Chapter 552

"It's not you?" Mingyu picks her eyebrows.

"Cough." I did not answer, but embarrassed cough, "what, rain and black?"

So obviously, Mingyu said, "I'm watching TV upstairs."

"Oh, come on, little left and little right, let's go up and play." I went upstairs with my little left in my arms. Little right struggled in Mingyu's arms, jumped to the ground and ran up to the second floor happily.

On the second floor, Yu sits on the sofa watching cartoons with Xiaohei in her arms. Seeing this, Xiao Zuo and Xiao you run over and lean on Yu to watch cartoons. There are biscuits baked by Mingyu on the table. Yu looks at his little nephew and niece, pushes the plate of biscuits towards them, and then picks up one of them.

Looking at such a harmonious scene, I laughed, went back to my room, changed my clothes and took a bath. I'm so tired after doing so many things. I have to take a bath and have a good rest.

He changed his clothes, and then soaked himself in the bath. The water was filled with medicine for relaxing tendons and relieving fatigue. Next to it, he also lit a incense burner for nourishing spirit and helping sleep to relieve physical and mental pressure. Two days' work was not as easy as he imagined. His spirit was always in a highly concentrated state, and the loss of spiritual power was almost the same. Although he slept on Bai Ya for a while on the way back But it's not as comfortable as going to bed.

It's really tiring this time. It's OK to have a mess this time. If it wasn't for Deng Ying, oh, it's time to call her Yang Xuan. If it wasn't for her insight and understanding, I'm afraid a fight would be inevitable. It's just that a ghost fairy is not so easy to deal with.

I leaned on the edge of the bath and went to sleep. My spirit suddenly eased down, and my head began to hum. However, it also eased down, and I relaxed after a while.

When I woke up again, I was already lying on the bed, and I was suddenly confused. At that time, I was naked in the bath, and luomingshang was not there. Who fished me out? It can't be Mingyu. She doesn't know even if I soak in the bath.

I looked at my clothes and looked at the sky outside. It seemed to be midnight, but Where's the rain? Don't you usually go to bed by yourself?

"Da La, Da La, Da La, La La La ~" a song came out of the window. It was very light, but it also scared me. No matter who was quiet in the middle of the night, suddenly there was such a howl. It was also very frightening.

After thinking of the song, someone sang a lullaby, "the wind blows, the clouds see the moon, the night dew whispers, listen to the insects, the snow lotus cries, the butterfly is distressed, don't cry, don't mourn, the branches and leaves outside the window rustle, accompany you with the clouds into the snow, the night is deep, the day is cold, watching the white gradually ice."

It's this lullaby again, I unconsciously sing, "the wind blows, the clouds see the moon, the night dew whispers, listen to the insects, the snow lotus cries, the butterfly is distressed, don't cry, don't mourn, the branches and leaves outside the window rustle, accompany you with the clouds into the snow, the night is deep, the day is cold, watching the white gradually ice." Seems to have been familiar with the ballad, gently humming as if already familiar with the heart, gentle melody in this night.

Gradually, the ballad becomes a chorus, and the children's voice is mixed with the girl's unique voice, "flowers in the wind, sleeping in the middle of the moon, half plain face of flowers and moon, water mirror, fairy in the picture, butterflies flying into sleep."

It seems that there is fog outside the window again. The thick fog blocks all the sight. When you look out of the window, you can see white or white. The song comes from the fog, but the fog I pushed the window open, reached out, and got a little bit of fog on my fingertips. It's so cold. I put back my hand and rubbed my fingertips against my belly. Now it's almost June and July. The fog is more like the cold air from ice and snow.

"Snow lotus." I can't help murmuring my name. There's this in that lullaby, and the little girl, who also mentioned the name, is her sister. "Snow lotus cries." Why do you cry?

Singing has been diffuse in the cold fog, as if the fog does not disperse, singing will not stop in general. I'm a little sleepy listening to this lullaby.

In an urban area not far from antique street, some people have heard this lullaby. Some people sleep peacefully in this lullaby, while others are afraid and difficult to sleep.

In a row of duplex villas, there is a small figure walking around. She stops in front of a villa and looks up at the window on the second floor. There was a black mist.

In the bedroom on the second floor, the sleeping woman was resting when she heard a sound of knocking on the window, which made her wake up.

"Who is it?" The woman woke up and looked at the window with the thick curtains.

"Pop, pop, pop." The windows were slapped.

Is there a thief planning to rob from the window?

After a pause, the woman got out of bed, approached the window carefully, stretched out her hand to pull the curtain, hesitated, and suddenly remembered something. I'm on the second floor. Is there a thief going to steal on the second floor?

For a moment, the woman's hair stood up. "Pa pa pa." There was another slap on the window.

The woman was startled. She held the curtain tremblingly, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly opened it. It was dark outside. Just when the woman was going to open the window to see what happened outside."Bang -" a hand with long black nails slapped on the window, and then, blood began to spread on the window, all the way down.

"Ah The woman was startled. Without waiting for her to say anything, her long black hair fell down from the window, and a woman's face full of blood came out.

"Ah - no, don't come to me!" The woman was scared to step back two steps, jumped into the bed, scared to hide in the quilt, shivering, outside the window she heard not songs, but a shrill ghost call.

"No, don't come to me again. I didn't kill you. Don't come to me again!" The woman listened to the wailing of the window and screamed.

The sound of slapping on the window is constant, more and more urgent, more and more tight. Women's spirit is close to collapse, "no, no It's not me. It's not me. Don't come to me. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. "

The clapping stopped all of a sudden. The woman listened to the silence and carefully looked out of the window. There was nothing outside the window. Just when she was relieved, she suddenly felt that something had caught her feet. The woman was shocked and did not dare to look back.