The gentleman is knocking on the door

Chapter 3 cheap mouth
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"Let's just walk faster. There will be a place to shelter from the rain when we get to the town. The rain won't last long in this hot day." Milanan said optimistically.

I don't know if it was Mi Congcong's illusion, but she always felt that there was a pair of gloomy eyes staring at her behind her like a shadow, she turned her head several times suddenly, but she didn't see anything.

"Mi Congcong, you, what are you looking at?" Mi Congcong turned his head repeatedly, and Milan Lan was made to feel hairy.

People in this dynasty are very superstitious, especially the Mi family and Mi Zhiqing, a feng shui master. I also became uneasy.

"Nothing?" Mi Congcong replied casually, and then asked, "How far is it to the town?"

Milan Lan looked at her strangely: "Mi Congcong, are you asking me?"

This damn girl used to go to town with her uncle every now and then, but she came to ask her, who hadn't been to town several times a year!

"Isn't it asking you, is it asking a ghost?!"

Mi Congcong gave her a blank stare.

Is it just the two of them here now?

As soon as Mi Congcong finished speaking, a weird "giggle~~" laughter suddenly came from his ears, followed by a faint voice: "Go forward for another quarter of an hour and we will be there~~"

Mi Congcong's scalp went numb for a while, he swallowed, and asked Milan Lan beside him in a trembling voice: "Just now, were you talking?"

Mi Congcong really wanted to slap himself.

Shit!

What is not good to say, but ghosts?

Milan Lan stared and looked around in horror: "Who... who spoke?!"

Milan Lan's words shattered Mi Congcong's last bit of luck, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

If she was not sure whether it was her own illusion just now, she is now very sure that there must be something unclean around them at this time!
But why only she heard that voice, but Milan Lan couldn't hear it?
Could it be that the dirty thing came to find her?
Thinking of this possibility, Mi Congcong almost collapsed.

If it was in her previous life, she would only sneer at the theory of ghosts and gods, but after she experienced such a bizarre incident of being summoned by the wrong soul and wearing it, she couldn't help but believe it!
At this moment, Mi Congcong regretted not asking his uncle for a few amulets for self-defense.

The strange laughter kept coming from all directions, Mi Congcong seemed to be frozen, his feet seemed to be gagged, and he couldn't lift them up.

Milan Lan leaned towards Mi Congcong involuntarily, hugged her arm tightly, her little face was full of horror.

"What is playing tricks there!"

Suddenly, Mi Congcong let out a stern shout.

She is afraid of death, but she is not resigned!
Nima, she has a good temper, even ghosts want to join her, right? !
"You... who are you talking to?" Milan Lan was about to cry, not daring to vent his breath, let alone look around, and simply buried his head in Mi Congcong's armpit, as if he would not be caught The dirt was found.

She didn't hear anything, she didn't see anything... If you are looking for it, you can find Mi Congcong, right!Look for Mi Congcong, not her...

With an ostrich mentality, Milan Lan closed her eyes and trembled while reciting silently.

Obviously, Milan Lan really didn't hear anything.

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the wind howled. Milan Lan hugged Mi Congcong in fright and screamed.

Mi Congcong was not much better, and the courage that he had finally mustered up was struck by the lightning and sent to Java. Her little face was flushed, but she hugged Milan Lan to force herself to calm down.

Judging from the strange laughter just now, this "dirty thing" is not the soul of the original owner, which reassures Mi Congcong; however, she is not sure whether this "dirty thing" has any malicious intentions towards them. If the filthy things that appear and disappear kill them, it will only be a momentary matter, and she dare not let down her vigilance.

Suddenly, Mi Congcong was petrified by the strange scene in front of him.

A dry branch floated up right in front of her, scratching the ground gently.

Mi Congcong felt a chill coming from his back, and stared at the branch with his phoenix eyes as big as copper bells.

Mi Congcong has good eyesight, and the characters are big enough. He can read the characters on the ground with just one glance—don't worry, we will see each other.

What... what do you mean?
Mi Congcong's face was ugly, and he stared at the words on the ground in shock and anger.

As the branch fell back to its original place, the gloomy atmosphere around it dissipated, the strong wind stopped, and it was another sunny day in the blink of an eye.

"Did the dirty things go away?" Milan Lan felt the change of the weather belatedly, and carefully raised his head from Micongcong's armpits.

I heard ghosts are afraid of the sun!

Mi Congcong was relieved only to realize that his legs were weak, and he staggered, almost falling down with Milan Lan.

"what--"

Milan Lan, who was still buried in deep fear, was so frightened that Mi Congcong pulled him and screamed again.

Mi Congcong was already in shock, but when she called him out, he fell to the ground.

Because Milan Lan hugged Mi Congcong's arm tightly, she also fell together, even worse than Mi Congcong's fall.

"Milan Lan, you are really not enough to accomplish anything, and you are more than a failure!" Mi Congcong yelled at Milan Lan angrily, shook off her hand, patted the dirt on his clothes, and angrily followed the only path to the town. direction.

Even if she asked a child to lead her the way, she shouldn't have tripped over this unreasonable Milan Lan!
"Wait for me--"

Milan Lan's heart-piercing exclamation came from behind, and Mi Congcong quickened his pace with a sullen face.

When he comes back from the town, he must ask his uncle for some amulets or things that can ward off evil spirits, and take it with him, Mi Congcong thought to himself as he walked towards the town.

Didn't you say that ghosts only come and go at night?The haunting at noon is too evil!

The weather is like a child's face, it changes as soon as it changes, the rain does not see a drop, the dark clouds part, and the sun is so poisonous that it can dry people out.

I didn't meet many pedestrians on the road at noon. Mi Congcong walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally saw a wooden plaque propped up casually by two wooden pillars. On the plaque were written three large characters— Wushan Town.

"It's here!" Mi Congcong finally showed a smiling face.

"Mi Congcong, can you...can you walk slowly?" Milan Lan was almost exhausted.

When Mi Congcong saw Milan Lan chasing up panting, a trace of surprise flashed in Mi Congcong's eyes.

After walking so far, Milan Lan was almost exhausted, but she didn't feel tired except profusely sweating?
Because he had to go back to the village before dark, Mi Congcong didn't have time to think about it, so he entered Wushan Town full of suspicion.

"The grocery store in the front street sells brown sugar and vinegar, hurry up!" Milan Lan finished speaking, and turned to another street without waiting for Mi Congcong's response.

There are many people on this street, and Milan Lan is not afraid anymore.

After buying brown sugar, she still wants Mi Congcong to buy her meat!

Just as Mi Congcong was about to follow, he heard noises from the street next door, and couldn't help but pause in his footsteps.

(End of this chapter)