The atmosphere in the ancestral hall became increasingly heavy.

The old man's eyes widened as he looked at him.

It seemed like he was about to stare down his eyes.

Yun Song asked coldly: "Old man, what are you going to do?"

The old man suddenly knelt down: "Master Ninth, calm down, Master Ninth, please don't kill me!"

When Yun Song saw that he didn't look like he was possessed by an evil spirit or a demon, he stretched out his hand and pushed himself to the ground, turned over and jumped up.

He frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

The old man trembled and said, "I, I, I beg for mercy from Master Ninth, please forgive me for my life."

Yun Song asked: "No, what do you mean when I ask you this? Why do you want to beg me for mercy? What have you done to regret me?"

The old man said with a sad face: "I woke you up at night, but I can't hold it in anymore. I've been holding it in for a while and I can't hold it in anymore!"

Yun Song didn't know what to say for a moment.

I bet this old man went to the toilet very carefully just now. Was he staring at me because he was afraid of waking him up?

He asked the old man, who nodded: "Yes, because the trustworthy boy told me tonight that Mr. Ninth, you have a bad temper, and asked me not to anger you, otherwise I will die."

"But Master, I can't help it. I'm getting old, and the thing in my crotch doesn't care anymore. I have to get up and run to the latrine three or four times a night. I just..."

"Okay, don't explain." Yun Song said weakly, "If you need to go to the bathroom, just go to the bathroom. It's okay. The outside world has demonized me. How could I be so cruel and unreasonable?"

The old man bowed repeatedly and said thanks before going out.

As his footsteps fade away.

Silence returned to the ancestral hall.

There was only the sound of Abao and Linghu Yu breathing soundly in their sleep.

Yunsong sighed and prepared to lie down.

Suddenly something feels wrong!

It’s too quiet inside this ancestral hall!

What about that little girl?

Why is there no sound?

The conversation he had with the old man just now was quite loud. No matter how deeply the little girl slept, she would be woken up, right? Why was there no movement?

He looked warily at a wooden bed in the corner.

The little girl was sleeping on the wooden bed.

There is no one now.

There was only one set of clothes left on the bed.

This set of clothes was spread out on the bed, like a piece of human skin lying on it.

The little girl is missing!

Yunsong kicked Abao on the butt: "Sleep, sleep, sleep, when the hell are you still sleeping? Get up quickly and get up to work!"

Po was so angry that he suddenly woke up and got up, baring his teeth and claws.

Yunsong pointed a gun at it.

Then its wake-up energy quickly dissipated.

Yunsong pointed to the wooden bed in the corner and shouted angrily: "Where is that girl? Go find her quickly! Go smell her clothes and find her!"

Abao was about to run away when the little girl's voice sounded timidly: "Master Ninth, don't get angry, I'm here."

Linghu Yun rushed forward and lifted up the drooped sheets. The little girl hid under the bed in fear.

Abao lay down and looked at her, then stood up and looked at the wooden bed.

It tilted its head and showed a thoughtful expression: The bed is very comfortable to sleep on, but this girl doesn’t like the bed, A Bao likes the bed, A Bao doesn’t have a bed, and this girl doesn’t want her bed anymore——

The logic is self-consistent!

This bed belongs to Po!

It happily put its front paws on the head of the bed, then lay down on it and kicked its hind legs up, grunting and trying hard to climb onto the bed, ready to continue dreaming.

Yun Song pulled the little girl out and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you hiding here?"

The little girl was so scared that her eyes were filled with tears:

"Yes, my mother and father, my mother and father, let me sleep under the bed. They asked me to put my clothes on the bed, put them on the bed, so that if a ghost comes to me and wants to harm me, then I can use my clothes to ward off disaster!

"

Yun Song was confused by the old man and the little girl.

Are you two here to play with me tonight?

He asked: "Then when did you come down, and why didn't you even make the sound of breathing just now?"

The little girl said: "I waited for you to fall asleep and then quietly came down. Uncle Shouxin said not to disturb Master Ninth, so I got in little by little. Then you were talking to Master Eight just now, and I didn't dare to come out.

Make a sound, breathe very carefully..."

"Stop talking, I'm not a ghost, why are you so afraid of me?" Yun Song was helpless.

As soon as he finished speaking, Linghu Yun lay on the ground, stretched out his legs, stared and stuck out his tongue.

Grass.

Pretending to be dead again!

At the same time, the sound of pushing the door sounded: "Creak, creak!"

Yunsong turned around suddenly.

The old man came back after using the toilet.

The old man apologized and said with a smile: "Young Master Ninth, you didn't go to sleep again? I'm really sorry for waking you up..."

"It's okay." Yun Song waved his hands with a smile.

He pointed to the bed and whispered to the little girl: "Get in and don't come out."

The little girl immediately got under the bed.

Yunsong returned to his bed and sat down.

At this time, the old man also returned to his bed.

He bent down and packed up the bedding, getting ready to continue sleeping soundly.

So Yun Song saw his back.

There is a paper man stuck on his back.

A big paper man made from paper cuts!

The shape of this paper man is almost exactly the same as that of the old man, just like a miniature version of him.

It was attached to the old man's back, and it was so white that it made people feel chilling.

What's even more chilling is its face.

It has facial features.

The facial features are not painted on but grown out.

Yun Song saw it, and it also saw Yun Song.

Then its eyes moved, and both eyes glanced sideways, as if looking sideways at Yunsong.

Then the corner of its mouth twisted, revealing a malicious smile.

Yunsong felt that the night in this ancestral hall suddenly became darker.

The moonlight is no longer bright.

Instead it becomes blurry.

Moreover, the moonlight was distorted and blurry, making him feel a little drowsy.

What a monster!

Yun Song suddenly thought about Yaya and Yuanyuan he saw in Tai Sui Ye's dream that night. The look of the two of them at that time lifted his spirits!

This paper man can confuse people!

He was briefly caught in a dilemma: on the one hand, he had to see what the paper man was up to, and on the other hand, he was not sure whether he could save the old man once the paper man attacked him.

Not to be missed.

Yunsong didn't dare to hesitate too much, otherwise he would lose if he hesitated!

He decisively lay down and pretended to sleep.

Things in Changqiao Village were too weird, so he had to wait and see. He could only aggrieve the old man.

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The old man soon fell into a deep sleep.

After a while he started talking.

"Meet the Great Immortal."

"Reporting to the Immortal, my disciple's wish is to live another twenty years - no, live another hundred years."

"Reporting to the Immortal, my disciple is poor and has no money."

"The Great Immortal is right, disciples should make money first, as long as they make money."
To be continued...