Su Mingyang became increasingly nervous as he spoke, his voice trembling more and more: "Bai Su has been exorcised, but... but wasn't the corpse we dealt with before pieced together from five people? Even if it wasn't Bai Su, it was still five lives! Have you forgotten the water ghost that appeared when Huang Xiangu [crossed over to the underworld]?"
As he spoke, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Yes, how could I have forgotten about that?
I turned to look at Jin Ye, wanting to ask him if it might be one of those dirty things.
"Let's go check it out, everyone be careful!"
Jin Ye picked up the peach wood sword, used the tip of the sword to lift a yellow talisman, and slowly approached the bed I had just slept on.
"Brother Luo, is that you?"
I whispered to myself, looking under the bed.
There was no response; it was deathly silent.
Walking to the bedside, Jin gestured for me to lie down on the floor and examine it carefully.
He and Su Mingyang stood at the head and foot of the bed respectively, ready to provide support at any time.
"Old Chen, be careful! Don't stick your head in, just take a quick look." Su Mingyang also picked up a stool and warned him.
I said I knew, then lay down on the floor and carefully shone my phone under the bed.
This bed is a very old-fashioned bed with very high legs.
When I was a child, my family had this kind of bed, with a square wooden box that could be tucked underneath.
It is said that the reason this bed is made so high is because, according to the older generation, the space under the bed is equivalent to another "entrance to the underworld".
The higher the foot of the bed, the harder it is for unclean things to climb up, just as a threshold can keep zombies out of the house. That's why thresholds were made particularly high in ancient times.
The space under the bed was piled with all sorts of odds and ends: worn-out shoes and dusty boxes.
I quickly scanned the area but didn't find anything unusual.
Just as I was about to pull back, the light from my phone suddenly shone on a pair of feet.
Those feet were bare, their toes gripping the gap between the two bed boards tightly, their skin a bloodless, bluish-white.
I took a deep breath and slowly moved the flashlight beam along those feet to the side.
As the light shifted, a face as pale as paper gradually came into view.
It's Luo Tianhe!
He stared at me with his empty, lifeless eyes.
No wonder Su Mingyang didn't see him when he was looking under the bed.
He was like a gecko, clinging to the gaps in the bed frame with his hands and feet, lying face down under the bed, quietly watching me sleep.
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