C9 Crying

Under normal circumstances, how could there be wind in the room? I turned my head to look at Aunt Guihua, only to see her body swaying unsteadily before collapsing. When everyone saw that the wind had stopped blowing, they hurriedly came to help. Everyone, let me help Auntie Gui Hua up with one hand and send her to the east room, because that's the bedroom. I stood by the table and looked at them. Firstly, my forehead was itching even more, and secondly, I was still thinking about the look in Aunt Gui Hua's eyes just now.

Glass quickly stepped forward and pulled the curtain aside. Before anyone could help Aunt Guihua in, suddenly, Glass's expression changed and she quickly pulled the curtain shut again. Then she pushed the curtain shut and pushed the curtain shut, causing everyone to be unable to keep their balance.

Laifu's uncle jumped up in anger. His eyes were red as he pointed at the glass and cursed, "What are you trying to do?!" Blue veins could be seen on his forehead. It was obvious that he was angry, and was about to hit him. I think it might have something to do with alcohol, because Uncle Fu had been very respectful to people in the city like glass, especially since the glass had helped him. But now, he couldn't control himself. On one hand, it meant that his relationship with Aunt Gui Hua was very deep, and on the other hand, he drank too much. If there was a reason, it was because I offended Aunt Gui Hua just now.

His father was still relatively calm, standing between the glass and Laifu. He asked, "What's going on?"

Glass's face turned ugly, he hurriedly left the curtain and stuttered as he said in a low voice, "Inside..." There's someone inside. "

There was someone inside? The glass was not loud, but I could hear it clearly. There was someone inside. Who was it? Originally, this house only had me, Glass, my dad, Laifu Uncle, and Laifu Uncle. Including Aunt Guihua, there were only six people. Where did the seventh person come from? Laifu and Laifu seemed to have heard it as well. They looked at each other and then at the glass, waiting for the next words from the glass, waiting for the glass to tell them who the person was.

The glass was silent for a moment, then suddenly, as if understanding something, came over to me and whispered, "It's over. I leaked the old lady."

The few of them definitely couldn't understand this sentence, but I could understand it. Because when we went up the mountain, the old lady had been following us. When we came back, we didn't know if she had followed us yet. So when the glass was nailed to the six mahogany wedges, it hadn't even occurred to him that the old lady was on the poplar tree, but now it was certain that the old woman was the one who had slipped through the net.

I asked the old woman what she was doing. Glass said that the old lady was sitting in the middle of the eastern room, and when she saw him pull back the curtain, she glared at him as if she were angry. I thought that was understandable. The glass had left the little boy and Cao in a circle on the poplar tree, and it would be strange if I didn't hate him.

"What should we do?" the glass asked.

I pointed to the shoulder bag on the window, and the glass immediately understood. I quickly took out the golden Buddha and handed it to me. I pointed to the east room, indicating that I should bring the golden Buddha over to take a look.

I shook my head.

There was nothing else he could do, so he could only hold the golden Buddha up close to the curtain step by step. The others didn't know who was in the room, but they knew it was definitely not a good thing. Seeing that the glass was getting closer and closer to the curtain, they all held their breath, not daring to speak. At this moment, the white poplar trees outside began to whoosh again, seemingly filled with heart-wrenching cries.

The glass approached the curtain, took a deep breath, and held the golden Buddha in his right hand. His left hand slowly held the edge of the curtain, but he was too nervous to open it. I couldn't help but sweat for him. At the same time, I quickly thought through the situation and prepared myself. Uncle Fu, on the other hand, supported Aunt Gui Hua and slowly retreated two steps back. At this point, my heart is in my throat, I can feel it almost every time it pumps blood.

The glass began to move, and he threw the curtain aside. He threw the golden Buddha inside, and with his other hand, he closed the curtain again. Then, he hurriedly took two steps back.

I was stunned for a moment. I had thought of countless scenarios and countermeasures, but I never expected that the glass would have such a move.

"Pa!" "Gu! Dong!"

