a zombie haunts me

Chapter 301 The Ghost Wife
I feel more and more that this incident is very weird, and it is so weird that people feel a little unbearable.

After a while, I lowered my voice and said to him: "Ah Lang, don't you think this person is not normal at all?"

"No, he's not abnormal, he's doing it for a reason."

As Lang said, he went straight to the window and faced the white curtain beside the window. Suddenly, he opened the curtain abruptly, and the light from outside came in through the window, which hurt my eyes.

I covered it with my hand, and then I saw A Lang standing with his back to the light, his eyes just fell on the computer screen.

"what happened?"

At that moment, I felt that something seemed inappropriate, but why did the angle at which Ah Lang was standing make people panic?
"If I'm not wrong, he sits in this position to write every night, and his wife stands in my position, watching him, and telling him about the world he saw after he died..."

As A Lang said, I heard a soft "squeak" from the door of the room, which sounded very strange in this silent night.

I turned around abruptly, but I didn't see anything scary. Could it be that the wind just blew by?
I didn't have time to think so much, I just felt a layer of goosebumps all over my body. I took a deep breath, but felt that the air I sucked into my lungs was about to freeze.

My mind was empty, as if it had been washed clean by something.

"Why didn't she leave here after her wife died?"

I lowered my voice and said, my throat was as dry as if I had swallowed sand.

"He must have thought of a way to keep his wife's soul. Do you still remember the ghost deed?"

Ah Lang suddenly asked me, making me feel like I was struck by a thunderbolt.

I remember very clearly that if it wasn't for the Soul Judgment Pen, A Lang and I would still have formed a ghost contract.

"You mean he bound his soul to his wife's?"

I remember that A Lang seemed to mention to me before that if the living form a ghost contract, they will be bound together with the dead, and they will not be able to marry again for life.

Unexpectedly, this man loved his wife so deeply that he would rather lock himself here and be with ghosts for her wife.

"If you want to form a bond with a ghost, you must offer incense every day. I think his wife's spiritual tablet should be enshrined in this house."

After Ah Lang finished speaking, I suddenly felt a gust of dark wind blowing, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at me from the corner, which made me feel like a light on my back.

I turned around suddenly, only to find a white shadow flashing past, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Alang..."

At this moment, I had no other choice, so I grabbed A Lang's arm and said to him, "She's right outside!"

However, the next second, A Lang said to me: "No, she is still here."

"what?"

I couldn't believe my ears. Could it be that the female ghost has been staring at me in this room since we first came in?
A Lang didn't answer me again, but pulled open the corner of the curtain in the corner abruptly.

"what……"

After a miserable scream, I only felt a gust of wind blowing by my ears, as if something whizzed past my ears.

Later, I heard Ah Lang's very calm voice, he said: "She escaped."

"It's daytime, and that ghost can come and go freely in the house?"

I felt very weird. When I first arrived near this house, I felt an inexplicable coldness all around.

There are also the horrible white curtains, but the white is transparent and transparent, but we walk in the room, but we don't feel the sunlight, which is really strange.

"She has been dead for three years, and she should have formed a ghost contract right after she died. She accepts offerings every day and absorbs her husband's yang energy. She is no longer an ordinary ghost, but a fierce ghost with certain morals. "

After Ah Lang finished speaking, the expression on his face gradually became serious. After a while, he suddenly squeezed my hand tightly and asked, "Do you know her name?"

I shook my head. Although my husband is a very well-known writer, no information about his wife has ever been exposed. I believe that all of this is done by his husband to protect her.

"Go, find the room where she is enshrined!"

After Ah Lang finished speaking, he quickly took my hand and led me outside.

We searched room by room, but we couldn't find anything until we reached the last room on this floor...

If my sense of direction is correct, it should be the westernmost room.

Some people say that it is unlucky to live in a house facing the west, and the meaning of "returning to the west and returning to the west" is not good. Therefore, most people will not arrange their rooms in the west.

However, when we pushed open the door of the room to the west, what we saw was a woman's bedroom.

