C19 Ghost Sigh

I spent the afternoon with the glass, saying a lot of things to enlighten him, of course, for Mrs. Zhao's benefit. When I think about it later, I don't know how, but I remember a lot of things that happened between me and Glass. We skipped classes together, stayed up all night together, and flirted with pretty girls together.

"Damn you, it's so good to be the boss in the city. You don't need to worry about food or clothes, and you can even pick up girls when you're free. Say, come with me here if you're full."

"You're blaming me for being too selfish. If I had come back on the bus myself, why would I have tricked you into sending me back?"

"Glass, you beast, I still haven't found you to settle the matter of you taking pictures of me. Stop pretending to be a fool! Do you believe me when I slap you?"

"Glass, I'm begging you, you have to wake up, or else how am I going to explain this to your parents? You can't do this to me!"

At the end, I couldn't speak anymore and started sobbing.

It was getting dark, and I knew that the night would not be peaceful. I should be prepared for the worst. The reason why I said that was because I had no way to deal with Cao Laowu. I wouldn't do those external skills without the Demonic Repellent Skill. Under such circumstances, I could only take a beating and might even lose my life. The only thing to do was to eat, rest early, and sleep fast, hoping that the dream was real and that I was the judge. Only then would I have a bargaining chip against him.

I ate very little at night and was not in the mood to eat. On the other hand, Glass still ate a lot without a care in the world, as if she was going to finish all the food she had to eat in one go. Mom saw the uneasiness in my heart. She kept saying that if she was still in the same situation as before, she could easily cure Cao Lao Wu without any problems.

I knew Mom was worried about me. She was blaming herself for not being able to do anything. However, I hoped that Mom would not go back to the past. During that period of time, although she possessed power that ordinary people could not fathom, she still lived in a muddled state. Her consciousness was extremely unclear and she was ridiculed from behind the scenes. How could she go back? If that was the case, I would rather take on this disaster myself.

After dinner, I took a shower and went to bed. Originally, my parents had insisted on staying up with me to watch the night through the glass, but I firmly refused. I don't want them involved, and this isn't their war.

The glass lay inside the bed, near the window, and above me was the golden Buddha, which I had glued again, and I knew then that the golden Buddha was only covered with a layer of gold, and that the inside was made of clay. No wonder it broke when it fell. And I slept on the periphery, to keep him from rolling out of bed at night.

It was quiet in the middle of the night, but I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about what had happened in the past two days. Normally, the sound emitted by the fan in the room didn't sound very loud, but tonight, it was especially loud and disturbing. There were two owls on top of a big poplar tree that had been hooting since ten o'clock. To be more accurate, they were not hooting, but laughing. It was very strange and gave people goosebumps. It is not a good sign that owls laugh. We say that as long as owls laugh wherever they are, there will be people who die there. It is not a scientific theory, but I have seen many owls laugh and die when they are young.

This thing doesn't mean that you don't believe it. It's wrong.

I turned it over and over and was about to go to sleep when I heard the glass mouth mumbling, as if it were talking to someone, a lot of things, but I couldn't hear a word of it. I thought, if you can be quiet and I can dream, maybe I'll be able to get this over with. You keep doing this, and we'll all be in trouble.

As I was thinking this, I suddenly let out a sigh in the darkness.

"Sigh …"

My heart skipped a beat and my brain was completely muddled. In an instant, my body was covered in a layer of cold sweat. Ghost sighs. This was Ghost sighs. It was said that no one could ask anything at this time. As long as they answered the question, they would always be pestered.

The word "Ai" was uttered in a very long manner, as if it had been held in place for a very long time. After great effort, it was finally released. However, after the sigh, there was no sound. The entire room became quiet again, except for the sound of the fan. It was as if the sigh had never happened.

I looked back at the glass. He was sleeping soundly and was still grinding his lips. He didn't look abnormal. Was it because he was too nervous and had an illusion?

Thus, I turned around and went back to sleep. After a long time, I suddenly heard a voice from behind me saying, "I want to go home!"

It was an old woman's voice. Old Madame Zhao stuck herself to the glass. Needless to say, she was the one who had said that. Furthermore, the sigh just now must have been made by her.

The ancient people summed up how the devil did things, they were just infatuated, deceived, and scared. The possibility of being obsessed with me was very small, because my life was very hot. Thinking of this, I straightened up like a carp and turned on the light. No matter where you come from, let me see what you look like first.

I thought there was going to be some horrible scene, like missing bodies or monsters. It's a scare, or a variety of beauties or delicacies. It's a lie." But when the lights came on, none of this happened, but at some point the glass sat up, legs bent, hands on knees, head buried in his lap.

"What did you say?" I asked loudly, not bothering to sigh.

Then the glass moved, lifted its head, and looked at me. It was difficult to see through the glass, because the glass eyes were almost entirely black, and the surface of the eyeball was covered with a misty layer that made it look like the eyes of a cataract patient. So it can be inferred that the glass really can't see much right now.

