This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

In a dark room, a small warm hand touched Zong Yuan's hand.

Zong Yuan took Zhou Ning to sit down, tapping the table with his right hand.

The girl who greeted Zhou Ning silently outside greeted Zhou Ning suddenly and ran outside like a mad, trembling scream, "Come, here! Ghost is here..."

"Master!"

The complexion of the people brought by Zong Yuan changed and they were about to rush into the room. Zong Yuan raised his voice to stop them, "I'm fine, you can wait outside with peace of mind!"

Of course he heard the girl outside the door shouting, ghost? Ghost shit.

Think he hasn't seen any horror movies? He only believes that all abnormalities are man-made.

"brother."

The childish voice sounded, Zong Yuan was surprised, "Zhou Ning, have you spoken?" He wanted to squeeze Zhou Ning's small face, but his raised hand was pressed down by a cold breath, surrounded by a biting chill. Around him, Zong Yuan suddenly realized that he could not move!

The cold on his back is getting closer, and the clammy breath will bring pain, Zong Yuan endures sweating on his forehead, "Damn..."

Gradually, his fingers moved, and Zong Yuan felt inexplicably as if he was lying on his back. This "person" was tightly attached to his back, and his hands stretched out from his ears to press his hands.

The more the brain fills the more real, the strength of Zong Yuan's hands is getting stronger and stronger, and he finally breaks through the indispensable imprisonment. He quickly gets up, but in the next second, he slams back like a heavy stone.

He didn't fall to the hard ground, but instead seemed to have fallen into a deep icy pool. In the last second before losing consciousness, Zong Yuan raised his middle finger, fuck, you wait for me!

Zhou Ning exclaimed dissatisfiedly, "Brother!"

"Why is the young master still awake?"

"Too tired."

"I have slept from last night to now."

"Go, let's take Young Master Ning to eat in the yard, and I will wake Young Master Provincially."

Zong Yuan's mind is already clear, he can hear these words clearly, he wants to say, "What is tired, it is obviously dirty!" However, he couldn't open his eyes and couldn't speak.

Zong Yuan was thinking about the previous events in his heart. He still remembered the "brother" Zhou Ning shouted. He also wanted to know who he was calling. The dead Zhou Family Third Young Master seemed to be Zhou Jin.

As soon as the name came up in his mind, his body relaxed, Zong Yuan turned over and sat up, and saw the plain roof.

He is still in Zhou Ning's small courtyard.

He didn't even think about running, so he continued to sit lazily, thinking in his heart, how did Zhou Jin die this year? What is the secret of Zhou's mansion this week? I have to give the ghost last night a good look.

He thought about mixedly, but Wu suddenly rushed in from outside, saw him wake up, he sighed, and hurriedly said, "Master, Mrs. Wang is dead!"

After Mrs. Wang left the hall tonight, she returned to her courtyard, and when she stepped into her room, a dull heat rushed toward her face.

Staying in such a room is really stuffy and suffocating, but Mrs. Wang only feels really comfortable and satisfied.

Only one heat-resistant Amei was left in the room to burn charcoal, and Mrs. Wang lay on the bed, resting on a few quilts.

Every time Amei turns her eyes to her, she feels a burst of inexplicable fear. In this kind of weather, charcoal is being burnt and the quilt is covered. The weirdness has to make people think about it.

After a long while, when Amei couldn't bear to feel her breathlessness, Mrs. Wang suddenly woke up from her dream. She touched her pounding chest and said to Amei with an ugly expression: "Go get me a bowl. Go to lotus porridge."

Amei went happily.

When Amei came back, she saw Mrs. Wang's face buried in the small basin, drowning alive.

"……what!!!"

This incident is really creepy. Mrs. Wang escaped the washbasin last time, but still couldn't escape the fate of being drowned.

A washbasin! That's a washbasin!

Zhou Taixing was standing outside Mrs. Wang's room, his face was ugly, and Zhou You standing next to him was crying.

"You have to conceal this matter," Zhou Taixing commanded with a sullen face for a long time, "Do you want everyone to know that something strange is happening in my Zhou Mansion, ah? It's so troublesome that even my lady is dead?!"

"Father, I know," Zhou You said while crying, with fear not hidden on his face, "but what about this! The next one will die..."

Zhou Taixing interrupted him and made up his mind, "Isn’t the young master of the Zong family in our house! You and Zhou Fang go and beg him, the young master of the great family must know a lot of strangers! The way is definitely wider than us! Say please! I have to keep him here!"

"Father!" Zhou Fang, who was silent beside him, was surprised, "That's the Zong Family..."

"That has to be left to me!" Zhou Taixing slammed the crutches severely, "The mother of the family is dead, no one can leave!"

He calmed down for a long time, and then said: "You all be kind to me! Know it with reason and move with affection to know if you don't know!"

Zhou Fang trembled, "I see, Dad."

Zongyuan walked outside while listening to Wu's description, "Are you sure it's not artificial?"

"Where is artificial!" Wu's excited hands were gestures. "Madame Wang didn't have any traces of struggling, but she was drowned by that little water! Master, do you think there is something dirty in this Zhou Mansion? Something?"

Zong Yuan nodded sensibly, "Yes, didn't you meet your young master last night."

Wu looked unbelievable, "Master, when are you still kidding me?"

Zong Yuan didn't want to care about this idiot. After washing up, he ate at the table in the courtyard. Zhou Ning was already full, squatting down and staring at him.

