Everything was just as Xiaofang said. Even though he knew there was a ghost in the old house, he didn't come out to scare people or make any noise from time to time as shown in the movie.

After wandering for about an hour, Uncle Zhang still found nothing, so he said hello to Xiaofang and left the old house.

He made a gesture to close the door, but of course, this gesture was invisible to Xiaofang.

Uncle Zhang thought to himself, since all strange things happened after twelve o'clock, it would be better to come back after twelve o'clock to find out what happened.

Time passed minute by minute, and midnight arrived as scheduled.

As soon as the clock struck twelve o'clock, Mr. Zhang opened the ajar door and stepped into the old house again.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he stepped forward, the resentful cries floated into his ears like a veil, tossing and turning, torturing his nerves and eardrums.

Old man Zhang had lived for most of his life, and this was the first time he saw a ghost. He was nervous and curious at the same time.

He concentrated on pricking up his ears and focused all his attention on the crying. Unexpectedly, he later discovered that the crying was coming from near the attic!

Could it be said that this crying female ghost has already found Xiaofang's whereabouts?

Uncle Zhang frowned, remembering what Grandma Xiaofang said to him before she passed away.

Xiaofang's parents died ten years ago, and all other close relatives in the family are gone, and their distant relatives are hiding away from them. The old man has always been worried that Xiaofang will have nothing to rely on after his death, so he hopes that Mr. Zhang can watch this

Child, I often give her a few words of encouragement, so before

When Xiaofang stayed at home, Mr. Zhang would suggest that she go out to find a job. But at that time, Mr. Zhang never imagined that a tragedy would happen in front of Xiaofang's house. He seemed to be telling them that some things were unavoidable.

There is no way to hide!

Taking staggering steps, Old Uncle Zhang found the stairs in the darkness and walked up the stairs slowly. The old stairs creaked and groaned under his feet, and his steps became more awkward because of this, but the incoming

The crying in my ears became clearer and clearer.

Cold sweat swirled back and forth on Old Uncle Zhang's forehead like a snake. In the darkness, he noticed traces of cold wind wrapping around him like a spider web.

But Mr. Zhang did not back down. He was already over fifty, and half of his feet had already stepped into the coffin. Although he had relatives, he neglected to take care of him. On the contrary, Xiaofang was like a close relative to him. At least this child would

He talks to her from time to time. Uncle Zhang doesn’t want Xiaofang to get hurt in any way!

However, the expected horror did not appear before Mr. Zhang's eyes. He did not see any ghosts, but he heard the crying clearly.

It turned out that the sound was not coming from near the attic, but coming from the attic!

When Mr. Zhang thought about this, his eyes suddenly twisted, and his hands trembled uncontrollably at his side - Could it be that the evil ghost has already been looking for Xiaofang?

Terrible thoughts flooded into his mind, severely torturing Old Uncle Zhang's nerves.

He thought nervously and took a big step back. His back pressed against the damp wall. A chill suddenly surged from his feet to the top of his head, making his breathing gradually become faster!

"Xiaofang...Xiaofang..." Uncle Zhang muttered to himself, his rough and withered fingers tremblingly stretched out to the handle of the attic, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, he tapped it slowly and repeatedly.

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Chapter completed!