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Chapter 20 Weird Atmosphere

At around 10 o'clock on Friday night, the weather was a bit gloomy. After selling a Ming Dynasty jade pendant for 15,000 yuan, Qiuhan withdrew his stall and went home. After delivering the deposit for the house, Qiuhan once again had no savings, but the sales of antiques were indeed very good, especially Qiuhan was eager to pay all the houses, so Qiuhan specially added some orders. At the same time, the news of an ancient and modern grocery store in L City was gradually spreading in the circle of L City. Occasionally, professional antiques personnel came to Qiuhan's stall to buy some small items. Of course, in order to meet this demand, Qiuhan also increased the number of genuine products on the stall.

The uphill of Dashan Village does not shake, but the tricycle still makes a buzzing sound of motors. Today, the weather is particularly gloomy, and the stars and moons are hidden in the darkness. It is not too late, but the entire Dashan Village is completely shrouded in a quiet darkness, and the motor sound is particularly abrupt.

Qiu Han couldn't help but raise his vigilance, "Reasonablely, although the nightlife in the rural areas has not reached the level of prosperity in big cities, it is just 11 o'clock in the evening, and there is no light in the entire village except for the dim street lights, but it looks very strange."

The slope did not shake but went deep into the deepest part of the village. Qiu Han rode his bike slowly up the slope. At this moment, a low sound of the pipa suddenly came from the quiet darkness.

The tune of the Pipa song is melodious and low, exuding deep sorrow. It seems to be repentance in the flow. The open Pandora's box is constantly intertwined with sorrow, melancholy, hatred, and hatred. All kinds of emotions turn into a bloody wind that swept the world of autumn cold.

With the sacred and the moon flows,

Holding your eyebrows and eyes with resentment.

Clouds, water, mist,

A piece of love is long,

Who will defile your worries?

Holding hands and shadows, low melancholy,

In the moment of beauty.

The dream of the empty ruins,

A sigh,

All the resentment of the world!

The tune is intoxicating and confusing, but the sound of the tricycle "da da da" easily breaks the beautiful artistic conception created by the pipa song. He glanced around alertly, and the intimate smile on his face gradually disappeared, and a hint of coldness quietly appeared on the corner of his eyebrows.

The eternal tune surrounds the quiet night, with no source or direction, as if it comes from the sky, as if it comes from hell, mixed with the uninterrupted "da da da" sound, Qiu Han drove towards the depths of the darkness expressionlessly. As the house gets closer, the tune in the night becomes more and more sad and melancholy.

"Crack", Qiu Han used the key to open the big lock on the iron door. The entire architectural style house in the Republic of China completely fell into a darkness. If Qiu Han hadn't been sure that his house was not far away, he would never believe that a huge building could be hidden in the darkness in front of him. The bone-thrusting darkness was like a monster with a big mouth, swallowing all the light and waiting for Qiu Han sheep to enter the tiger's mouth. At this moment, Qiu Han's indifference was heavier, and he quietly took out the three-eyed gun hidden at the bottom of the tricycle, and then drove into the darkness without hesitation.

The door behind him was closed with a bang.

The pipa song around suddenly increased, and the illusion suddenly appeared. A woman with a white shirt hanging down her head and resentful appeared in front of Qiu Han's eyes. Her weak back couldn't help but make people feel pity, but the hallucination broke after only a moment of persistence. Qiu Han's cold eyes were clear, and his eyes turned into swords and looked directly at a white shadow that appeared in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor. The moment he saw the white shadow, Qiu Han's figure suddenly started and ran towards the second floor along the road in memory. The three-eyed gun in his hand had been filled with **, and ** had been loaded. In a few seconds, Qiu Han appeared in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window on the second floor.

"Who are you?" Qiu Han pointed at the white shadow, which was only one meter away from him, with a three-eyed gun.

The pipa song around suddenly stopped, and the white shadow in front of him was very soft and surprised: "Can you see me? Are you a wizard, a Taoist priest or?"

"Stand there and don't move." Qiu Hanli shouted.

Bai Ying did not stop and approached Qiu Han curiously. Qiu Han looked at Bai Ying constantly, and his scrutiny glanced past Bai Ying's feet suspended in the air and then shot without hesitation. A fire suddenly burst out from the muzzle, and the sparks quickly passed through Bai Ying in front of him.

A shrill scream: "What the hell."

After firing the gun, Qiu Han quickly stepped back and filled the three-eyed gun in his hand again, pointed at Bai Ying again and asked in a cold voice: "What the hell are you?"

The white shadow in front of him suddenly started to cry, and his crying was sad and sad: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm not a bad person."

Qiu Han had no chance to explain to Bai Ying. With a "bang", the three-eyed gun in his hand opened fire again without hesitation. Mars passed through Bai Ying and made a squealing sound. Bai Ying screamed again. However, in the shrill scream, Qiu Han had not yet rushed to replace the ** in the gun. Bai Ying rushed towards Qiu Han with a cold feeling. At the critical moment, the three-eyed gun in Qiu Han's hand rotated and turned into a hot wheel to block Bai Ying. However, Bai Ying did not pause at all and rushed towards Qiu Han through the defense turned into a defense turned into a rushing towards Qiu Han.

Qiu Han's reaction was very fast. The moment Bai Ying rushed over the defense, he rolled to one side, but Qiu Han was fast and Bai Ying was faster. Qiu Han, who had just rolled to the ground, felt a heavy feeling coming from his left arm, and then Yin Han slapped, enduring the heavy weight of his shoulders, rolling and rolling. Qiu Han jumped up and ran out the door without hesitation. While running, he did not forget to change the three-eyed gun in his hand.

With a "bang", Qiu Han shot another shot at Bai Ying, who had blocked the road. A shrill wailing sound came again, but Bai Ying did not dodge but rushed straight towards Qiu Han through the gun fire. The evil wind hit, Qiu Han could not be forced to retreat. The ghost shadow wrapped Qiu Han's single leg without any hesitation. In just a moment, Qiu Han felt that his legs were filled with lead, even with his tenacity, he still lost most of his ability to move.

Dragging his gradually heavier arms and legs, Qiu Han barely retreated to the corner with a musket. He finally knew why the Mansion of the Republic of China in front of him was sold at such a low price. He just saw the truth clearly and was afraid that he would die again today. With stubborn indifference, Qiu Han asked: "What the hell are you?"

"People nowadays are as naive as you. It's obvious that I'm a ghost." Bai Ying said as she wandered around the air as if she was proof.

Qiu Han fell into silence after hearing this, especially as Bai Ying rotated, the charred black caused by the three-eyed gun on Bai Ying's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Are you surprised to see the scars you left on me slowly recovering? How could it be? I haven't met a man as brave and resourceful as you, but you men are still so good at disguising and ruthless. But now the facts have proved that you can't cause any substantial harm to me, and you fall into my hands, so hahaha."

Qiu Han sat there staring at Bai Ying, as if he wanted to find something out from it to deny Bai Ying's statement, but the fact disappointed him. There was no strange place around Bai Ying. It was like this that it was suspended in the air against gravity, and the pain from the arms and legs was so real.

Qiu Han had to accept the facts, and the white shadow in front of him was a ghost.
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