Chapter 774 He is easy to please (4)

This castle is so old that some supernatural stories have been passed down. For example, many years ago, a missionary died here. He died in a corner of the castle and was not found until a long time ago. His body had been weathered into bones, and only the long sword in his hand was still shining.

It is said that occasionally, people can hear a "whooshing" sound, which is the sound of wind passing through the gaps in the skeleton. Slowly, the skeleton missionary holding a long sword and wearing a black robe will slowly walk out of the darkness, looking for something.

Such a legend is of course just a legend, Lei Ou is not afraid, but there are always some bad thoughts in his mind. He didn't know how many servants who said bad things about him he had scared in this way before. Seeing those servants falling down the stairs or trembling on the ground, he would laugh heartily.

How foolish are these people? It's easy for him to play with them.

Baozi Face dared to hit him and bite him. He must teach her a lesson and let her know who is the boss!

Lei Ou held a sword half his height in his hand. This was a gift he asked his father for on his fifth birthday. It only looked like a sword, but it was not sharpened. It was his favorite "weapon" at ordinary times.

Staring at the closed door, he happily imagined Bai Yao huddled in her quilt in fear.

Her chubby face must have turned pale, her black hair must have become a mess, she would never again have a face as rosy and charming as a rose, nor would she have a braid as smooth and neat as a willow branch. She might even become hoarse from fear, and would never again be able to deliberately use a clear and pleasant voice to win the favor of adults.

The masked boy held his sword, his shoulders trembling, and a sinister laugh came from under the mask.

Suddenly, the tightly closed door opened from the inside, and a white ghost rushed out with its fangs bared, "Catch the kid and eat him!"

Lei Ou was caught off guard and screamed in fear. The sword in his hand fell to the ground. He turned around and ran away. When he ran far away, he looked back and saw the white ghost picked up the things that fell on the ground and looked at them. Then he picked up the sword and chased after him again.

Lei Ou also screamed, turned his head and continued to run forward.

The lights in the corridor lit up one after another as they chased. This gradually coming light was like a road to death paved for him!

The scene was very funny. The kid wearing a skull mask ran forward, and the girl wearing a white lace tablecloth chased him with a sword. The two kept a distance from each other. He didn't dare to stop, and she didn't give up chasing him.

Leio was a spoiled boy. He lacked exercise on weekdays. He was scared and ran a distance quickly. He was already panting and running with short legs. He could hardly breathe under the mask. He couldn't run any more.

After turning a corner, he quickly pushed open the door of an empty room and hid inside.

Lei Ou tried hard to suppress his panting. He pressed against the door nervously, trying to hear the movement outside. Gradually, footsteps were heard.

The light at the bottom of the door was blocked by the people outside, and it was dark.

Lei Ou's heart almost jumped out of his throat. His pounding heart made him sweat. He didn't dare to move. Even his breathing was very difficult. Tension and panic came together, making his body tense. It

was terrible, too terrible!

After all, he was a six-year-old child. He usually relied on his status to bully others. If he really encountered a "ghost", he would naturally be afraid.

Lei Ou silently mentioned his father many times in his heart, praying that his father would appear like a god and save him.

But Dad didn't show up, but fortunately the figure outside the door seemed to wander for a long time, without finding the target, and slowly walked away.

Lei Ou sat on the ground against the door, raised his hands to cover his chest, trying to calm his beating heart.

The sound of "wuwu" vaguely appeared in the dim house.

Lei Ou raised his face and looked tremblingly in the direction where the movement came from.

The moonlight was cold and slipped in from the glass window, adding an even more desolate color to the black room, but the window was closed tightly without any gaps, and there was no swaying shadow of the tree outside the window, but this faint "wuwu" sound became clearer and closer.

The air suddenly became cold, as if it was a sign of the return of the dead.

Leo nervously stared at the corner where the movement came from. In the darkness, a figure appeared and disappeared.

The black robe moved without wind, and the bony hands held the hilt of the sword. The tip of the long sword dragged on the ground, leaving deep marks accompanied by the piercing sound.

The skull slowly turned, and the cross pendant hanging on the neck swayed with it, emitting a cold light in the moonlight. Its empty eye sockets seemed to scan every corner, and then it "looked" steadily in the direction of the door.

Lei's body tensed up. In extreme fear, this overly spoiled child lost control of his body. He watched helplessly as the missionary in the legend dragged the long sword closer and closer to him. The tightness of the air almost stopped his heartbeat. Suddenly

, as the door opened from the outside, Lei's body lost support and fell to the cold floor.

The girl in the pink skirt stood in front of the boy with the sword in her hands and said to the figure inside: "Don't run if you can, my dad is coming!"

There was no response in the darkness, it was dead silent, and there were no extra figures.

Bai Yao's shout was just a bluff. While the figure inside didn't chase out, she bent down, grabbed Lei's arm, and pulled him back.

The two children ran to the staircase and hid in the narrow stairwell.

The lights outside slowly went out, and the cramped space fell into darkness again.

Bai Yao carefully observed the outside through the gap, and when she saw no one, she whispered, "Are you okay?"

Lei Ou hugged his body and muffled his voice, "No, I'm fine."

Bai Yao said, "I called my parents. It's strange that they haven't brought anyone to find us yet. Did they take the wrong road?"

Seeing that she was about to push open the door of the stairwell and go out, Lei Ou hurriedly hugged Bai Yao's arm, "Don't leave me."

Bai Yao turned around to look at him, the screen of her phone watch emitted a faint light, and she stared at the skull mask on his face, "Did you cry?"

Lei Ou shook his head desperately, his tone a little anxious, "I didn't cry."

Bai Yao decisively took off his mask. The blond boy's face was pale, and his blue eyes were misty. He quickly covered his face, and his sweaty blond hair stuck to his face like a little golden hair that fell into the water.

The little brat is still a little brat.

Bai Yao whispered: "Okay, I know you are not crying. I will go find an adult to help. You hide here and don't move."

When he heard that Bai Yao was going to leave again, Lei Ou's short body moved forward and hugged her, grabbing her long hair behind her back. He didn't want her to know that he was scared and crying. He could only press his head tightly on Bai Yao's shoulder, against her head, so that she couldn't turn her face to look at him.

The boy tried to use his usual arrogant attitude, but he could barely suppress the trembling in his voice, and said again: "Don't leave me."

Bai Yao pushed his head away and whispered: "Don't grab my hair!"

But he used his hands and feet to put his strength on her, and stubbornly squeezed her into the narrow corner of the stairwell. He used all his strength, and Bai Yao couldn't push him away.

Suddenly, the door of the stairwell was opened, and light poured in instantly.

Several adults stood outside, looking at the two children hugging each other, with different expressions.

Mr. William looked relieved.

Wen Wan looked at her daughter's clothes stained with dust again, and covered her head and wanted to scream.