‘Is it possible, is it possible that I encountered a ghost!?’ Zhang Wulang’s face slowly turned pale and he became a little uneasy.

Just then.

squeak

The door opened.

Zhang Wulang was overjoyed and hurriedly walked over and stepped through the door.

The main hall is brightly lit and warm as spring, and the house is extremely exquisite, completely different from the rough stone house outside.

The wooden furniture, tables and chairs also have carved patterns. Some unknown and strange ornaments are hung on the walls, and in the middle of the main hall, a middle-aged man is sitting.

A chubby, expressionless middle-aged man.

"Tell me a joke." The man suddenly said.

Zhang Wulang was stunned and stood at the door without reacting.

"What?" He looked at the other person, wondering if he had heard wrong just now. "My name is Zhang Wulang. I am a herb collector who lives nearby. I accidentally fell down a slope and fell into a coma. I can't go home, so I

I have to come here for help. I still hope.”

"Tell a joke."

The middle-aged man said it again.

Zhang Wulang heard clearly this time, and he felt something was wrong. He looked around and saw that there was no one else in the main hall except this man.

In the middle of the night, this man was sitting alone in the main hall where he was entertaining guests, motionless and expressionless. It felt a little strange no matter what.

"I, I can't tell jokes, I'm sorry." Zhang Wulang felt a chill in his heart, and his legs and feet began to tremble faintly.

"Tell a joke."

The third time, the man's strange and calm voice sounded again.

Zhang Wulang collapsed a little. He backed up and tried to exit the door.

"I, I," he sweated out in large drops, and his breathing began to become rapid and disordered.

Bang!!

Suddenly, the door slammed shut.

The lights in the main hall suddenly went out, and everything fell into darkness.

I don't know how long it took.

The white light lit up again in the dark main hall, and everything returned to calm.

A figure sitting on the main seat was reflected on the window paper, motionless.

Other than that, there was no other person in the house.

"Help, help!" Suddenly, there were footsteps coming from outside the stone house.

A distressed man covered in mud and water stumbled into the courtyard. When he saw the lighted main hall, he was overjoyed and rushed over.

squeak

The wooden door opens and closes.
Chapter completed!