Only 50% know the world and then grinned, showing a weird smile.

"Sister, can you help us pick up the ball?"

The twin sisters held hands, and they lost half of their heads, and blood continued to overflow from the wound. The wriggling deworming dripped onto the already dirty white dress. The empty eyes looked at Cheng Luo, and the pale and blood-colored face was stiff, without a trace of expression.

“…”

"Cheng Luo, have you packed it up?"

With a creaking sound, the door was pushed open from the outside.

The twin sisters looked at each other in the direction of the door, then picked up their heads and ran into the wardrobe.

Everything returns to normal.

Not only standing at the door, he smelled a strange damp smell as soon as he came in, frowned, and couldn't help but say, "It seems that he needs to ventilate well."

Cheng Luo didn't say anything, his eyes fell out the window.

From entering the door to now, the whirlwind has been squatting under the thick old locust tree in the yard. His tail is drooping, and he stares at the trunk with his head raised, as if something is attracting it.

Cheng Luo narrowed his eyes and suddenly saw the thin figure shaking on the tree. She had a hemp rope around her neck and her body slowly turned.

"Wang--!"

The whirlwind poses and yells at the trunk of the tree.

"The Tornado seems a little uneasy."

Cheng Luo glanced at the locust tree and took a few steps forward: "Tornado, come back."

Hearing Cheng Luo's voice, his fur suddenly softened and he turned around and came over.

"When will you leave tomorrow?" Cheng Luo asked.

“The plane at 8 a.m..”

Cheng Luo lowered his head and thought for a moment, and said, "Why don't you go back tonight and spend some time with your mother."

"Oh?" He Zhi was stunned, "What about you?"

"I'm fine, but clean the house before leaving."

After saying that, Cheng Luo bypassed and went out.

Looking at her tall back, I didn’t just scratch my head, but I didn’t know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that... something strange here?

*

At 6 pm, the one who had packed the room and left Forest House, he also helped Cheng Luo prepare a sumptuous lunch before leaving, which was very responsible.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Cheng Luo went to the bathroom alone.

The bathroom in this bungalow is built at the end of the corridor, large and spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows on the front, which allows you to clearly see what is outside. The bathroom decoration is very retro. As time goes by, the dark red patterned wallpaper has traces of falling off.

She soaked in the oval bathtub, and the mist rose, slowly covering her figure. The surroundings were quiet, and the sound of dripping water flowing from the pool was faintly heard.

The quieter it is, the more weird it is.

Cheng Luo held the coffee in one hand and looked at the old and yellow book with the other hand. This was her private work she just dug out of the bedroom cabinet. The publication time was unknown. It recorded the grand scenes and demise of several families in detail.

The book says: This is a curse land, with hundreds of unjust souls buried underground. They were tortured during their lifetime, and turned into evil spirits after their death, cursing the land forever. Soon after, a man surnamed Li bought the land and built a house on it. However, not long after, the curse began to take effect. One night, he picked up his hand and gun and killed his children and wife with his own hands. A few years later, the house was redeemed and he experienced the same misfortune again...

Cheng Luo took a sip of coffee and flipped through the last page—

[On a sunny day when it rains, the dead boy invites the lame Lili to dance;

The old man with broken hands played the piano; the young man without eyes said he saw the rainbow.

The mute girl sings joy of tomorrow; the deaf boy says he hears hope;

The priest in uniform felt a little noisy and pulled out his gun to kill the dead child.]

From then on, the back of the pages were full of strange body paintings.

Cheng Luo put the book aside and saw that it was almost time, he walked out of the bathtub.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the whirlwind rushing over.

“Woo…”

The dog boss stopped seeing the vigorous and vigorous wind of the past, but instead looked like a pitiful and helpless cat, holding her thighs and holding her for a while.

Seeing its appearance, Cheng Luo couldn't help but snorted and laughed: "Look at your courage, aren't you very powerful?"

"Wang!"

The whirlwind shook his tail. It was quite powerful, but... this place was obviously the territory of something else!

From entering the door to now, a rotten stench has been lingering on the tip of his nose, and it can't dissipate. He smells it dizzy. In particular, he can see shadows floating around and the clanging and messy footsteps, which makes the dog even more irritable.

