Linghu Zhi said: "How about we light two more candles or something to make it brighter, so that we can see something approaching."

"This is the only lantern in the room. How about I go look for other lanterns?"

Linghu Zhi said: "No need, I seem to see a few candles in the cabinet over there, let's just use that one."

As he spoke, he opened the cupboard door, took out two wax candles, lit them, and placed one on both ends of the table. The light in the room finally became much brighter.

Linghu Zhi said: "See, there is nothing."

Chuncan sat down again and continued copying with a pen, but just after she copied for a while, she felt something touch her forehead again, gently but very clearly.

She was so frightened that she leaned back and looked up, but there was nothing. She was really scared now, because this time she clearly felt that something was touching her forehead.

She immediately said to Linghu Zhi: "How about you come over here and sit down and feel it?"

Linghu Zhi rolled her eyes at her, sat down on her seat, and started writing. Linghu Zhi almost finished writing an article, but nothing happened.

Linghu Zhi said to her: "Did you see it? Nothing happened. You are really suspicious."

Just as he said this, he suddenly heard someone knocking softly on the door, and Chuncan asked: "Who is it?"

He didn't say anything outside, but still knocked twice tremblingly.

Chuncan said: "Whether it's Fei Wudan or Fei Wutong, I'm warning you two, don't make trouble. If you dare to deliberately scare us, I'll beat you up later."

There was still no answer from outside, but someone knocked twice more on the door.

Chuncan was very angry. She immediately stood up and walked to the door. She opened the door and was about to curse when she suddenly found an old lady standing at the door.

The old lady was holding several clothes in her hand, including red, yellow, blue and other colors.

She grinned, her mouth almost toothless, her face full of wrinkles, and said to Chuncan: "Girl, do you want a red dress? My red dress looks great."

Chuncan rolled her eyes angrily and said, "You old man is really interesting. You sell skirts in the middle of the night. You won't come during the day. It affects people's rest and scares them to death."

But the old woman still grinned and said, "Girl, do you want a red dress? My dress is very pretty."

"No, go quickly."

Chuncan closed the door without ceremony, sat back at the table, picked up a pen and started writing.

Linghu Zhi suddenly felt something was wrong, and lowered her voice and said to Chun Qian: "Don't you think it's strange?"

"What's weird?"

"This old woman can speak Chinese, and she speaks Chinese very well. She doesn't have any dialect accent. She should be Han. But didn't Balu say that, except for a few of them, the rest of the people in this village basically don't know Chinese.

Then where did this old woman come from?"

When Chuncan heard this, she immediately became nervous and said, "Yes, do you remember? Fei Wudan and Fei Wutong said that they met the woman named Yueya, and they also spoke in Chinese. The woman dug herbs and went back

He fell to his death at the foot of a cliff on the road. Is it possible that this old woman is not alive?"

"Then have you looked at her feet to see if there is any shadow?"

"I didn't watch it, what about you, did you watch it?"

"Me neither, we have to pay attention next time she comes."

"Next time, if you expect her to come back next time, it will scare you to death."

Just as he said this, he heard another knock on the door. The two looked at each other in fright, and Chuncan raised her voice and said, "Who is it?"

There was still no answer from outside the door. Linghu Zhi boldly said to Chun Can: "Go and have a look."

Chuncan bravely walked to the door, opened the door and saw that it was the old woman again, holding a colorful skirt in her hand.

She held up a red skirt in her hand, grinned toothlessly, and asked, "Girl, my red skirt is so beautiful. Do you want a red skirt?"

Chuncan lowered her head and looked under her body. The light from behind shone over her body, and she could clearly see shadows under her body.

Chuncan glared and said: "Old man, if you come here in the middle of the night to scare people, you will scare them to death. Do you understand? Don't come out again. What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Linghu Zhi also came over and said, "Yeah, it's better to go home. If you want to do business, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning. It's not convenient in the middle of the night."

After saying that, they closed the door, and the two of them sat down to write again. Finally, they both wrote the last few sentences of the article, and it was about to be finished. At this moment, someone knocked on the door again.

Chuncan was really upset, so she rushed over and opened the door and saw that it was the woman holding a red skirt in her hand and said, "Girl, my red skirt is so beautiful, do you want one?"

Chuncan said angrily: "No, no, I told you I don't want it. Are you bothered? Just stop bothering me, okay?"

With that said, he closed the door with a clang and bolted it.

Linghu Zhi held the pen and looked at her blankly. Chuncan came over and said, "What's wrong?"

"Her feet are not standing on the ground, they are hanging in the air."

Chuncan's scalp suddenly became numb and she said urgently: "Don't scare me."