At that moment, I was stunned. There was a strong smell of perfume in the air. The clean bed, beautiful dressing table, and cosmetics were all new products on the market. Not only that, the clothes in the closet were neatly folded Well, the women's slippers are placed by the bed.

Suddenly, my eyes fell on the comb on the dressing table, and I vaguely saw that there were some remaining hairs on the comb, long hair, I knew it was a woman's hair...

"His wife has been living in this room."

I lowered my voice and asked, the voice trembling slightly.

"But this is not a place to enshrine his wife."

A Lang said, pulling me outside.

I took a deep breath and tried my best to keep myself calm, but when I left the room just now, I heard a "bang", as if the door was slammed shut.

At that moment, my heart also sank suddenly, but when I turned around, I didn't see anything.

"That female ghost doesn't seem to welcome us very much."

I whispered in A Lang's ear, but A Lang raised the corners of his lips slightly and said to me: "It's not up to her."

"Ah Lang, let's go. Although that female ghost is a fierce ghost, she hasn't done anything harmful."

Besides, they have already formed a ghost contract. If we take away the soul of that female ghost, that man will definitely not be able to live.

"Didn't do anything outrageous?" A Lang suddenly sneered and asked, "How do you know they didn't do anything outrageous?"

But I could only wave my hand and say, "You think, almost none of them have left here, how could they go out and harm people?"

Unexpectedly, A Lang stopped suddenly, and patted my head lightly with his broad palm: "You silly girl, that female ghost can move freely in this house without any restrictions, except accepting In addition to enshrining, you must also absorb enough Yin Qi and Yang Qi."

When Ah Lang said this, I suddenly thought of something: "There is indeed a mountain near here, and there are many lonely graves on it."

"What Gufen provides is yin energy, but what about yang energy? Have you ever thought about where the yang energy comes from?"

I shook my head, this writer almost never contacts with the outside world, even going out to purchase is done by assistants.

Moreover, we have seen his female assistant, and we can't see how much Yang energy that woman has lost, on the contrary, she is quite energetic.

"The yang energy comes from his words..."

A Lang said, slowly lowering his voice, and then added: "He wrote the energy transmitted by his wife into the novel, however, absorbing the yang energy of those readers."

"It's impossible. I've read his novels too. How can I be fine?"

I was a little hesitant and confused, how could words convey yang energy?

"Fool, a little yang energy has no effect on people, but the more people read it, the more he will absorb. Think about it for yourself. During that time chasing books, did you often read them all night without sleeping? When you wake up in the morning, you feel sore and weak, mentally tired?"

A Lang's words made me fall into deep thought for a moment, as if it was true.

"But, isn't that what happens when you stay up all night reading a book?"

I frowned suspiciously, it was hard to imagine that I was sucked away by someone at that time.

"That's not the case. What you see is only the surface. Think about it for yourself. That book is so attractive to you. Do you have to stay up all night to read it?"

My breathing stopped suddenly, that's right, I remember that time, I was obviously free, but I couldn't control myself at all. At that time, I thought it was because this book was too attractive Woolen cloth.

Thinking about it now, I suddenly realized that the words in the book had sucked away my yang energy.

"However, this book has been serialized on many channels. Not only is there an electronic version, but also a paper version. Moreover, the sales volume has always been good. Could it be that those readers have been sucked away?"

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel shuddering. If this is the case, what side effects will it have?
"Readers who have their yang energy sucked out usually don't realize it themselves, but over time, they will experience fatigue, burnout, lack of energy, dizziness, etc., and they won't die because of it, but..."

A Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, which immediately gave me an ominous premonition.

"but what?"

I hurriedly asked, feeling like my heart was about to jump out of my throat.

"Long-term contact with his books will make people start to be depressed and may have suicidal tendencies."

After A Lang's words came to this point, I suddenly thought of the scars on the writer's wrists. The scars of those wrist cuts had obviously been around for a long time, or several years ago.

Could it be that he had been living with depression for several years after his wife's death?
Oh, by the way, Ah Lang said that he was the first person whose yang energy was sucked away!

(End of this chapter)