Zong Yuan, "Zhou Ning, let me ask you..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhou Ning ran into the room again, holding the spiritual card he saw yesterday, walking to the bottom of the tree in a daze, glanced at the soil under the tree, and then at Zong Yuan.

After seeing what he was holding in his arms, the faces of Awu and Ayu were all white.

The weather is not cold, and several people still feel cold.

Where did this thing come from!

Still in a child's room!

Zong Yuan, who was eating, felt a little pain in his teeth, "Zhou Ning, is there something under the tree?"

He glanced at this big leafy tree, very verdant, it was a big locust tree, the locust tree is the ghost in the wood, it is very dark and attracts ghosts.

Zong Yuan, "...You, an artificial intelligence, are you telling me that the locust tree recruits ghosts?"

0046 was talking about the various functions of the locust tree in his mind.

Zhou Ning squatted on the ground without saying a word, and nodded at Zong Yuan after a long time.

Ayu approached Zong Yuan and whispered, “Master, I’ve inquired, Master Zhou Ning and Master Zhou’s third master are the same compatriots, both the biological children of the third concubine, but the third concubine has been stigmatized and committed adultery. Although it was later discovered to be slander, at that time Master Zhou had already disliked Young Master Zhou Ning, and even doubted Young Master Wednesday's life experience."

Zong Yuan stared at Zhou Ning's movements, "Then did you find out how Zhou Jin died?"

Ayu shook his head.

Zhou Ning inserted the spirit card under the root of the tree and started to plow the soil with his small hands.

Zong Yuan stood up and walked to his side, avoiding that piece of land specially, and looking into Zhou Ning's hands.

His weak, white palms were covered with mud, and a small hole was dug out by him on the ground, and Zhou Ning slowly filled in the small hole he dug out.

Zong Yuan stood steadily. He looked at the locust tree and asked calmly, "Aning, how did your brother die?"

Zhou Ning glanced at him, obviously didn't understand what he meant.

"It was killed," Zong Yuan touched his chin, and didn't care if he poked someone else's painful foot.

Suddenly there was a cloud of cold behind him, something slowly supported his neck, Zong Yuan's brows and heart beat, and he turned around to be alert.

There was nothing, Zong Yuan was observing a trace of movement around him, but was pushed vigorously from the front and hit the big locust tree behind him.

"Fuck……"

Again.

The people around seemed to be in two spaces with him. Zong Yuan's eyes were dark, and he couldn't hear any movement. In such a large space, there seemed to be only the big locust tree behind him.

Zong Yuan's hand was nailed to the tree fiercely, and there seemed to be thousands of fine needles pierced into the bone on his wrist, which was biting cold.

He couldn't move, he couldn't see, but he still sneered, "Which ghost is so afraid to see people?"

Ruoyouruowu's voice sounded in his ears, and the coldness he had just experienced came up again. Something was stroking back and forth on his neck and chest, similar to the touch of his hands.

Zong Yuan couldn't do it manually, so he kicked it, thinking and knowing that there is no half effect. He still has the upper hand in his mouth, making this thing unhappy, "Where is the **** ghost, this is a man who has never seen a man in his life? Can you touch it?"

Zhou Ning stopped burying the soil and turned to look at Zong Yuan.

Zong Yuan still stood steadily on the spot, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be enjoying the sunshine comfortably.

Ah Wu Ayu was still discussing the Zhou Mansion, but he didn't realize that it was wrong.

Zhou Ning ran in front of Zong Yuan, pulled Zong Yuan's clothes into his arms, her little face was full of nostalgia, "Brother..."

Invisible to the eyes, other sensations are much more sensitive.

The "hand" that was groping around finally stopped, and the nerves of the ancestors were tense, "0046, where is he?"

There was no response.

A smell of earth and wood mixed with soil rushed to the tip of his nose, and the touch of being blown by the wind came on his face. A cold breath approached, and Zong Yuannao made up a picture of a carrion facing him.

Fortunately, there is no smell of carrion.

The breath stopped again.

Something was talking to his face.

But he could not hear.

That thing obviously recognized this problem, Zong Yuan's brows frowned slightly, before he could react, the darkness and coldness quickly retreated, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Zong Yuan opened his eyes, the blue sky and white clouds, and the breeze was blowing, Zhou Ning was still holding the corner of his clothes and leaning on him with attachment.

He took Zhou Ning's hand and came to the tree, crouched down and surveyed the location where he had just encountered the ghost in that space, and found nothing.

Maybe because his face was too ugly, Zhou Ning hugged his neck and comforted him with a tender kiss.

Wu and the others noticed Zong Yuan's actions and hurriedly came over and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Zong Yuan picked up the spirit card that Zhou Ning had inserted under the tree and sneered, "It looks like we have to check this Master Zhou Jin carefully."

He walked into the house holding Zhou Ning, but Ah Wu's exclamation came from behind, "Master!"

Zong Yuan turned his head and saw their expressions twisted, staring angrily at his back.

Zong Yuan put down Zhou Ning, he neatly took off the shirt he had just put on, only to see a few big **** characters written on the back of his clothes.

Get out of Zhou Mansion.

This is what the thing wants to say to him.

Wu ran over to take the clothes and burn them. Zong Yuan stopped him and continued to put on the clothes without changing his face. Regardless of whether the thing could be heard or not, he said to a large piece of air in front of the locust tree, "Please It’s easy for a **** to give it away. The Third Young Master of Zhou Mansion hasn’t heard this sentence?"

"I want to stay or go, do your shit."

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