"Ah — I want to go home!" No, it's Mrs. Zhao.

"Alright, I'll take you home. Leave the glass first!"

"We can't leave!" Old Madame Zhao continued my words.

Can't leave? What do you mean? It meant that she wanted to leave now, but she encountered some resistance, so she couldn't escape. So where did this resistance come from? I thought to myself, there are only two kinds of resistance. One is the outside world, and the other is the outside world. I can't possibly know the reason for this, and I think the reason for this is the doing of Cao Laowu, or the special Feng Shui of the southern part of the mountain.

So I asked, "Why can't I leave?"

But then the glass fell back, flopped down in bed, and fell asleep again. I called out a few times, but I didn't wake him.

I left the light on in case anything went wrong with the glass. I lay down to sleep. After who knows how long, I heard a series of howls coming from the direction of the school. It sounded like a wolf howling into the moon. The howls were very long and sharp.

My heart skipped a beat. This was the howl of the fifth brother Cao. This was what he used to call me before he died. Then the owl stopped laughing, presumably flying away, and the dog next door began to bark. But it wasn't the usual type of barking, it was also a high-pitched barking, and from time to time, it would let out a "jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing" sound. The sound that the dog made indicated that it was very anxious right now. The sounds continued for five minutes before they stopped and everything became quiet again.

I secretly rejoiced in my heart. It's good that everything was quiet. Then, unexpectedly, another voice called out, "Zizi, zizi, zizi, zizi", like a fingernail on glass.

Here it comes, I thought. The sound must have come from his hand on the glass of the window. Cao's nails were so long, I can still remember that.

I slowly turned my head to look at the window!

It turned out that a small tree outside the window was blown by the wind, and the branches hit the glass. Because I lived upstairs, I closed all the windows before I went to bed, fearing that something might happen during the night. The height of the window upstairs was not much different from the height of the tree, so the branches and leaves were just able to hit it. It seemed that there was a wind outside, making the night seem even more unpeaceful, which made me feel even more uneasy.

It was a false alarm, but I knew it was coming, so I wasn't sleepy at all. I sat on the bed and bowed my head, wondering what the fifth would look like. Suddenly my heart tightened. No, is there a tree outside my window?

I looked up. It wasn't a branch outside the window, just the shadow of a tree.

The shadow of a tree? How could the shadow of a tree be reflected in my window? It was late at night, and there was no light around. Besides, the light in my room was on, so where did the light from the shadow come from?

As I drew closer to the window, the shadow of the tree did indeed appear on the glass. From the bottom edge of the window, it seemed to stretch all the way down the wall. I leaned my head against the left side of the window and looked down through the glass. I could just make out two people on the ground, one tall and one short, each holding a candle in his left hand. In the blink of an eye, both of us were in the middle position. The person in front of me was holding a candle and looking up. The man seemed to see me, smiled at me, and continued to climb.

I froze, as if a bucket of water had been poured over me from top to bottom. That person was none other than the little boy, Old Madame Zhao's grandson. I had seen him in Uncle Fu's yard before. Needless to say, the last one must be Cao Lao Wu. They wanted to climb into my room through the shadow. A ghost can crawl along a shadow, I've heard that before, but where did that shadow come from?

However, this question was no longer important. What was important now? I quickly took two steps back. For a moment, I was completely confused, and my mind was blank.

But I could not bear to think about it any longer, for a hand had appeared in the window, which meant that the little boy had already come up, and his head was gradually showing up, and in a moment he was completely out of the window, trying to climb into the house, but a part of him disappeared as soon as he came in, until his whole body was gone.

Why is he gone? This is bad, I can still deal with the tangible things, but he suddenly disappeared and I can't see what I'm going to do, I suddenly have no idea what to do. In my panic, I found that there was a hemp rope in front of my eyes. This hemp rope was the same as the one that was tied around Aunt Gui Hua's neck. I quickly took a step back to avoid the rope. But then the rope was gone in a flash, and suddenly it was in front of me again, as if there were an attraction between my neck and the rope, and wherever I was hiding, it would be able to find my position in an instant. At this time, Cao Laowu also crawled in. His face was still full of beard and his clothes were messy. In his hand was the red tasseled gun. He was smiling at me as he walked towards me.

I suddenly thought of Mrs. Zhao, so I shouted, "Zhao Yinglian, I can send you home because I am a judge. But if I die, you'll never be able to go home. "

Just as I said that, the glass started to move and a figure floated out from within. He stood on the ground and used his walking stick to knock on the glass. As he knocked on the glass, the little boy came out. After the little boy appeared, he was led away by the old lady. As he jumped, he smiled at me. Then, he walked over to the wall and climbed into it.

Now, there was only Cao Laowu left. Cao Laowu seemed very angry, holding a gun and stabbing me, but with my skill, I easily dodged every time. Finally, Cao Laowu became angry and shouted while baring his teeth. Following his shout, the entire house seemed to shake. I tried to steady myself by holding on to the bedside table, but my hands felt furry.