The man is another man, and I don’t know why I feel that the air around me has dropped a few degrees, because I can’t forget that night, in the underground morgue, the hand pressed on my hand.

Although I was wearing gloves, I think back now that I was cold and like a sharp knife, and then the sticky touch and semi-coagulated blood came from the gloves.

It should be him, I was in a bad mood. Looking at Grandma Wen's expression became more serious. Lao Zhou didn't expect so much. I didn't tell him the details of what I met that man in detail. But the next moment, Lao Zhou's face also became very ugly, because he shouldn't forget the mark he found on the body, and he told me it was a human tooth mark.

However, when recalling this, Grandma Wen's expression became extremely scared and her voice became a little deeper. She was an old man who could "see" and was considered to be "very knowledgeable". When talking about black gas, she was very calm when she was wandering her soul pressed on the bed, but when she recalled this man, her expression changed.

"When I was pressing my bed, didn't I accept my fate? It was worth it for my granddaughter. But after Yingying's holiday, my bedding problem gradually got better after returning to school. Until she came back on a small holiday before she started to get sick, she didn't make any more happens. In those nights, I actually paid attention to it and listened to whether those things had been wrapped around Yingying again. But what's good is that Yingying seemed to sleep very peacefully and had no movement in a few nights. It was also because I didn't notice that it wasn't until Yingying went to the hospital later that I saw traces on her pillow. It was clearly the tears that she had cried. It turned out that she didn't sleep well in those nights, but she would cry in her dreams every night." Grandma Wen's tone was annoyed, and she couldn't help but talk and turned off the topic.

But I didn't think the old man was nagging, but felt a kind of fear. And another clue, it seemed that Zhao Ying might have known something before she became ill. Unfortunately, her soul could not tell me and Lao Zhou about the news.

I found that I had this feeling when I had a few limited contacts with Zhao Ying, that is, she should have been controlled, otherwise when she used ghosts to hit the wall to imply Lao Zhou, she reminded me of the danger of the danger, and even in the end she was controlled, it should be more than Zhao Ying. I remembered the groups of wronged souls.

I found my scalp tingling. I thought there must be a secret in that specimen building. But can I bear the secret being revealed? The reason why I think this makes sense even if I am not sure about anything for the time being.

Thinking of this, I sighed, and I found that things were much more troublesome than I thought. Fortunately, Lao Zhou and I promised Zhao Ying that only found him. This should be the man who harmed her?

Thinking of this, the answer is only one key man! The cat demon is the man behind the existence on the surface!

As I thought about it, my fingers couldn't help but start to gently tap the tabletop. In this room full of yin energy, the strange black mist portrait accompanied by Grandma Wen's continued to tell, and there was an indescribable rhythm, as if these rhythms had become a vortex, and I had been completely pulled in.

Grandma Wen’s narrative is actually not complicated. The general idea is that after she was not entangled, she became free at night and saw that she was also coincidental that night. She was the old man who was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night and got up at night. In such a messy alley, there were usually no toilets in the house.

As for the spittoon that is convenient for use at home, Grandma Wen felt sorry for her granddaughter and placed it in Zhao Ying's room. She said that Zhao Ying was most afraid of getting up at night and was afraid of going to the public toilet late at night, especially after she was sleeping uneasy during that holiday.

Grandma Wen was planning to go to Zhao Ying's room to use the bathroom. The room where Zhao Ying lived at home was the small hut on the side, but it was better because there was a window. Such a room was ventilated, which was also the room where Grandma Wen felt sorry for her granddaughter and gave her to her granddaughter.

At first, there was nothing in the room, for fear that Zhao Ying would make her sleep, Grandma Wen did not turn on the lights. It was a normal and common trivial thing. But on this night, Grandma Wen heard Zhao Ying's depressed crying when she went to get the spittoon under Zhao Ying's bed.

The crying sound seemed illusory, just like the feeling of a person crying after his soul leaves his body instead of the person crying! This is my more elegant description. To put it simply, the crying sound is like a ghost crying.

Suddenly hearing such a sound, Grandma Wen was shocked, could something unclean was wrapped around Zhao Ying? In this kind of fright, the spittoon that had been lifted in Grandma Wen's hand also fell to the ground and made a crisp "clang" sound, but Zhao Ying still didn't wake up.