"Young man, you seem to have hit my TV!"

"Don't talk!" "Listen inside!"

After a while, there was still no sound from the inside. My forehead was a little better. It wasn't as itchy as before, but the two scars on my forehead were still bulging and didn't go away.

After a while, his father could not bear to watch any longer. He walked to the curtain and lifted it up. It was too late for me to dissuade her.

The room was not big. There was a lesser incandescent light on, and the room was empty.

Dad stuck his head in and said, "It's scary, scary. "Young lad, you must have had too much to drink!"

Hearing his father's words, Uncle Laifu seemed to be willing to admit that he had seen things through the glass, so he and Uncle Laifu put Aunt Guihua on the bed for her to rest. I look down at the glass in disdain. It's a pain in the ass to want to play this kind of game for such a small amount of time.

Seeing that nothing had happened, Glass went into the house to look for his Golden Buddha. I think you still have the nerve to look for what your grandfather passed on to you. You can just throw it away at will. The strange thing was that Glass lay on the ground and tilted her head as she searched for a long time, but she couldn't find it.

I said forget it, I'll look for it tomorrow morning. He said no, he did not feel guilty like that Golden Buddha. Dad and they went back to the table and opened another bottle of wine. I said I didn't want to bother with you. Actually, going out to get some fresh air was a fake. I wanted to see if the white poplar tree had changed after being hit by the glass six peach wood wedges.

It was almost eleven o'clock. I stood in the middle of the courtyard and looked up at the sky. I couldn't see the stars in the sky.

At this moment, my cell phone rang. I saw that it was Lu Siran.

"It's Si Ran. Why aren't you sleeping?" I asked.

"You have no conscience. You don't even know how to call me." Lu Si Ran roared.

"I'm busy."

"Busy? Who would believe — "Suddenly, Lu Si Ran stopped talking.

"Hey, hey, hey. Why aren't you saying anything?"

"What was that noise over there?" Lu Si Ran asked.

"Sound? What's that sound? " I looked around, and there was silence. "What's that sound?"

"It feels like a woman is crying." Lu Si Ran said, "Quickly tell me, which woman did you bully this time?"

"You're crazy!" I hung up the phone quickly and switched off the battery, because I also had a vague feeling that someone was crying. It was coming from the northwest corner of the yard.

The northwest corner of the courtyard was where the poplar trees were planted. Lu Si Ran said that there were women crying. Having women crying in the middle of the night really made one's hair stand on ends. Although the yard was completely covered by the dense leaves of the poplar tree, so that the stars couldn't be seen, because of the 100 watt bulb hanging in front of the door, the situation inside the yard could still be clearly seen. I stared at the northwest corner for a while, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. I closed my eyes again and listened. There was a real whining sound, but it was very quiet and intermittent. However, every time there was a whining sound, the branches of the tree would tremble as if they were being blown by the wind. Thus, if he didn't carefully analyze it, he wouldn't be able to hear it. However, why could Lu Si Ran hear him? Could it be that the crying sound resonated with the electromagnetic waves on his phone, allowing him to hear it more clearly?

I took a few more steps forward to hear better, but there was no sound. I had to go back into the house, when the poplar trees began to rustle again. The glass was still there, looking for the Golden Buddha. It was probably too dark for him to find, causing him to sweat profusely.

I said, Glass, come out.

The glass followed me into the yard, and as soon as it stopped, it said, "Fuck, what kind of woman cries in the middle of the night!"

I was stunned. "You heard it too?"

"It's true. Northwest." The glass pointed to the northwest corner. Suddenly, his expression became uneasy, because he had pointed to the poplar tree. Glass slowly turned her head to me and looked at me in surprise. I nodded.

"Call me!" I said as I installed the battery. Seeing that the glass did not react in time, I added, "What are you blanking out for? Call me on my cell phone!"

