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He just wanted to see, what exactly is causing this mess in his family, no matter if it was a person or a demon, as long as they were caught by him, they would definitely not have a good ending!

Thinking to this point, Fan Lao San's sleepiness completely disappeared, and he slowly sat up on the bed. He even turned his head to look at Yang Qianyun, who was sleeping soundly, and even let out a snore. Fan Lao San didn't want to wake his wife, so he nimbly got off the bed, put on his shoes, and picked up a small stool from the side of the bed, using it as a weapon as he slowly walked towards the living room.

The sound of footsteps still echoed in the living room. Tick, tap, tap … It was as if a woman was walking in circles in the living room.

Grasping the small stool tightly in his hands, Fan Lao San took a deep breath, put his hand on the handle of the door, gritted his teeth, and fiercely pushed open the door. The moment the door opened, a cold wind blew against him, sending chills all over his body.

He then looked around the room. Under the dim moonlight, he quickly scanned through the hall. However, he didn't see anything. Even the sound of the footsteps had disappeared.

Just as Fan Lao San was puzzled, a bitter sigh suddenly came from the top of his head. This voice seemed to come from another space, ethereal and distant, but filled with resentment, causing one to feel a chill in their heart. Upon hearing this voice, Fan Lao San felt as if his heart had been ruthlessly struck, and his breathing immediately became rapid.

He hurriedly raised his head to look at the source of the voice. When he saw it, he was so frightened that he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

The hair on his head stood up and shuddered. This was the feeling he was experiencing.

Because he saw a very strange scene.

A woman wearing a large red robe was currently hanging from the roof of her house. Her blood-red clothes were so bright that it seemed as if they had just been drenched in blood, and the red feeling was as if blood could drip out at any time. A cold wind blew, and the woman hanging on the house beams swayed with the wind, while the room beams emitted creaking sounds that would cause one's teeth to clench.

Seeing the woman in red hanging from the rafters, Fan Lao San immediately remembered what his wife had told him yesterday morning. She said that she had a dream, and in the dream she had a woman in a blood-red robe hanging from the rafters of her house. So all of this was real, because he had seen it all.

The woman hanging from the ceiling beam swayed, finally moving in front of Fan Lao San.

Fan Lao San was scared silly, standing there not daring to move.

A gust of wind blew again, stirring up the black hair covering the woman's head, revealing her extremely pale face. The woman's eyes were tightly closed, but two streams of blood suddenly flowed out, and she abruptly opened her eyes.

What kind of eyes were those? The malice and resentment within them seemed endless, and when Fan Lao San looked directly into those eyes, his mind went blank and his soul almost flew out of his body.

His body involuntarily shuddered. The hand holding the chair loosened and the chair fell to the ground.

Fan Lao San's teeth chattered nonstop, but he still dared to ask, "You …" "Who are you …"

The woman in red gave Fan Lao San a weird smile and said, "Who I am is not important." The important thing is that your whole family is going to die … "

After saying this, the woman suddenly began to laugh loudly. Her body floated down from the rafters as she charged at the third brother Fan. The third brother Fan cried out in fear as his hands began to struggle wildly.

He could feel that the woman in red had both hands around his neck, and his consciousness had become increasingly faint. Was he about to die?

Just as he lost consciousness, Fan Lao San abruptly opened his eyes.

Only now did Fan Lao San realize that he was still lying on the bed, with the bright moonlight shining in the room, and the floor covered with a layer of silver frost.

His body was drenched in sweat and he was covered in cold sweat.

This was a terrible nightmare.

Fan Lao San took a deep breath, thinking to himself, It's a good thing this was a dream, otherwise I would have died.

He turned his head to look at the sleeping Yang Qianyun. She was sleeping soundly, just like she had just now.

But when Fan Lao San's eyes adapted to the darkness of the room, he discovered that there was something wrong with Yang Qianyun.

Yang Qianyun's hair wasn't that long, and... How could the clothes she wore be red? It was as red as blood.

He clearly remembered that when Yang Qianyun was sleeping, she wasn't wearing this sort of pajamas.

After hesitating for a moment, Fan Lao San placed his hand on Yang Qianyun's shoulder. At this time, Fan Lao San's heart chilled. His body was as cold as ice.

Fan Lao San increased his strength and gave Yang Qianyun a shake. "Qianyun …" "Wake up …"

Yang Qianyun's body slightly moved. She slowly sat up with her back facing him.

Suddenly, Yang Qianyun's body swayed, and her neck emitted the sound of bones rubbing against each other. Yang Qianyun's neck slowly rotated, and fiercely, she did a 180 degree turn, with her head directly hanging on the back of her neck. Soon after, Fan Lao San saw a pair of pale-white, paper-like faces, as well as the blood and tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

This woman wasn't his wife, she … She was the woman hanging on the beam of the house!

Seeing this scene, Fan Lao San completely collapsed. He let out a miserable howl like a pig being butchered, and tumbled down from the bed, landing heavily on the ground.

"Third brother …" Third Brother... "What are you doing? What kind of hysteria are you suffering from in the middle of the night …"

"Don't ah …" Don't ah... "Don't come over here …"

Fan Lao San wildly waved his hands, shouting like a madman.

A pair of hands suddenly grabbed hold of Fan Xian's arms, "Third Bro …" "Wake up and open your eyes. I'm Qiao Yun …"

He was afraid that after opening his eyes, he would see the woman in bright red again. After a while, his mother's voice once again rang in his ears, "Third child, what's wrong with you? You didn't sleep at all at night, so why are you shouting so noisily …"

There was his mother's voice here, so it couldn't be that ghost girl, right? Fan Lao San opened his eyes and saw his wife Yang Qianyun and his mother's anxious faces.