Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

It is precisely because of this that Xia Lingge did not attract much attention when she walked on the street. She was penniless and her pockets were cleaner than her face. When she saw the word 'pawn shop' in traditional Chinese, she hesitated and groped her whole body, but she also I can't find anything suitable for exchanging money.

He sighed and walked aimlessly.

The sky is dark, and only the faint orange-red sunset reflects the blood-colored sky. The cobblestone mossy streets have a faint yellowish shadow, the gray walls, the black tiles, and the weeping willows beside the river sway their branches and leaves. The long slanting shadows are like the claws of a ghost.

It's getting dark.

But Xia Lingge didn't find anything. The thought of having great luck and meeting acquaintances gradually faded away as the sun set, and finally disappeared. Pedestrians on the road were busy, running for survival, and no one cared much about them. she.

It was still a bit cold in the early summer night. She rubbed her arms twice, and her hungry stomach began to growl in protest again.

"Tsk tsk, what a shame."

The man in black robe's voice, which was not too serious about the excitement, sounded again.

"To shut up."

Xia Lingge scolded lightly.

She needs to find something to eat.

The steamed bun shop on the roadside began to close its stall, but couldn't hold back the faint aroma of white noodles. Xia Lingge couldn't help but stop and take a quiet look at the steamed bun stall.

"Girl?"

The man selling steamed buns was an old man. He folded the white linen cloth and stood up, just in time to meet Xia Lingge's eyes.Xia Lingge nodded lightly to him as a greeting, then turned back and continued walking forward.

But before she took two steps, the old man behind suddenly stopped her and stuffed two steamed buns into her hand.

Xia Lingge was stunned.

"Are you starving?" The old man's wrinkled face was filled with pity. "How come you, a girl, come out at night? How dangerous it is."

Xia Lingge looked at the two pieces of steamed buns in his hand, still a little bit disappointed.

"Don't worry, I made these steamed buns myself, there will be no problem." The old man explained.

Xia Lingge shook his head: "I have no money."

"I don't want your money." The old man said, "I just couldn't bear to see you, a little girl, walking alone on the street. Why didn't you go home?"

"I don't know where home is." Xia Lingge said silently, "Uncle, have you ever seen me?"

The old man was stunned after hearing this, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were even more worried: "You, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you have forgotten...?"

Xia Lingge said nothing and nodded.

"Poor baby."

The old man looked around the streets, and saw that there were not many people there anymore, and the sky was getting darker and darker. The cool wind contrasted with the red flowers and green willows of the prosperous streets, but it looked even more eerie and terrifying.

He looked at the helpless Xia Lingge again, "Hey... girl, if you are willing, you can go back with me first? Don't worry, I am the only half-buried old man in the house, and there are no other outsiders."

Xia Lingge also took a look at the rich sky and the helpless self, "...Okay, then I'll trouble you." The old man walked back to the steamed bun stall, packed up the stall, picked up the basket, and walked along the street toward the southeast small As he walked down the alley, Xia Lingge followed him and chatted.

They talked a lot.

The old man said that he was a native and had grown up in this small town since he was a child. Later, his family found him a hard-working but somewhat temperamental daughter-in-law. The two of them often quarreled, but their lives were quite lively.

Later, a son was born, and the son married a daughter-in-law, who gave birth to a well-behaved little daughter. Although the family lived a tight life, they were reunited and harmonious.

"But such days never last long."

The old man sighed: "My son is a rickshaw driver. As long as he can make money, he can do any hard or tiring job, so he took an order from a young man, but..."

His voice was a little choked.

"But that man is a beast! He gave my son money and asked my son to crawl over broken wine bottles to imitate howling like a dog. He also used ropes to help him hang up by his limbs and drank wine with his head down..."

"When I came back, I was all confused and left within two days... After that, my old wife and daughter-in-law couldn't bear the blow, so they left one after another, leaving me and my little granddaughter to depend on each other."

The old man stretched out his hand to wipe away two tears: "But my little granddaughter is also unlucky. When she was seven years old, she went out to play and was abducted by some bastard. Until now, she has not been found. If my little granddaughter My granddaughter is still alive and must be as old as you."

Xia Lingge walked silently behind the old man. The Republic of China was in chaos. If nothing happened, the abducted children would never be found again. She looked at the old man's old and thin features in the moonlight. , the pain of life is like a burden on his shoulders - heavy, but unable to let go.

She was silent for a while and said slowly: "Your little granddaughter must be living well somewhere, and she will miss you as much as you miss her. You will be reunited sooner or later."

"I don't want to be reunited, I just want her to be safe." The old man choked up his voice and turned to comfort Xia Lingge, "Don't worry too much. You forgot the way home, but your family will follow it." The road will find you, but it’s best to regain your memory as soon as possible.”

Xia Lingge nodded: "Yes."

The old man's home is a simple house built of thatch and wood. There is nothing in the house, broken wooden tables and chairs, and a big hard kang head. There is a room on the left separated by a bamboo curtain, and the rest is outside the house. There is a pot for cooking.

"Girl, you can sleep in there tonight." The old man opened the floor-to-ceiling bamboo curtain and let Xia Lingge in. There were only a bed, a wooden cabinet, and a table similar to a dressing table. Nothing at all.

The old man said: "This is the house where my son and daughter-in-law lived. I clean it every day. It is very clean."

"This is already very good, thank you sir."

Xia Lingge thanked him and the old man walked out.

An oil lamp was lit on the table, and the flame as big as a bean flickered on and off, but it couldn't dispel much darkness at all.

Xia Lingge walked to the window and reached out to flip the window sash. It was quiet outside, with no sound at all.She went to the drawer again and opened it. There was only a set of cotton bedding and pillows inside. She closed the wooden cabinet and opened the dressing table. She found that there was a wooden hairpin for holding hair inside. The workmanship was a bit rough.

She took the wooden hairpin and put it on the edge of the table, polishing it back and forth until the bottom of the wooden hairpin was sharp, and then she put it into her sleeve.

All things being the same,
Don't be afraid of [-], just be afraid of what happens.

She gathered her clothes and lay down on the bed without a quilt. She slightly opened the window lattice and closed her eyes to rest, but she also listened carefully to the sounds coming from outside.

I do not know how long it has been……

'boom'!
It was the sound of the door being knocked open by something heavy. (End of chapter)