He is my best friend, and I believe him, so I told him about what happened last night. At that time, he was still young and although he was born with "good skills", he didn't know what was going on. He just decided to go with me to see what was going on at night. (In fact, he was going to live in my house.) I felt much more at ease.

It was almost midnight that night, a whispering sound suddenly came from the back window of the small room where I lived, and then a child's sharp voice drew in a long tone and called me - Wanli-Wanli-Wanli-Wanli-

I subconsciously wanted to agree, and Azhan covered my mouth: "I can't agree, I will die once I agree!"

We gritted our teeth and didn't answer, but the sound kept coming, and later the voice of another sharper little girl was added, and we began to slap my window - Wanli - out - hide and seek!

I was wondering why my parents slept so well and couldn't hear such loud noises. I didn't know where they knew my name from. I just hid in the bed and was frightened. At this time, they might have been annoyed and started to come into the room.

Two small shadows slowly leaped out from the back window, and came in as if they were about to break free from some constraints. They jumped and approached my bed. With the dim moonlight, I saw them.

A man and a woman, at the same age as us, with a faint body and a miserable green face. Because of the poor changes, their facial features were tilted. There was nothing on the girl's face, only a big hole as her mouth, surrounded by big bunches of hair. There was an eye as big as a human fist on the boy's face, looking at me flickeringly. I suddenly understood what was the thing I was peeking at in the cracks in the barren house yesterday!

Their lower limbs couldn't see clearly, and it seemed that there was nothing. In fact, there was nothing. Only half of their bodies were floating in the air, and they were pausing. At first glance, they thought they were jumping over like zombies. Azhan pulled me closer to the bed, but they disappeared. Then I felt the walls become soft and cold, and their "hands" came over to pull me from an unknown direction.

Thousand miles - hide and seek!

Thousand miles - hide and seek!

"Follow them." Azhan said suddenly.

I nodded and agreed. Although I was so scared that I wanted to wet my pants, I was afraid that if I didn’t agree, they would harm my parents. At that time, I didn’t know where the courage came from. I only remembered that one person did things and one person was to be a real man even if he died, so I followed the seductive voice - Wanli - Wanli, and went all the way to the deserted house.

As soon as I entered the deserted house, the door behind me seemed to be rusted and slowly closed automatically.

At this time, the little ghosts called me to stop. On the contrary, two faint ghost fires lit up in the main house that was so decayed that it seemed to collapse at any time. Gradually, the ghost fires got closer and closer. Only then did I see that they were two white paper lanterns with big chants written on them. No one was carrying the lanterns, but they just hanged there, and then a voice said to us-

Come with me!

Unexpectedly, the lantern did not lead us into the room, but walked around the gloomy house to the courtyard behind the house. The weeds there were even more lush, and children like us would almost be submerged when they walked inside. This scared me, and the spirit of a "hero and hero" was wiped out. I felt as if I was locked up in layers of graves, and the more I walked in, I felt more and more breathless as I walked in. I pulled Azhan and found that he was also very scared, but he frowned stubbornly, looking unwilling to admit defeat. I thought I could not lose to him, so I straightened my chest.

Suddenly, the lantern disappeared out of thin air without warning, and we immediately fell into the dark grass under the dim moonlight. Then I felt a pair of cold hands pushing me hard, causing me to fall to the ground all of a sudden. When I got up, even Azhan disappeared.

"Azhan!" I screamed, but I felt that the voice was stuffy inside and it was not far away. I shouted again, and the only one who answered me was the weird and gloomy child voice--

Wanli - hide and seek -

I panicked and ran around in the grass, but no matter where I ran, the little girl would run across from me to stop me. The hole on her face, which was like a mouth, was sticking out something like her tongue, and it seemed that she really thought it was hide and seek. Even if I climbed in the grass pit, it could still find me. Her stiff and unpopular hand pulled my clothes around and made the laughter of her clothes - Yi - Yi.

I was so scared that I urinated and shouted as I ran, not understanding why a small backyard could allow me to run for half a day and stay in place, surrounded by black fog that kept rolling. After a while, the black fog in front of me slashed with a "Huo" sound, and a bloody hand stretched out from it.

I turned around and ran away, but the hand grabbed the clothes behind me.

"Thousand miles, don't run."

It was Azhan! I relaxed dejectedly and let him pull me back. Then I realized that we were only one foot apart, and it was the black fog that made me unable to see him. His face was covered with scars, and his right hand was even more wounded, as if he had just fought a big fight, and his left hand was holding a bloody stone and staring at the front angrily, but I couldn't see anything in that direction.

