Since this girl is likely to be Song Qing, and it involves her elders, the patriarch of Yangjia Village, before she figured out the truth of the matter and before she figured out the real purpose of Mr. Yang locking Song Qing in the attic, Yang Qiuchi didn't want to make a big deal about this, so he decided not to call anyone else. Even Song Yuner and the guard Nangong Xiong.

Anyway, the Type 77 pistol was tied to his right calf. This thing is even more expert than a master, so it is enough to protect his own safety. Besides, this is the Yang family courtyard, there are no outsiders, the door of the inner house has been locked, and even the servants outside cannot enter, and he did not find any malicious intentions from Mr. Yang and his family towards him.

Yang Qiuchi quickly walked downstairs and came to the entrance of the yard of the small attic. It was strange that the yard door was half open.

Didn’t Mr. Yang say that this little attic has always been locked? Has anyone just been in?

Yang Qiuchi carefully observed the door. Although there was moonlight, it was very dark and could not see clearly.

Be careful. Yang Qiuchi squatted down and looked left and right. There was no movement. He pulled out the Type 77 pistol from his calf, loaded the bullet, and opened the security so that in an emergency, he could fire immediately.

Yang Qiuchi inserted his pistol back into the holster on his calf. He straightened his waist, pushed open the yard door, and walked in.

The yard is covered with blue bricks and grass, and there is no melting white snow left in the shade.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Yang Qiuchi slowly walked through the small yard and climbed the steps.

An iron lock was hung on the door on the first floor of the small attic. Yang Qiuchi picked up the iron lock and looked at it. It was locked. He put down the lock and put his ears on the doors and windows. He listened with his ears on it. There was no sound inside.

At this moment, the low crying sounded again. It was still sobbing, as if it were, and it was silent. The sound came from the attic.

Just when Yang Qiuchi was about to carefully distinguish whether the crying sound was a clay doll Song Qing, the crying sound disappeared.

Yang Qiuchi climbed up the steps and stepped on the stairs. The squeaking sound was particularly harsh in the quiet late night.

When I arrived at the second floor, the attic was the same as the guest room I lived in, and there was also a long corridor with a row of floor window lattices. Yang Qiuchi looked at the window lattices while walking forward along the corridor.

The floor oil paper sealed on the window lattice was already full of holes. Yang Qiuchi was slid into a larger hole. Looking into the room, you could vaguely see beds, tables, chairs, and furniture. But Heigu's deep winter was not really visible.

Yang Qiuchi walked forward a few more steps and saw a door, and it was not locked. He was a little surprised and happy. He pushed it gently and opened the door. The sound was very awkward and penetrated into the bones of a human. From this sound, Yang Qiuchi could tell that it was obvious that no one had pushed the door open for a long time.

The room was quite big and dark, and it was hard to see clearly. Yang Qiuchi stood at the door and shouted: "Clay doll~!" After a while, he shouted: "Qingqing~!"

The sound echoed in the dark and empty room without answering.

Did you hear it wrong? Yang Qiuchi did not rush into the room and continued walking along the corridor. After a moment, he reached the end and did not find the door again.

There is only one door on the entire second floor.

A cold wind blew out from inside, and Yang Qiuchi was a little surprised. How could there be wind in the room? A cold wind blew out from inside, as if someone was lying behind the window and blew at him.

Yang Qiuchi suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned his head suddenly to look at the broken oily paper on the window frame, and it was indeed trembling slightly with the cold wind blowing out from it!

"Who~!" Yang Qiuchi shouted.

The wind suddenly stopped.

There is someone in the room!

"Who~! Come out! Don't pretend to be a fool!" Yang Qiuchi shouted loudly.

No one answered, but he heard a slight chuckling, as if a mischievous little girl had made a very proud prank. The laughter came from behind the window frame.

"Qingqing, is it you?" Yang Qiuchi grabbed the window frame with both hands and shouted.

The laughter became clearer, just behind the window frame.

Yang Qiuchi grabbed the oil paper on the window and tore it up suddenly. With a loud bang, a large piece of window paper was pulled down.

With the bleak moonlight, I saw a woman standing in the room, smiling at me, but I didn't know her.

This woman is very young, with big eyes and a sweet smile.

Could it be that it was a female relative of Mr. Yang who ran in late at night? Isn’t it abrupt? Yang Qiuchi quickly bowed and said, “I’m sorry, I heard that someone is upstairs, so I came up and take a look…”

As soon as he talked about this, Yang Qiuchi suddenly realized something was wrong. Old Master Yang said that no one had lived in this small attic since the concubine was hanged. Where did the woman come from now?

Yang Qiuchi looked up suddenly and the woman was gone!

Now Yang Qiuchi's hair is about to stand up, and he is really a ghost.

Could it be that I was dreaming? Yang Qiuchi grabbed his arm and twisted it hard, causing a severe pain. It was not a dream, it was true!

Is this woman hiding? Go in and take a look.

Yang Qiuchi turned around and was about to walk towards the door, but suddenly stopped again because he saw a white figure standing at the door - no, to be precise, floating at the door, because she had no feet, and under her skirt was empty, and her whole body was half a foot away from the ground, floating in the air!

The woman was looking at her and chuckled.

Yang Qiuchi screamed in fear, and took two steps back. He squatted down and wanted to draw the gun. The ghost cannot be killed with a gun! He has to use spells, but he has no spells!

Suddenly I thought that when my mother was a child, she said when she was telling ghost stories that when she walked on the night, she would encounter strange things, and recite "Namo Saves the Suffering Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva", and make a seal with her hand and the ghosts would disappear.

How can ghost stories be taken seriously? However, now Yang Qiuchi can't think of any other way than take this seriously.

Yang Qiuchi closed his eyes, chanted the spell, formed a magic seal with one hand, shouted loudly, and ran forward.

The laughter stopped abruptly!

Yang Qiuchi opened his eyes and said that the woman was gone. It worked! It seemed that this worked! Yang Qiuchi never believed these things before, but now he was a little skeptical.

With this amulet, Yang Qiuchi suddenly became bolder, formed a magic seal with his hands, and rushed to the door of the room under the bleak moonlight, crossed the threshold and entered the room.

This big room is indeed a living room, with two doors on both sides, both open, and two white door curtains hung on the doors.
Chapter completed!