The ancient medieval wall clocks were dumb in texture and sounded gloomy twelve times. The candlelight in the room automatically turned black without wind.

Zhou Ran's eyes stinged slightly, but she also quickly adapted to such darkness.

The outside of the window was pitch black, which was the kind of black without any light source, the moon, and the glowing insects. Occasionally, the chirping sound of crows flying by, and the buzzing sound of insects flapping their wings made people feel numb. The weather here is also very strange, sometimes cold and sometimes sunny, but fortunately, the fireplace in the room regulates the temperature for players.

Zhou Ran was a little tired and curled up into a little rabbit.

She lay on the bed surrounded by tents and lace, rubbed her silk-textured pillow with her side face, closed her eyes and breathed quietly in the castle.

The little paper man left the fireplace and got into Zhou Ran's black hair, playing with her soft hair.

Zhou Ran opened her eyes and found Xiaoshu looking at her, wanting her to play with it.

These two little paper men look exactly the same, but their personalities are a little different. Xiaohua is a little more powerful, lively and flirting, and even dares to open his mouth to bite Xiang Jiangming's fingers. He is calmer and always doesn't scream or make noise. However, he is very childish when he is not there, and likes to get into Zhou Ran's hair to play hide-and-seek.

"It's too late to play tomorrow."

"Let's play tomorrow."

"What did you say?"

Zhou Ran was a little surprised and sat up from the bed with her hand. She opened her hand and jumped to the palm of her hand. Her small eyes looked at her.

"You can talk?"

"say?"

Nuo Shengsheng's tone was exactly the same, it turned out that he was just learning to speak.

"Call mom."

"Call mom."

"No, it's mom."

"Yes, mom."

Zhou Ran touched its head and smiled softly.

I didn’t know how to learn to speak before, but after I came here, I not only could speak, but my body grew a little bit - can they grow up like humans after entering this world?

Zhou Ran also picked up Xiaohua and placed it next to the pillow, whispering: "It's time to go to bed, children, there will be a wonderful equestrian performance tomorrow, let's go together..."

"Demon!" Suddenly, a shrill shout sounded in the empty room.

The sound was broken, like a sharp blade stuck in the throat, accompanied by the vocal cords and blood foam overflowed.

Zhou Ran's heart sank and said vigilantly: "Who is it!"

After she asked, she regretted it. How could it be human if she could make such a strange sound?

"What a wonderful thing? That's the devil's trick!" The voice came from above Zhou Ran's head.

The gray-green air twisted, and the coolness instantly crawled through every blood vessel of Zhou Ran. She tightened her body and looked up. Her black eyeballs hung on the chandelier, staring at Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran didn't expect there to be a pair of eyes there. Obviously, those eyes didn't expect Zhou Ran to see it accurately. After facing each other, the two pairs of eyes were frozen for a moment, and the room was as quiet as if dead.

Zhou Ran's body stiffened and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

The roof of the castle is very high, and a gorgeous chandelier hung directly above the bed. The colorful crystal carved beautiful patterns, surrounded by a candle like real petals.

The candle automatically went out as soon as it reached twelve o'clock. Zhou Ran thought it was a game mechanism, but now she realized that it was not the case. The reason why it got dark was because of the burnt black piece of meat blocking the lights.

The flames were buried under the meat pieces, and the sizzling sound made the heart numb. There was a large burnt piece of meat hanging under the chandelier. The big piece of meat was a human shape, but it was obvious that there was a part of it missing. The broken mouth was bloody and the shape just matched the piece of meat that blocked the light.

It seemed that he bit off a part of his body and covered the lights.

Zhou Ran: "Who are you?"

"You can really see me!" The ghost's voice was shrill, and the gurgling blood was very cunning: "Devil, cruel demon, I want to send you back to hell!"

"I'm not a demon."

"Oh--"

The black thing opened its mouth wide, revealing a bright red tongue, and a pair of arms quickly grew from the rotten and burnt pieces of meat. However, its body was still like an invertebrate reptile, and its rotten legs barely hooked on the lamp feet, and its body lengthened and hung down.

It reached out to pinch Zhou Ran's neck, and Zhou Ran jumped off the bed.

Zhou Ran's adrenal hormones soared wildly, and she ran to the door at a speed of 100 meters to open the door. But the scene outside the room shocked her. There was no room outside the room. A low grape forest became a forest outside the room. Fruit insects flew in groups, and the blackness was like a dark cloud pressing against the top of the roof, and they were about to rush into the room.

Zhou Ran's pupils shrank violently and immediately fell on the door. The insects hit the door and made a hissing sound of a broken body.

She turned around and ran to the scroll immediately, but the passage there was already surrounded by black fog, the cover of the grave was wide open, the cross trembled left and right, and a grim chuckled inside.

"Go to die!"

The ghost behind him aimed at Zhou Ran and chased after him. The dark claws turned into sharp swords, stabbing directly into Zhou Ran's eyes. The speed of the speed made Zhou Ran blink quickly and stressed. The green pupil cat suddenly shrank like a cat, and two lights shot out to stab the ghost.

