In the middle of the night, I woke up in a daze and glanced out the window. Today, the moon was as round as a big roulette, but the bright moonlight looked particularly cold.

"Uncle Seven?" I called my father, but no one had spoken to me for a long time. Thinking of this, I immediately shouted, "Grandma? Grandma?"

But no one answered me. There was only a dim oil lamp in the room. I was frightened, close to the oil lamp. The faint light gave me a sense of security.

"Huh?" I was surprised and looked down and saw a thin layer of water on the ground. The shoes made a slight sound. My heart skipped a beat. A very cold wind blew, and the back became cold. When I looked up, the only oil lamp had already gone.

"Dada..."

Immediately afterwards, footsteps came from the stairs, and the sound was very dull. I couldn't see the person clearly, but I just felt like he had been walking on a stairs for a long time.

"Who? Where is who?" I shouted loudly, grabbing the broom in the house in my hand, and staring at the person on the stairs with my eyes tightly.

He didn't answer me, but the speed of going down the stairs was getting slower and slower, as if he had difficulty lifting every step. I looked at him tightly, moved my body toward the entrance of the stairs, and finally saw clearly the person on the stairs with the help of the moonlight.

"Uncle Qi?" The person on the stairs was his father. He held the stairs and stepped down one by one. His eyes turned pale and his body was even more of a machine.

"What's wrong with you? Answer?" I shouted loudly, but he still didn't say anything and walked there. I ran up angrily, grabbed his hand, and my hair stood up when I started.

But the next second I realized that I was grabbing the handrail of the stairs. My father actually walked down through my body. I stared at his back tightly. Suddenly a drop of liquid dripped from the head, hitting my forehead. At the same time, a rotten smell came into my nose. Looking down from the stairs, I saw that my father had no feet in my direction.

His trousers were empty, but he could still support his body to walk down. I said something bad now and immediately wanted to jump from the stairs to the main hall. The material jumped into the air. Suddenly, his hand was pulled by a handful of hair, and he hung me in the air, only a few millimeters from the ground.

"Hehe..." My father suddenly turned around and smiled at me with a dismal smile, showing a scarlet teeth, which scared me sobbed and choked, staring at him with a tight voice. He seemed to ignore me and walked straight down. I was so scared that I didn't dare to say anything. The liquid on my head dripped down again, and the stench came even heavier.

I couldn't help but raise my head and glance at the top of my head. There was nothing but black. I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when I remembered where the hair that held my hand came from? I felt a chill on my back. I knew that the thing was coming. Although I was mentally prepared, I couldn't help but tremble.

"Xiaojiu, can you come down and accompany me? I'm so cold!"

"Okay your mother!" I hung in the air and punched me with my backhand. Halfway through the blow, a pale face was instantly pressed against my chest. She stretched out a black tongue and licked my face.

My face turned pale at the moment, and I struggled violently in the air. Suddenly I remembered that there was a lighter in my pocket that I usually use for smoking. After I took it out, I pointed the lighter at the hair on my wrist.

"You dare" she roared, and grabbed my neck, making my eyes turn white and my face instantly turned purple.

"Fuck you" I resisted the huge pain, and the lighter in my hand ignited the hair. The hair was like oil, and the fire filled instantly. The burning smell made my stomach churned.

The fire broke her hair, and she screamed and climbed up the roof. As for me in the air, I fell straight to the ground. Fortunately, it was not high and I didn't hurt any of it, but her claws just now really pinched me.

I crawled on the ground and coughed violently. The thing on the roof screamed and pounced down again. At that moment, I suddenly rolled forward and was not angry. When I turned on the lighter, the tiny flame scared her and screamed, and I was instantly wet by the water poured from the top of my head.

"Xiaojiu, don't be afraid of fighting with him, ghosts are afraid of evil people!" Grandma's voice came from the door. They must have heard the movement in the room. After hearing her words, I felt an inexplicable thing coming to my heart. I threw away the lighter and rushed towards the thing on the side. I suddenly penetrated the material out of her body, and my hand was pulled by Uncle Qi who came down from the stairs.

He had a pale face, his purple mouth moved and suddenly opened, and his sharp teeth were about to bite my head, because Uncle Qi was shorter than me, and I immediately jumped up, and he bit my shoulder tightly.

The huge pain made my teeth almost shatter. I kicked him on the body, but I still couldn't kick the real thing. The ghosts were spiritual bodies, and I couldn't touch them, but how did they touch me?

When the female ghost on the side saw that I was bitten, she flew over from the side and reached out to grab it from the neck. At this critical moment, I felt that my body was hot and my eyes instantly swelled and hurt. I stretched out my hand and pinched the female ghost flying in.
Chapter completed!