and he sat on the ground with his butt again!

"Hehehe..."

At the same time, a weird and eerie laugh with unintentional horror suddenly sounded, shaking the room!

"Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"

"So hungry! I'm so hungry! One is not enough! One is not enough! And you! Let me...eat you! Eat you! Okay? Okay!!"

Swish!

A black shadow rushed towards Mr. Ye, who was sitting on the ground and trembling with fear, like lightning!