When the shrill voice passed through the room, Mr. Zhang's heart was broken, as if the one who was suffering at this moment was his own daughter!

He didn't have time to think carefully, so he knocked harder on the door, but Xiaofang seemed to have heard nothing and kept shouting at the top of his lungs.

This made Mr. Zhang very anxious!

When he came to his senses, Mr. Zhang immediately ran down the stairs, found a sickle from the kitchen, and aimed it at the attic door and beat it hard.

While he was beating, Xiaofang's screams became even more shrill, and Old Man Zhang quickly said loudly: "Xiaofang, don't be afraid! I'm coming to save you! I'm coming to save you!"

The door was opened by Old Man Zhang with great force, as if he suddenly lost all his strength. Old Man Zhang dropped the sickle and leaned against the door rail with unsteady steps.

There were still countless Bodhisattva statues neatly placed in the attic, but incense had not been burned for several days, and the smell of the incense was far from as strong as before. Old man Zhang stared and saw that several gilt incense burners had all fallen to the ground.

The futon where Xiaofang was kneeling was full of scattered incense. At this moment, Xiaofang's face was pale and her eyes were dull, as if she had just been frightened!

"You broke down the attic door..."

After the shouting and crying disappeared, the attic was very quiet.

Xiaofang suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

Her weak voice was like the hoarse sound produced by a broken piano with its strings broken, and her voice even seemed a little cold and erratic.

Uncle Zhang looked at her dull eyes and was about to step forward. Unexpectedly, Xiaofang, who was kneeling on the futon, suddenly turned her head, stared at him with huge eyes, and shouted sternly: "Do you know the attic door?"

If it breaks, evil spirits will come in?!"

Those eyes were red, as if burning with fire.

Xiaofang has always been well-behaved and speaks in a gentle manner. Seeing her suddenly become like this, Mr. Zhang was startled. He looked for her terrifying eyes in Xiaofang's messy hair.

I always feel that Xiaofang is a little different today!

Could it be that just because he opened the attic door, the evil spirit came in and possessed Xiaofang?!

There was a bang.

Old man Zhang fell to the ground.

His whole body was paralyzed and he could not exert any strength. Especially after he saw the angry Xiaofang, the fear in his heart burned like a fire, as if he was about to see the truth, and his whole body was trembling!

At this moment, Xiaofang slowly stood up facing Old Man Zhang's fearful gaze, kicked away the futon beside her, with a strange smile on her pale face, and the corners of her bright red mouth slowly cracked in the direction of her ears.

He opened his mouth, showing an extremely sarcastic smile, but looked at Old Man Zhang with his red eyes, and said word by word: "As you guessed, I have already possessed the little boy.

Fang. But it’s not because you opened the door, but that night, I ran away to her, holding the door open and crying for help, but she turned a blind eye! If she chooses to open the door, take me to hide with her.

If I go to this attic, I won't die! But she is afraid of ghosts! She is actually afraid of ghosts! Why doesn't she want to think that I will turn into a ghost and appear in front of her after I die?!"
Chapter completed!