Beibei suddenly raised her head and looked at the ceiling.

Rou'er beside him was sleeping soundly, lying on his side, holding the soft golden retriever with one small hand.

Beibei was as if she had seen something, her head slowly moved, and something seemed to be wandering on the ceiling in the darkness.

“Woo…”

Beibei let out a whimper, suddenly got up, lowered her tail and jumped out of the bed, and ran to the door.

It stood upright, with its claws on the handle, and easily pressed the door handle.

Smack-

The door is open to a gap.

Beibei opened the door with her head and slipped out.

The dark corridor was silent, with paws stomping on the tiles and not too far.

Beibei slipped to the broken door not far from the door, and bared her teeth vigilantly at the damaged wallpaper as during the day.

In the darkness, a dark arm, as if it was solid, poked out from the wall little by little, and grabbed Beibei withered fingers.

“Woo…”

Beibei's ears drooped, his tail was clamped, and he let out a whimpering and humming.

The arm was indifferent and still stretched towards Beibei.

Its cracked corners of its mouth until the root of its ears suddenly broke out and bit towards its dark arms.

clatter--

With the crisp sound of teeth closing, Beibei walked straight through his dry palm and bit the empty bite.

Beibei was stunned, and at the same time, the thin and dark arm that could not be touched had touched Beibei's neck.

Scroll-

The outline in the dark changed, and Beibei's head drooped weakly.

"Woo--"

Beibei had no time to let out a slight howl, and then no more sounds.

The dead silence lasted for several seconds, and in the dark, the sound of heavy objects rubbing gradually sounded. A black shadow on the ground was dragged little by little behind the wallpaper.

In the bedroom, Rou'er, who was sleeping, suddenly frowned.

She seemed to have had a nightmare, raised her little head vaguely and shouted to the door: "Babe?"

The quilt next to her was still hot, and Beibei seemed to have just run away not long ago.

"Babe? Where are you?"

The little girl got up clumsyly, stretched her hands in front of her, and stumbled to the open door.

"Babe, where are you?"

Rou'er poked her little head out, but there was no light in the dark corridor, and there was no response at all.

The corridor was very dark, and she was afraid of being anxious, and worried about her own beige. After hesitation, she looked like she was about to cry, and hesitated from behind the door and walked forward with the wall.

Rouer's ignorant and unknown path, the torn wallpaper. Suddenly, the dark arm that had appeared before poked out from the broken point and grabbed Rouer's slender arm.

The little girl, aged five or six, had almost no chance of reaction and was instantly pulled into the wall by her arm.

The dark corridor returned to silence.

...

It was already noon, and the first seventh came, and the originally undetectable yin energy in the coffin gradually grew.

The old Taoist stopped picking up food casually. He raised his fingers and stretched into his backpack, picked up a yellow paper talisman and rubbed it across his eyelids, staring at the coffin.

A transparent outline that was almost unseen was sat up from the coffin.

It is exactly the same as the young man taking the photo, but now the ghost has a dull eyes and a rigid expression.

The old Taoist looked at it for a few times, and gloatingly said, "You guy is not lucky. This ghost just resurrected his soul, and his three souls and seven spirits are no longer in a state of consciousness. You can't ask anything."

"Then let's just be saved."

Lu Li picked up the knife cover and held the handle.

If the investigation cannot find clues, it is better to get a picture book to recover the blood.

Mosquito legs are still fleshy no matter how small they are.

The old Taoist sat still, as if he wanted to see what means Lu Li used to save his life.

But at this moment, a sudden change broke out.

Song Hu's soul floating above the coffin was suddenly pulled by something, turned into a stroke of blue smoke and flew out in an instant, penetrated the wall and disappeared from the sight of the two.

Yin Qi quickly stays away.

Lu Li didn't understand why, but the old Taoist suddenly changed his expression and took out the compass that was rotating rapidly and checked.

"No, this is not a soul-retaining formation... Wait, this is a soul-retaining formation... but there is a second formation arranged around!"

...

"Husband...husband..."

In the bedroom, Han Lan held up and woke up her husband beside her and asked softly: "Did you hear any sound?"

Wu Zihao's eyes narrowed open in his sleep and said vaguely: "Sound...Babe's voice?"

"It seems to be..."

"Why does it call you and call me..." Wu Zihao sighed helplessly, fell down his eyelids, and continued to sleep.

But Han Lan felt something strange, she held her body and listened intently.

"Hehehe..."

The laughter of children came faintly from the ceiling above the head.

"No, it's my daughter's voice!"

Han Lan hurriedly shook her husband. Wu Zihao, who was not asleep, opened his eyes and his sleepiness faded away.

He heard it, too.

Dadadadadada—

On the ceiling above my head, there were sounds of running.

"Daughter won't go upstairs to play secretly, right?"

"It's possible...you go and have a look."

Han Lan's voice turned weak: "You accompany me, I dare not go up alone..."

"I really can't do anything to you..."

Wu Zihao shook his head gently and the bedside lamp.

The dim light source lit up in the bedroom. The two got up and got out of bed and turned on the lighting of their phones, and snuggled up to their daughter's bedroom.

The corridor is quiet, the flashlight is passing by, and the wallpaper is pale.

"ah--!"

Han Lan suddenly screamed and threw herself into her husband's arms.

"Dog hair! There is still blood!"

Wu Zihao looked at what his wife pointed, and a large area of ​​golden dog hair and blood fell on the tiled floor.

"Husband, is there a thief coming in... Daughter, our daughter..." Han Lan was so anxious that she was about to burst into tears.

Wu Zihao didn't bother to comfort his wife and rushed into his daughter's bedroom a few meters away.

The door was open, the room was deserted, and the quilt was lifted open.

Han Lan followed to the door and saw that the room was empty, she cried out: "Rou'er and Beibei are gone!"

"Shh..." Wu Zihao was shocked, and quickly covered his wife's mouth, lowered his voice and said, "Don't be anxious first, go to the room to get your phone and call the police first, I'll go upstairs to check it out."

"Well...be careful."

Han Lan said worriedly, jogging all the way back to the bedroom.

She rushed to the bed and took out the phone under the pillow and was about to turn the button.

Crazy-

There was a sudden slight sound behind him, and Han Lan turned around in panic and frightened, but saw a piece of wallpaper falling off, revealing the yellowed wall.

Han Lan felt a little relieved and was about to continue dialing the number.

Yu Guangzhong, something suddenly appeared on the wall where the wallpaper fell off.

Han Lan subconsciously stopped and stared at the yellowed wall.

Behind the snow-white wallpaper, a dark outline poked out his head little by little, and peeked in disgrace.

...

After persuading his wife back, Wu Zihao looked around, picked up the ping-pong racket in the box that had not been sorted by the door to defend himself, turned around and walked through the corner, and stepped up the stairs.

Went to the second floor quietly, Wu Zihao followed the faint steps and finally walked behind a door.

"Dad, I'm here~"

Hearing the laughter of his daughter behind the door, Wu Zihao sighed and smiled helplessly and walked in: "It's so late that you and Bei-"
Chapter completed!