This is the unconscious instinct to make a sound when a person is strongly stimulated or frightened.

He finally understood why his shoulders were so sore, and why the corpse by the window had to carry a bronze mirror with him.

This is to observe whether he has been laid on his shoulders by the resentful spirit.

When did it lie on my shoulders, when I walked into the courtyard, or into this room?

Who gave me the courage to go out and explore, Liang Jingru? !

My mind seemed to explode, all kinds of thoughts popped up in an instant, and panic hit me like a frenzy.

Although he knew that there were weird and frightening things in this temple, and he was prepared in his heart, but when he really faced the ghost, he still felt unspeakable panic.

By the way, I have a talisman... With trembling hands, Zhang Yuanqing took out the yellow paper talisman in the left pocket of the jacket, and stuck it on his shoulder like a dead horse.

Snapped!

The corpse-preventing talisman was patted on his shoulder, he raised the brass mirror, and carefully took a picture, the man with a pale face, black lips, and a pair of dead white pupils was still lying on his shoulder.

It's useless, this thing is not considered a corpse...... The last trace of luck is gone, Zhang Yuanqing feels more and more sore shoulders, and cold hands and feet.

These are not illusions, but actual loss of yang energy.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing thought of the corpse under the table in the main hall, and the senior who died tragically under the window. Next, he might die here like the two of them.

There was a bone-chilling chill in my heart.

"Da da!"

Suddenly, at this fatal moment, slight footsteps came from the corridor outside. .

The footsteps are light, but in the silent night, they are very clear.

...... Zhang Yuanqing shuddered, and quickly squatted down, squatting next to the corpse under the window.

The sound of footsteps was somewhat familiar, similar to the sound he heard when he entered the temple.

"Da da da......"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, walking towards this side, Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to breathe, his whole body was tense, and he vaguely heard his frantic heartbeat.

When the footsteps passed by the window, Zhang Yuanqing still couldn't hold back, and glanced at the floor of the room. The moonlight shone in, forming a lattice window shadow on the floor.

The window was not high, only reaching to the waist. With a normal height, passing by the window would definitely be reflected on the ground by the moonlight, but he didn't see anything.

This shows that the things passing by outside the window have no bodies.

Fortunately, the footsteps passed by the window, did not stop, did not enter the house, and gradually faded away.

Huh... Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief silently, focusing on catching the sound of footsteps going away, and heard it stepping into the yard, making a "rustling" sound of trampling on the weeds.

Then it stopped, and a few seconds later, the footsteps sounded again.

This time the footsteps are not simply walking, but steps with a certain law and rhythm.

What is it doing in the yard?

Supporting his cold body, Zhang Yuanqing stood up with some difficulty, and looked out through the tattered window paper. JrNovels.com