The two lights penetrated the ghost's chest like sharp swords, and instantly scattered flesh, the pungent smell of blood and the corpse-rotten breath rush out, which was disgusting.

The ghost screamed miserablely: "Ah--it hurts!"

Zhou Ran shortened and escaped from restraint, jumped over the fireplace to the candlestick, and grabbed the flint.

He is afraid of fire, he must be afraid of fire!

Swish, swish.

At this time, Zhou Ran's heartbeats like a drum, and she tried her best to light the candle with both hands, but the flint could not rub out any of the sparks. The sound of the stone hitting was as depressing and desperate as if it was hitting the heart.

Screaming, Screaming.

"Fire, fire is coming out soon." Zhou Ran's forehead was covered with fine sweat.

The ghost went crazy, and his whole body was burned with black bubbles, and he roared fiercely: "Give it back to me, give me what belongs to me!"

The little paper man jumped out of Zhou Ran's hair anxiously and jumped on Zhou Ran's left and right hands respectively: "Jiji!"

Decimal shouted at a loss.

It wanted to rub Xiaohua with its body, but the two paper men were too weak to get a spark. Xiaohua's vocabulary was too small to convey the exact meaning, and he was so anxious that he bit Zhou Ran's fingers: "Jijiji!"

Zhou Ran looked at them, and the picture of the first copy of the little girl NPC using paper man flashed quickly in her mind.

Yes, they are fire.

Zhou Ran stretched out her hand and rubbed the two paper men for a moment. A ball of bright red flame soared into the sky and instantly shone the whole room. The ghost roared in pain, and his body was immediately covered with bubbles, and it began to roll like water boiling.

Zhou Ran rubbed again and pointed the flame at his body. The monster was instantly swallowed by the fire, stretched his hands and feet outside and struggled, making a desperate roar. After a while, it could not make any sound, and its body disappeared bit by bit in the flames.

The fire extinguished, Zhou Ran's knees softened and fell heavily on the carpet.

At the same time, Tian Lele lay down early in the room at the other end of the hall. After a while, the candles in the room burned out. She was a little afraid of the darkness and wanted to light a candlestick in the room. So she fumbled out and tried to get out of bed, and reached out to touch the flint, but she felt a piece of cold skin.

"Ah—" She screamed, her mouth was covered, and a sharp arrow penetrated into her throat. Then, her eyes were dug out, and a cold voice hummed in the room in a creepy tone: "The grapes are ripe, and the juice is flowing out. The grapes are ripe..."

After Zhou Ran sat down, a feeling of relief from the power of her power came instantly. She reached out and gently supported her forehead.

"Jiji."

"Thank you."

Zhou Ran slowly recovered her breathing, spread her palms, and the little paper man jumped a few times and sat on the palm of her palm.

At this time, they lost their vitality as before, and their bodies seemed to shrink a little, but they looked at Zhou Ran with great concern, and rubbed their little heads between Zhou Ran's fingers: "Jiji."

"good."

Zhou Ran's lips bent, she smiled, and touched their heads one by one.

Zhou Ran recovered quickly. She stood up and walked to the front of the painting just now and knocked on the wall. Xiang Jiangming had no response. It seemed that the black fog had isolated the sound, and she didn't know whether the other party was dead or alive.

She had no other choice but to lie back on the bed and try to stop thinking about what had just happened.

Zhou Ran thought that she would definitely not be able to sleep after such a terrifying scene occurred, but not long after she lay down, the sound of the leaves blowing in her ears came.

The sound seemed to be coming from the next door. The tune was leisurely and distant, completely different from the shrill shouts just now. The delicate tune was like a bright moon hanging high in the sky, wrapping all the noises down and weaving them into soft clouds in the sky. As she listened, her chest and throat relaxed, and her sleepiness came like a tide.

After a while, the tone gradually became slower and weaker, gradually becoming as weak as a tiny spring water. Zhou Ran's consciousness chased the sound and flew further away. She heard a little tiny and soft hum in her nose, and then slowly closed her eyes.

No dreams all night.

At nine o'clock the next morning, Zhou Ran was awakened by an anxious knock on the door.

The little paper man was sleeping soundly on the bed. Zhou Ran put them next to the fireplace, put on his shoes and walked to the door: "Who is it?"

"I, Xiang Jiangming, hit the door..."

Zhou Ran opened her door.

Yesterday's grape forest turned back to the hall, with crystal lamps hanging from the high roof, while Xiang Jiangming was standing at the door, and his hands knocking on the door hovered in mid-air.

He didn't seem to have a good sleep, his dark circles were a little heavy, and bloodshot could be seen in his eyes.

Xiang Jiangming's voice was as deep as some kind of musical instrument: "Come here." Then he held Zhou Ran to him without saying a word. His eyes quickly passed through her body, as if confirming something.

Soon, he withdrew his gaze, grabbed her hand but unconsciously used his strength.

"What's wrong with President Xiang?"

"I've had a nightmare."

"What dream?"
To be continued...