Cheng Luo reached out and patted Tornado's head, and took it back to the bedroom: "Allow you to sleep with me."

When the whirlwind heard the excitement, he rushed to the bed happily, curled up in a ball and leaned against Cheng Luo.

It was dark in the night, and the mountains and fields far away from the hustle and bustle of the city were extremely quiet.

The animals in the zoo next to them have long been Shuixia, and there was no other sound except the occasional owl cry.

Cheng Luo couldn't sleep and had no intention of going out.

Judging from the previous record and the last poem, the land at the foot of this house should be the place where a hundred ghosts live, and it is unknown how those people died. However, the poem mentions the pastor at the end, and Cheng Luo guessed that this may be related to a religious ceremony.

The dead child in the poem is the "god" they worship. The girl named Lili is the sacrifice. The incomplete old men and young men are the burialists. But if this is true, why did the pastor kill their "gods"?

Cheng Luo thought, and couldn't help but frown.

At this moment, the familiar song came again, and there was also a pounding sound of pounding.

The sound gradually became more and finally stopped beside the bed.

The whirlwind opened his eyes under the whirlwind brush, and he began to bark while protecting Cheng Luo. His screams were sharp and terrifying.

The little girl giggled, completely ignored the whirlwind, and finally touched Cheng Luo's ear: "Sister, let's play with us."

"Play the ball..."

"Play the ball with us..."

"Are you willing to play with us, either?"

“…”

Chicken, chicken.

Cheng Luo couldn't bear it anymore, so he lifted the quilt and sat up.

With only a clicking sound, Cheng Luo turned on the desk lamp.

In the dim light, those sharp eyes fell directly on the two little girls with brain-burning heads.

The scalp ball was in their arms, and their eyes were rumbling up and down, which was very terrifying. Combined with the pale faces of the twins, it was extremely terrifying and weird.

The whirlwind couldn't stand the conflict in front of him. After a few aggrieved sounds, his huge body rolled into the quilt and hid inside and shivered.

"Where are your parents?"

Cheng Luo leaned against the pillow, his calm face was depressing impatience and irritability.

The two twins were stunned.

This is the first time they have met someone and asked: Where are your parents?

The interior is bright with bright lights and rich silence.

The man on the sand had long legs crossed, and the look he looked at her seemed to have quenched the ice.

There was an agreement on the table, and a black fountain pen was lying quietly beside it.

Cheng Luo clenched his fists tightly, and his beautiful face gradually lost its color.

She raised her eyelids and pulled her lips, and it took a while to make a sound in her hoarse voice: "Yunli..."

"Sign it, it's good to you and me."

His voice was cold and almost ruthless.

As this sentence fell, Cheng Luo felt that he had been stabbed in the heart, bleeding profusely and hurt.

She gritted her teeth, her face became paler, and she opened her mouth and said, "I can't sign, you can do whatever you want outside, but Mrs. Su's position... can only be me."

After saying that, Su Yunli smiled, mocking and even more disdainful.

"Cheng Luo, are you mistaken?" Su Yunli looked at her, "My marriage and you were originally a deal. I give you fame and you give me family. Now that the transaction has been terminated, you and I will belong to you and no one owe anyone."

Cheng Luo pulled his skirt tightly, with blue veins on the back of his hands bulging, and under the messy silk, he looked at his eyes red and incredibly embarrassed.

She knew very well what kind of person Su Yunli was, noble, proud, cold and ruthless. There was only one person living in the city deep in her heart, but that person was not her...

Even so...

Cheng Luo still loved him deeply, and even if he died, he would not want to be separated from this person.

"Yun Li..." Cheng Luo stood up and knelt in front of him, and carefully pulled the corner of his clothes with cold fingers.

She looked up at him, tears falling down, "We are divorced, what should I do? He is still young and cannot be without a father. I beg you, I don't mind you and Zhao Weining, I really don't mind, don't want me, please..."

Su Yunli lowered her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her.

The once beautiful, proud and noble woman became humble and embarrassing at this moment, and her begging eyes made him even more disgusted.

Su Yunli pulled her hand away and said coldly: "Vining minds."

Cheng Luo's heart completely fell to the bottom.

He said again, his expression even more indifferent: "Son? You have followed so many men, who knows if that child is my species?"
Chapter completed!