C6 Asked Song Man

I don't know how anyone could make a basement like this. I don't know which way to go, because I don't know where the head is.

Then he sent me a QQ message, telling me to go wherever it looked eerie.

"It's very eerie on all sides, where do you want me to go?" I replied.

"I'm very familiar with the villa up there, but I don't know much about the basement. I suggest you try your best and make a choice. However, if you choose the wrong one, there will not be time for you to go to the other side. You have to leave immediately. " "No," he said.

I took a deep breath and followed the beam of the flashlight to the left.

Very soon, I discovered that the deeper I went, the colder it became. It was a type of coldness that made one's heart turn cold.

But it was cold, and for a long distance I didn't feel anything around me, and that didn't make me feel at ease. It made me feel even more pressured, because that kind of thing was good at hiding in the dark and might be watching me from somewhere.

This corridor seemed to be quite long, and even after walking for so long, it still hadn't reached its end.

Then Mr. Liu suddenly sent me a message saying that he remembered that there was a songstress in the basement. If I met him, he would immediately kneel down and lie on the ground.

"When does the moon shine? Ask the blue sky about the wine. I wonder what year it will be, in Heaven Palace … "

Suddenly, a strange song came from the front. It was sung by a woman. My hands trembled in fright and I almost dropped my phone on the ground.

As the singing got closer, a strange wind started to blow in the corridor.

It seems that the person Mr. Liu mentioned has appeared. I hurriedly knelt on the ground.

After a short moment, the song arrived in front of me, giving me goosebumps.

Then the song suddenly stopped, and something seemed to circle around me, and the last voice suddenly exploded in my ear: "Miss, do you know what song I'm singing?"

This voice seemed to have a demonic quality. I subconsciously wanted to reply, but upon thinking about what Mr. Liu had said, I immediately reacted. I hurriedly bit my lower lip, not daring to reply.

"Miss, do you know what song I'm singing?" the voice asked again.

The demonic nature seemed to have grown even stronger this time. I had a very strong urge to return it, so I could only bite my lower lip. The intense pain eased this urge.

"When will the moon be clear and bright …?"

He suddenly began to sing again, circling me as he sang, and I could only hope that he would leave as soon as he finished one.

But the next moment, it suddenly came close to my ear. "Miss, what song is this?"

"Ming …"

An indescribable demonic aura made me subconsciously want to say something, but after saying just one word, I knew that I would spoil the meal. I hurriedly bit my tongue to stop myself.

"Hmm? "Hurry up and say it …" It urged sinisterly.

I was so scared that I was about to lose control. I didn't know what would happen if I told him, so I couldn't tell him even if I beat him to death.

"Are you going to tell me or not?" It suddenly raised its voice, threatening.

In my mind, I repeated the words of the Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, and even Allah, praying that they would help me get through this.

Just as I finished reading it, I felt as if it had left. This made me feel that it was ridiculous. Could it be that the gods in the sky had heard my pleas?

This was obviously impossible. Maybe this thing was just pretending to leave.

Just as expected, a few seconds later, I felt something cold float to the side!

It circled around me a few times and suddenly said:

"Miss, we'll meet again in the future."

Then it drifted away, and soon, from far behind, came its song.

This time, it was likely that I had really left. I wiped off the cold sweat on my forehead and leaned against the wall as I stood up, breathing rapidly.

At this moment, my phone rang. I picked it up and saw that it was a message sent by Mr. Liu. However, it was just a smiley face. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Haha, you can still reply, which means you didn't fall for it." He sent a message.

"Of course, I have great luck." I replied snappily.

"Alright, cut the crap. Let's go." "No," he said.

I took a deep breath and recovered a little from the horrible afterglow of the moment before, and continued on by the light of the flashlight.

It wasn't long before I reached the end of the corridor. There was a turn to the right, but strangely enough, there was a large red costume hanging on the corner. It looked as if a tall man was floating there!

To be honest, ever since I was young, I felt that this thing called a costume was extremely strange. Perhaps, it would be unusual for a costume to appear in such a sinister place.

Fortunately, there was nothing special about this robe. It should only be the owner of the mansion hanging around here.

After turning a corner, he saw a wooden door in front of him that was ajar.

I didn't know what it was like inside the door. I didn't push the door, but told Mr. Liu about it first.

"Door? "Then I think you're on the right track, otherwise it would be a dead end." "No," he said.

I felt a little happy. It seemed that my luck wasn't bad.

Then I pushed open the door, and the scene behind it came into view.

It was a small room, about twenty square meters in size. Strangely enough, there were many jars inside, all covered in red cloth.

I told Mr. Liu about this.

"If you want to know where that head is, it must be in these jars. Look for it." "No," he said.

I was stunned. Put someone's head in a jar. Who would do that?

However, in this case, there was only one possibility, because there was nothing else in the room other than the jar.

Then I walked over to a jar and was about to lift the red cloth when I saw a pattern on the cloth. When I focused my eyes, I realized that the pattern on the cloth looked like a rune drawn by a Daoist, so I couldn't understand what it was.

However, I didn't pay much attention to it and immediately lifted it up. A black aura suddenly came out from the jar, giving me a fright. However, the black aura quickly disappeared into the air.

I didn't pay much attention. I just looked into the jar and saw that it was a decayed head with blank eyes staring straight at me. I quickly took half a step back.

Then I immediately sent a message to Mr. Liu saying that I had found my head and asked him if he should take it away directly.

"So fast?" "What does this head look like?" He was a little surprised.

"It's almost rotten, I can't see clearly." I replied.

"That's definitely not the ghost's head." "No," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it didn't die for long. With the weather right now and the place in the basement, it wouldn't rot so soon. His brain should be fresh." "No," he said.

Fresh!

This description...

However, what he said made some sense. That ghost probably died in the hotel when it was alive, otherwise, it wouldn't be there. Otherwise, someone would have exposed the location of the ghost.

However, if it wasn't for that ghost's head, wouldn't all these jars be filled with heads?