When I picked up the phone and heard this, I thought it would be great if I didn't hear it. Hearing this made me feel a chill down my spine and my head went dizzy. There was indeed a woman crying on the phone. It was an elderly woman. Because she was short on anger, one could guess that it was the old lady. If so, it was not impossible for the glass to see the old lady in the house, since she was not locked in the poplar tree. The old lady's cry was very clear and miserable. It was the kind of cry that made one gasp for breath while saying something at the same time. After listening for a while, I still couldn't get a clue. I could only hear "Fifth Brother" and "Good grandson" in a mess. Needless to say, Ol 'Five was referring to Ol' Five. My good grandson should be that little boy, could that little boy be her grandson?

Glass saw the change in my expression and quickly went to answer the phone. Then the crying stopped and I hung up. At this moment, the incandescent lamp in the yard suddenly flickered a few times and then went out. The courtyard was suddenly plunged into darkness, as if someone had turned it upside down and isolated it from the world. My first thought was that the tungsten wire had been burnt off, but when I looked back, it was dark inside the house. Laifu and the others were all talking about how the power had been cut off. If this had happened ten years ago, it would have been easy to understand. Back then, electricity was always off in the countryside, but now the situation was different. Power outages were not something that could be easily encountered. So, my thoughts turned. This is bad, something bad is about to happen.

The poplar trees suddenly started shaking violently. The sizzling sound was louder than before, and my forehead had a feeling that it would always appear before an accident. This made me even more determined that the power outage was going to happen.

"That thing is coming!" I yelled, and with my roar, a gust of wind rushed towards me. I subconsciously dodged to the side and shouted, "Watch out, Glass!" Because the glass was less than two meters behind me, I was afraid the fool wouldn't be able to avoid it.

There was no sound from the glass, and everything was quiet again, as if nothing had happened. But as I thought about it, I saw a faint blue-green light suddenly appear on the western wall, floating in the air along the wall, accompanied by light footsteps.

I turned on the screen, but all I could see was a shadow moving back and forth. After a while, the light went out, but soon it lit up again, continuing to float around, giving people goosebumps.

"Glass, look at what that is!" I asked, but Glass ignored me, and I thought the dandy must have been scared silly again. As for the Ghost Blows out the lamp, I have read about it in books. It means that the Ghost Blows out the lamp, and the lamp becomes brighter and brighter, and can reach the height of half a person. But I've never heard of ghost lighting before, and it's still blue-green, even more incredible.

However, the situation did not allow me to continue thinking about it, because the ball of fire was quickly approaching me. My forehead seemed to be itching to the point that I could not help but scratch it. At this moment, my back lit up, and I immediately saw through the light behind me. It turned out that the glass was holding up the phone and was running towards me. It seemed like the blue-green flame was coming from the glass phone, because I could only see the light from the phone in the dark, but not the glass, so I felt that the flame was floating. My heart that was hanging in my throat finally dropped to the ground. I started to scratch my forehead with all my might while reprimanding him, "Why the f * ck are you running around randomly? You want to scare me to death?"

"Jiro, be careful..." "Glass!" From the sound of it, it sounded like his father!

I jerked my head up. The glass was already right in front of me. Without saying a word, it raised its right arm and waved at me. I didn't have time to see what was in the glass's hand. When I looked back at the glass, I saw his face again, and for a moment I saw that the glass's eyes were wide open and its teeth were chattering, and its face was deformed, for one reason only, that he had been struck in the upper part of his body. I was very close to him, so I wasn't afraid of him in close combat. Furthermore, I had already prepared well for this round. When I saw him swing his arm again, I raised my hand to block the arm. At the same time, I raised my knee to meet his lower abdomen. My lower abdomen was struck, so naturally, my body had to bend forward a little. Don't blame me for the glass this time, I thought. Who told you to get on my back? I bent down, then jumped to my feet and punched the glass hard in the jaw with my right hand.

'Bang! 'the glass window was pushed back. At the same time, something fell out of the window and onto the ground. I looked down and was startled. It was half a brick! To be able to find a weapon even with his upper body, what a bizarre talk.

Glass, glass, you son of a bitch, I almost lost my life in your hands today.