At this time, Grandma Wen had already looked at the room and there was nothing unclean that she thought was unclean, but the crying continued. And it was a source of the granddaughter's bed. Is it true that the granddaughter was crying? Grandma Wen thought about this, and didn't care about the "get up at night" anymore. She quickly touched Zhao Ying's side with her eyes that had already adapted to the darkness and looked at Zhao Ying on the bed. She found that she was pale, her eyebrows were frowning, her lips were biting, and her whole face shrank into a ball, which was simply over-shocking.

The 'smacking' sound was a humming sound from Zhao Ying's nose. When she touched Zhao Ying's face, she was covered with tears.

"Yingying" Grandma Wen didn't care about being afraid when she saw her granddaughter's situation. Dawei called her granddaughter with heartache, but Zhao Ying, who was lying on the bed, had no reaction at all, but she grabbed Grandma Wen's hand suddenly!

This action scared Grandma Wen. After all, her granddaughter was crying and she strangely grabbed her hand before she woke up, and her hands were cold.

"It's as cold as if I've been soaking in ice. I never knew Yingying had that strength. Holding my hand was like a pair of iron pliers to grab my hand." Grandma Wen was describing the situation at that time, which shows that the sudden movement really scared the old man.

But because that person was her beloved granddaughter, this courage supported her until now to use this description to illustrate the temperature of Zhao Ying's body. In fact, I can't bear to say that Zhao Ying's hands are as cold as a corpse.

These small details show how much this old man loves Zhao Ying. When I listened to these narratives, my fingers were still unconsciously hitting the table, because I could probably tell the situation of Zhao Ying, and my body would show that temperature. It was definitely a manifestation of the soul leaving the body. At that time, Zhao Ying should be between "life and death".

Even if the soul is out of body, the soul should still be left in the body. However, because her person is still in the world, the soul and the body are closely connected. When the soul is frightened, it will directly react to the body. So she will cry, and holding Grandma Wen with her hands tightly is also the body's instinctive reaction. She found a relative who can rely on in the fright.

As for the body's strength, it was at that moment, under the pressure of panic and fear, that potential burst out. You can understand it as a person who used all his strength to grasp a "life-saving straw".

Grandma Wen's narration continued. After Zhao Ying grabbed Grandma Wen, the crying finally changed from a "whimper" sound like a ghost crying to a slightly normal cry. She saw Zhao Ying struggling hard. At this time, Grandma Wen wanted to pinch Zhao Ying's people and help her wake up, but she was grabbed with her hands and could not move.

At this time, Grandma Zhao Yingwen described it to us, as if she was going to say something, but she couldn't say it. She was anxious. She just saw Zhao Ying trying hard to lift her chin, in one direction, relying on her understanding of her granddaughter and the wonderful sense between her relatives, she felt that Zhao Ying was guiding her something.

The answer is that the direction Zhao Ying guided was just towards the direction of the window. After thinking about this, Grandma Wen subconsciously turned her head and looked at it. It didn't matter. Just a glance, Grandma Wen was so shocked that she almost couldn't stand steadily.

Because she saw a figure standing outside the window, close to the window and looking into the room. Although she couldn't see clearly what the person looked like, the outline of the figure was very clear.

This is already very terrifying. Imagine that outside the window at night, there was a person tightly pressing against the window, peeking into the room where you were sleeping. The window had been opened with curtains. For some reason, the window was opened with half of the curtains, and the person was staring at the inside of the room on the iron fence attached to the window.

"I actually can't see clearly, but I just think he is staring at our room with his eyes shining brightly and his eyes." Grandma Wen was a little excited. At this time, I appropriately grabbed Grandma Wen's hand.

Then he tried hard to smile at Grandma Wen and said, "It's okay, Grandma Wen, people are living beings, so don't be afraid. It sounds a bit bad. If you face it, you can still fight to the death, right?"

"That's it, I think so! You don't know how scared I was at that time, because the person's eyes made people feel that he seemed to swallow our Zhao Ying greedily and greedily. It felt like he was staring at the food in the wild. You two young people should not think that I was talking about it. I really felt like this. I looked at our Zhao Ying crying pitifully. At that time, I didn't know where the courage came from. I yelled out 'who', and then broke free from Yingying's hand. I was planning to see what it was! At worst, I would have to fight for my life." Grandma Wen was excited, but I didn't doubt her determination at all.

What I often hear on the mountain is that the great way is ruthless, but why do emotions in the world often make people burst out with different powers? What makes a person often look great and friendly because of feelings? I can't think of the answer yet.

Looking at the firm Grandma Wen in front of me, I felt a little confused.
Chapter completed!