At this time, the little girl ghost chased after him, and the place where Azhan stared at him slowly showed the little male ghost. However, its limbs were bent awkwardly, as if they had been removed and reassembled, and even their heads turned 180 degrees. They were so angry that their faces were blue and purple, and they stuck out their tongues, revealing the hideous appearance of the person who was suffocated to death.

Mom - Mom -

It screamed sharply, pointed at Azhan with his hand, and forced the entire hand bone to fall to the ground.

This man can see me - he can beat me - mom - mom - mom -

The woman's tiny sound came, creaking, like chewing something, or like something crawling on the stone floor. A thicker black fog gushed out from the left front, and Azhan and I were rolled back several meters by the fog, and fell next to a dry well that was almost invisible in the grass.

A muffled cold snorted from the bottom of the well, and a pair of dry hands stretched out from the well, and then a female ghost with thick makeup crawled out and grabbed Azhan's collar.

Next - come - accompany us - let's!

It made a laugh like iron wire scraping metal, and wanted to drag Azhan down the well. I hugged Azhan hard, and he also struggled and twisted desperately. As soon as his dancing hands touched the female ghost, the flesh and clothes on its body fell off. It was not like me like the air every time I hit the void. He hit the female ghost that only had a skeleton with exquisite hairstyle left, and even the bones were about to break, making a swelling sound.

It was obviously furious by our struggle and insisted on dragging Azhan down. The two little ghosts rushed over and dragged me. They made me feel painful and cold, as if something had been strangled into my bones, but I knew I couldn't let go, otherwise Azhan would be dead.

Gradually, we began to lose our strength. I saw Azhan's head, shoulders, and waist falling into the well. Only my legs were held tightly by me. His hands were barely grasping the edge of the well, supporting him and not falling. And the female ghost's hands were pulling his fingers, and the two little ghosts pulled my arms, so that we could relax - loose - loose - loose -

Just as Azhan was about to fall, I suddenly heard the legendary kicking footsteps of Azhan's father. This sound made the female ghost's hand stagnate, and the two little ghosts screamed and escaped into the well. Azhan and I took the opportunity to get rid of our mastery.

However, it was so unwilling to give up. After a pause, it suddenly flew out of the well, like a rag doll being forced out by someone. It blew a breath on Azhan's face, and Azhan suddenly lost consciousness.

The extreme cold that cannot be described, with a rotten and erosive smell, and a wet and dry touch, I still cannot forget it to this day.

It stretched out its ghost hand and grabbed my neck, and you - look for it - die! The sequel teeth knocked up and down.

I thought I would die, and the seven-year-old child was about to die by this dry well, but I suddenly "see" its fear, the fear on the expressionless skull. Then I heard the voice of Daddy Azhan in his ears: "My evil, I was going to save you, you are going to harm others!"

I saw with my own eyes that Azhan, who was usually drowsy and aging, looked like a fairy-like appearance. I just pointed at the female ghost and quickly disappeared from the vicious appearance just now and turned into a pool of rotten clothes.

Azhan's father looked at Azhan in a coma, then looked at me, stretched out his hand on top of my head, but he never pressed it down.

"Wanli," he called me, returning to his honest and kind appearance before, "Can you promise uncle not to tell me about this?"

I nodded vigorously and swore in my heart that I would never say anything.

His eyes that could see through everything seemed to know my determination. He smiled and stroked my head and said, "Good boy, let you remember this." He turned his head to look at Azhan, sighed, and said to himself: "I don't know when I will die. This child needs a friend. It's so pitiful to be alone."

He held Azhan in one hand and dragged me away from the deserted house with the other. No one else knew what happened that night, but Azhan and I were both seriously ill. We never discussed this matter again afterwards, but from that day I was destined to be his only friend and the only person who knew his secret.

Until I was about to graduate from college, I asked about the past. He told me that the female ghost and her child were killed by the rich man's real wife and threw them into the well. They also let a man with magic power block their souls, so that they could only appear in the town and never be reborn.

They are not a disaster, only the intruders will be driven away. And the two little ghosts may really want to play hide-and-seek with me, so that they will take me to that world too. And Azhan's father eventually broke the magic and let them get what they want.

This is the first story between Azhan and I. I promised Azhan his father not to tell him, but I thought you could help Azhan, so I said that I believe that he, the Spirit of Heaven, would also agree to do this.

Let’s stop here today. I will try my best to help you find out about Bloody Mary and see you when you return home.

After hearing Wanli's story and saying goodbye to Wanli, Xiaoxia suddenly felt sorry for the lonely Xiao Ruan Zhan, thinking that she would be a little better to him in the future. She thought of this and went to get the hot water cup at hand, thinking of Nuannuan's cold hands because of this story, but she found that the water cup was missing.

She clearly put it on the left!
Chapter completed!