"I dare not sleep, I always feel that there is someone outside the door!"

"I feel that Mom seems not Mom, and Dad is not Dad..."

"As long as I close my eyes, I can hear a knock outside the door, tick, tick..."

"Since seven days ago, this is true. As soon as I close my eyes, there will be a sound. The first time I walked out of bed, carried the candlelight, and walked to the door. I wanted to open the door, through the crack of the door... I saw that it was my father who knocked on the door!"

"Dad stood outside the door, staring straight at the door. When I looked at him through the crack in the door, he seemed... to be looking at me too!"

"I opened the door, and my father stood at the door, looking at me with a look I had never seen before, saying that I would go to bed early..."

"I was so scared and didn't dare to sleep. I just came the next day. I told my father when I was having breakfast, but my father said that I had been to my door in the future!"

...

Yangcheng, Liujia Village.

Liu Mansion.

Li Mao and the fully armed spiritual girl Han Xuanxuan finally rushed to the mansion entrusted by the ward before dark.

He came to the boudoir of the girl Liu Ziqing whom he wanted to protect.

In the boudoir, a girl with dark circles held her legs and hugged behind the bed. Her whole body was trembling constantly. Her eyes were full of fatigue and fatigue, but she was full of fear and did not dare to close her eyes.

The girl's eyes were covered with bloodshots, and her originally beautiful face was as ugly as earthy.

After seven days of sleep, the girl was about to collapse, and both mentally and physically reached her limit.

Outside the boudoir, Liu Ziqing's father, Mr. Liu, was walking with a haggard face, while his mother covered her face and cried continuously.

The spiritual girl Han Xuanxuan looked at the girl's face, and her face showed a hint of distress, listening carefully to the girl's words.

"I dare not sleep by myself, for fear that my father would knock on the door again in the middle of the night, so I asked my mother to sleep with me, but..."

"In the middle of the night, there was no knock on the door, but... there was a laugh in my ears, hoho, hohoho..."

"I opened my eyes and saw my mother lying on the head of my bed, tilting her head, staring at my face with a very strange look, her mouth was strangely raised, and the laughter that woke me up came out of her mouth..."

"Even the airflow that erupted from my mother's mouth was the cold air of snow in winter!"

"I...I was frightened...I closed my eyes again and didn't dare to open them..."

When Liu Ziqing said this, her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and the fear in her heart seemed to be about to overflow.

Han Xuanxuan hurriedly patted her and comforted her.

Li Mao was looking at the boudoir, but the layout of this boudoir was very simple and simple, with a tea table, a bed, a dressing table, and that's all.

Atop the dressing table, there was a bronze mirror, and the table was scattered with rouge and water powder used by the girl's home.

Without seeing anything possible, Li Mao withdrew his gaze and asked, "Miss Liu, are you dreaming?"

Unexpectedly, the words fell, but the girl became more and more nervous: "It's not a dream, it's not a dream! I'm not a dream! I dare not sleep, and I don't even dare to close my eyes!"

"I asked the guard to watch the door, but in the middle of the night, the guard fell asleep. My father still knocked on the door, and my mother also appeared at the head of the bed and smiled at me!"

The girl looked crazy, as if the last string in her heart was about to break.

Han Xuanxuan hurriedly comforted her: "We are the escorts of the Daxing Escort Agency. We will accompany you tonight. You can sleep with peace of mind and sleep with peace of mind."

The bright light disappeared in an instant, and then the Liu family fell into deathly darkness and silence.

The raindrops fell down and slapped on the black tiles, splashing out, spreading out a hazy mist, as if covering the entire world with a blurred gauze.

Inside Liu's mansion, Liu Ziqing's boudoir.

In the boudoir, the candle fire was extinguished. With Han Xuanxuan's care, Liu Ziqing finally lay on the bed and closed her eyes nervously.

As Liu Ziqing closed her eyes, the spiritual girl Han Xuanxuan leaned on her expensive exquisite weapon with one hand, wearing gorgeous armor, stared at Liu Ziqing's bedside like a sword, looking like a door god.

And outside the house.

Li Mao leaned against the doorpost and glanced sharply at the surroundings.

Time passes by bit by bit.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Dear, dear, dear.

Li Mao leaned against the door post and frowned.

In his ears, there was a knock on the door!

The sound came from the boudoir. Li Mao straightened his back and turned around and stared at the closed door.

There was no movement in the room, but there was a knock on the door echoing in his ears.

After thinking about it, Li Mao stretched out a finger calmly.

Punch a small hole in the paste on the doors and windows.

Put your head on and look inside.

Boom!

Above the dark clouds, thunderstorms suddenly sounded, and the azure blue lightning arc teared the dark night!

Li Mao saw the spiritual girl Han Xuanxuan through the small hole that was covered with paper. Han Xuanxuan tilted her head, had a strange expression on her face, and made a "hohoho" sound.

What are the spiritual girls doing?

Li Mao blinked.

Instantly.

Han Xuanxuan disappeared, or the paper hole was blocked.

And what blocks the hole in the paper is an eyeball.

It was a blood-covered eyeball with resentment, madness and maliciousness!

He stared straight at Li Mao through the paper hole that Li Mao poked out.

Um?

Li Mao subconsciously punched.
Chapter completed!