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Chapter 195 [Domain·Tuotuo Mountain] Ghost·Liu 2
Liu Yunfeng is dead!
Chen Ji's mind went blank!
He immediately realized something terrifying...
That is, why didn't Brother Liu Yunfeng knock on the door of the next room first?
Logically speaking, the miner next door, who had been in contact with the red jacket, should be more likely to be haunted by ghosts.
Chen Ji already knew the reason.
That's because the cave dwelling where Chen Ji was located... was their former dormitory.
There are three reasons:
First, those two helmets that "dead men have worn".
Second, Lao Yang's familiarity with the details of the red jacket.
Thirdly, whether Liu Yunfeng was being tricked or acting out of genuine concern, he always sought help from Lao Yang and Lao Sun first. This proves they were very familiar with each other.
Moreover, Old Sun's delirium proved this point.
Boom boom boom!
The knocking on the door continued.
The four people inside the room were all awake and dared not utter a sound!
Only Xu Sandao suddenly whispered in Chen Ji's ear, "Liu Er is missing."
To be precise, it was Liu Yunfeng's red jacket that disappeared.
In the reflection of the glass, only a figure wearing a military overcoat remained, his back no longer hunched.
However, this figure still looked somewhat out of place...
It doesn't feel quite like a human body.
What went wrong?
And where did Liu Er go?
Just as Chen Ji was frantically thinking—
The knocking stopped.
A few seconds later, the door, which had been locked with three locks, made a soft sound as it was pushed.
Squeak—
......
On the kang (a heated brick bed), a man's eyes were wide open.
His name is Zhang Xiangdong.
He came from a rural area in Jizhou and, through an introduction, came to Tuotuo Mountain near Tianhai to mine coal after the age of 40.
He lived in the second cave dwelling on the edge of the Tuotuoshan Coal Mine.
Zhang Xiangdong was very irritable tonight.
He heard that people had died in the mine. Of course, deaths are quite common in these illegal coal mines.
But what if he was killed by a demon?
Zhang Xiangdong was not a bold person; he didn't even dare to listen when others discussed the matter.
He didn't care who died. Zhang Xiangdong just wanted to go home!
Come back home!
But the damned mine owner shut down the mine the day before he was supposed to leave.
Zhang Xiangdong was very depressed tonight.
Wang and Zhu, who went down into the mine together, bought two bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).
He drank it.
All three of them drank, getting quite drunk, as if that would help them forget how bitter life was.
Zhang Xiangdong was so drunk that he mistook a red jacket for a ghost!
They even screamed in surprise!
But this seemed to be just a hallucination caused by drinking too much. Wang looked around but didn't see a single person.
But the half of the body wearing the red jacket was smiling at Zhang Xiangdong...
Zhang Xiangdong even remembers his bluish lips.
Is this really just an illusion?
Zhang Xiangdong was terrified tonight.
He was awakened by a knocking on the door at some point in the morning.
The room reeked of alcohol, and the air was thick with snoring. Wang and Zhu were both fast asleep on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Who's knocking on the door?
It's Liu Yunfeng.
Liu Yunfeng... I think I've heard of him, but I'm not familiar with him.
Zhang Xiangdong's thoughts drifted away. For some reason, after sobering up, he thought of that red jacket again.
Wang threw it into the snow, and the red spot in the white was as eye-catching as a drop of blood.
Zhang Xiangdong felt a chill for no apparent reason.
He squinted at Wang beside him. Wang was very young and surprisingly bold; it was he who had carried out the red jacket.
Zhang Xiangdong suddenly felt a wave of bad luck...
He silently moved closer to the wall, keeping himself as far away from Wang as possible.
Do ghosts really exist in this world? Zhang Xiangdong wondered wildly. If they really were ghosts, was he being haunted?
No, it won't!
Zhang Xiangdong suddenly felt a wave of fear. Luckily, he hadn't touched the red jacket!
Wang touched it, and Zhu touched it too; if the ghost is going to kill someone, it will kill them both!
at this time.....
He heard the knocking on the door outside, then suddenly stopped.
At the same time, a chilly wind blew in from the crack under the door.
Whoosh—whoosh.
Zhang Xiangdong was a little scared and clung tightly to the wall, as if there was a fortress behind him.
Whoosh—whoosh.
His hair was also ruffled...
It wasn't caused by the wind.
Zhang Xiangdong's eyes widened suddenly. At that moment, he felt a cold sensation on his forehead, as if something had swept over him!
Zhang Xiangdong slowly turned his head—
He saw it, right above his head, on the wall he was leaning against...
I don't know when, but a bright red jacket was hung up.
The hem of his shirt hung down just above his forehead.
Is it hanging?
Or is it still floating there?
Zhang Xiangdong's brain exploded with a loud bang, and his heart almost stopped!
He had no idea he could be so fast; in a second he was tucked under the covers, not daring to stick his head out even for a second!
In the pitch-black bed, Zhang Xiangdong trembled violently. The ghost had indeed come looking for them!
The room remained silent.
The wind seemed to have stopped... Zhang Xiangdong finally felt a touch of warmth.
He suddenly felt a little sleepy... he felt the blanket was too thick, and his body felt hot.
Just then, Zhang Xiangdong suddenly heard a coughing sound.
"My head is killing me... Is there any water?"
Wang woke up and sat up.
Zhang Xiangdong was secretly delighted. Wang had already clashed with the man in the red jacket, and now he was making such a big move...
Wouldn't that make us easy targets for the ghosts?
A rustling sound came from the bed, and the king got out of bed and lit the lamp.
A yellowish glow filled the room.
Nothing happened.
Zhang Xiangdong curled up tightly, listening intently to any sounds outside the blanket...
creak.
He suddenly heard a faint sound.
Zhang Xiangdong was stunned for a moment, then shrank even more.
creak.
and many more......
Zhang Xiangdong suddenly realized that the sound was coming from under the covers.
That's the sound of lacquered fabric rubbing together.
creak.
Zhang Xiangdong stiffly lowered his head—
Light filtered through the quilt, and he could vaguely see that he was wearing a bright red jacket, which he didn't know when...
The snow was still falling outside.
Wang Meng gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, looked around, and saw that Zhu was still snoring.
The wall next to the bed was bare, with nothing on it except for his own shadow.
He turned off the light, got onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and remained motionless under the quilt that had risen beside him.
"Is it that cold?"
Wang vaguely thought to himself, and then fell asleep.