"Who scared you? What I said is true. Her whole body is hanging in the air."

"Then what should we do? Let's talk to Mr. Linghu and the others quickly."

Before they could open the door, the door trembled again. They were so frightened that they hugged each other. Chuncan, who was older after all, said loudly: "Go away, don't scare us."

Someone said: "Girl, it's me, I'm the cook."

There is a thirty-year-old woman in their inspection department who is a Han Chinese who specializes in cooking and has been cooking here for many years.

After hearing this, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to open the door. Sure enough, it was Chef Gao.

They pulled Chef Gao in and said, "It's so good of you to come. We were almost scared to death."

"What's wrong?"

"There was an old lady who brought some skirts for sale. She was holding a red skirt and asked us if we wanted any skirts. At first I thought she was from the village, but later I found out that she not only spoke Chinese, but also

Her feet are hanging in the air and not on the ground, so it turns out she is a ghost."

When Chef Gao heard this, her expression changed. She immediately waved her hand and said, "You must not say that word in the middle of the night. Just say it is dirty. It will be better this way."

"Dirty thing, what should we do? Do you want to call the three of them?"

Chef Gao shook her head and said: "Don't worry, I'll deal with it later, if she comes again. I originally said I would come over and ask you if you wanted any late-night snacks. I just saw that the lights in your room were still on.

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"Yes, we are copying articles, where are they?"

"The two young masters have gone to bed, but Mr. Linghu is still reading in the room. I asked him, and he said he didn't want to eat. I'm here to ask you again. I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing. How about I

Go talk to Mr. Linghu."

Linghu Zhi quickly waved her hands and said: "No, bother my dad with this kind of thing. He will definitely be angry and think I'm making a fuss. It would be nice to have you here as my companion. Otherwise, you can live here with us. Anyway, it's money."

The shopkeeper's bed is empty."

Chef Gao nodded and said, "Okay, it's okay. I'll keep you company while you write your own."

Chef Gao agreed to stay as a companion, and both of them were very happy. They were both scared at this time, and one more person would give them more courage.

So Chuncan and Linghu Zhi sat down and continued writing. As they were writing, Chuncan felt something touch her forehead again.

She screamed in fright, and Chef Gao quickly asked her: "What's wrong?"

Chuncan covered her forehead, pointed upward in horror and said: "I feel like something touched my forehead. I was sitting there in front of me, and it touched my neck, twice. I came here.

Sit down and it touched me three more times. It was definitely not an illusion."

When Chef Gao heard this, her expression suddenly changed.

He lowered his voice and said, "Pretend you don't know anything and move the table over, not over there."

The three of them quickly moved the table to one side and sat down, saying to Chuncan: "It's okay now. You can continue writing."

Chuncan continued to write the remaining part, and sure enough, nothing touched her forehead again.

After she finished writing, she put down the pen curiously and asked Chef Gao: "Why can't anything touch me if I move the table here?"

Chef Gao looked up, with a look of horror on her face, and said, "Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow. It's late at night and go to bed first."

Chuncan said oh, and the three of them quickly washed up, washed their feet and went to bed.

I didn't even dare to take out the water for washing my feet. There was a toilet in the house anyway, so I didn't need to go out.

After they lay down each other, they blew out the lamp, because the beds of the three of them were almost touching each other, with their heads touching.

Chuncan still couldn't hold it in anymore, so she pulled the quilt over and covered her head and asked Chef Gao: "Tell me why, why do things keep touching my head?"

Linghu Zhi was on the other side, holding her cheek and looking at her.

Chef Gao also pulled up the quilt and covered all three people's heads.

Then he lowered his voice and said: "Let me tell you, someone died in this room. It was the previous cook, the one before I came here. She hanged herself in this room, where you just put the table.

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"I was her assistant at that time. There were two cooks in total. She was the cook, and I was the one who fetched firewood for cooking and boiling water. As a result, her husband divorced her. She was so angry that she couldn't figure it out, so she hung herself here.

In the house. I remember very clearly that it was hanging on the beam where the table was placed just now. What touched your neck and forehead just now was probably her feet hanging in the air."

Linghu Zhi and Chun Can both screamed and shrank into the quilt. They were not afraid of dead bodies, but they were afraid of ghosts, because dead bodies were visible and tangible, bloody and disgusting, and they knew they were dead.

That's all, but ghosts are ethereal and elusive, so it would be strange not to be afraid. What's more, Chuncan did feel something touching her neck and forehead just now, several times in a row, which happened to be consistent with what Chef Gao said, so the two of them couldn't help but be afraid.

Hiding under the quilt and shivering.
Chapter completed!