The distant mountains have been engulfed by the night at some point, and the outlines of all things have become blurred with the darkness.The earth returned to silence, leaving only some subtle sounds, which seemed to indicate something. In the deep darkness, Xu Qing carried the lantern and walked back to the city with difficulty against the north wind.Strands of cold wind were like sharp scraping knives, piercing into the gap of the skirt, causing him to shrink his staggering body into a ball. "This damn weather, it's really cold..." Xu Qing muttered in a low voice.As soon as he uttered a ghost word, he tightened his hand holding the lantern.The place I went to just now is really evil, even if it is Ghost Domain, it's nothing more than that, it's almost breathless.If it weren't for the friendship between my family and Mr. Li for many years, the ghost would come to give him this worthless thing.Bah, why did you mention this ghost word again?I don’t want to mention it, but those bells... those faces... Thinking of that terrible scene, Xu Qing still felt that something was watching him in the dark. He couldn’t help but looked around, but there was no movement. Only the wind rustled in his ears.The sky seemed to be getting colder. He shivered, shrank his neck, lowered his head, and continued walking step by step.

This road is really long, it seems that there is no end, logically, it should be here... He looked up and saw that the sky was so dark that he couldn't see the slightest light. A crow screamed a few times, with a shrill voice. For some reason, his heart felt weak, and his feet became tighter and tighter. "Ding—" there was a misty bell.Xu Qing was startled, and looked up in the direction where the bell rang.Not far ahead, something seemed to be moving slowly in the darkness. "Who? Who's there?" Xu Qing asked boldly. There was no answer, and the black shadow was still slowly moving towards him.

Every time it moves, there is a faint bell sound coming from the wind. The sound of the bell was very soft, especially weak in the wind, like the sob of a sad woman after losing her young son, or like the desperate murmur of a lonely unjust victim in the tomb. "Who? Exactly... who is it?" Xu Qing's hand holding the lantern trembled. A hoarse, deep voice sounded faintly in the darkness.Like complaining, crying, sighing, moaning, I can't tell what kind of sound it is, and I can't understand its meaning, because it is not like the sound that humans can make... In the dead of night, the west window is snow-cold, a red silk hangs, and there is a ghost hanging the bell.

A string of weird bells, scary grimaces, and the scary rumor that Mr. Li told flashed through his mind quickly, Xu Qing's hairs stood on end in an instant!God!I actually let myself meet it!However, it seems that there is a way to escape after encountering this thing. What did Mr. Li say?Xu Qing, think about it, think about it... "Ding - ding -", the black shadow gradually approached, and the sound of the bell became more and more clear, as if something was twisting and trying to agitate and break out from the darkness. Xu Qing froze there, desperately thinking about the way to save his life.

Suddenly, Mr. Li's old voice sounded next to his ears: "Remember, Ah Qing, if you encounter that thing, if you still haven't seen anything, you must close your eyes immediately!" By the way, close your eyes!Can't see anything!He immediately closed his eyes tightly.The moment he closed his eyes tightly, a bell rang, and a gray-white thing slowly and silently invaded the halo of the lantern. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the red thread. The silk thread was so bright red that it seemed to be soaked with blood. Hanging little bells. Xu Qing's heart was like being immersed in snow water, and he kept silently saying: I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything...

"Ding - ding -" Following the ringing of the bell, he felt something standing in front of him. Xu Qing's breathing stopped, she couldn't even move a single finger, like a piece of wood carving, she let the unknown terror gently approach her. With the sound of the bell, his brain seemed to be empty, he was unconscious, and his seven souls and six souls disappeared.At this moment, the time is so long. Just standing there in a daze for an unknown period of time, he suddenly woke up. What about that thing?Still there?He lowered his head and opened his eyes tremblingly. Suddenly, his hand holding the lantern began to tremble.

He found that under the light, his originally shrunk shadow had grown bigger at some point, and was wriggling under the light. His hands trembled more and more, and the shadow gradually lengthened accordingly. Xu Qing yelled, threw away the lantern, and ran forward desperately. Before he ran very far, his feet slipped and he fell hard on the snow, covered in snow all over his body.Not caring much, he got up awkwardly and ran again desperately.He kept running like this, kept falling down, and then tried his best to get up and run again. The sound of the wind rang shrillly in his ears, the sky and the earth kept turning upside down, and everything in the darkness seemed to have life, twisting and falling down one after another, pressing towards him.

His body was getting heavier and heavier, and finally, when he climbed up again, he could no longer run, and could only bend his body and pant desperately. Sweat soaked his inner jacket at some point, and the north wind blew through, making it bone-chillingly cold. Okay... are you all right?He thought so, but didn't dare to turn his head back. Suddenly, he felt something moving beside his ear, and subconsciously squinted his eyes little by little. There, a pale and bloodless hand was slowly protruding forward from the back of his head without a sound.With the faint light on the snow, he could see that the thumb and forefinger of that hand were holding a silk thread, and at the end of the thread was tied a small copper bell with a strange face engraved on it. Under the moonlight, that face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, especially weird.

"In the dead of night, the west window is snow-cold, and the red silk hangs, and there is a ghost hanging the bell." The sixteen strange characters twisted and shone with strange light, flowing slowly in front of him, gathering and dispersing. "Ghost...Ghost...Ghost Lingling..." He murmured in despair. Under his horrified gaze, the hand shook slightly. "Ding——" the copper bell turned over, and for a moment, that face seemed to come alive, opened his eyes, and smiled strangely at him. Night Breeze howled, and the boundless darkness quickly swallowed up his desperate screams.