Who is my upstairs

Chapter 100 The Infant Spirit Saves the Mother
Yingling also developed a kind of mother-child affection towards Yang Xiaofan, lying on Yang Xiaofan's shoulder and crying "Wow", Yang Xiaofan hugged Yingling like his own baby, and carried him to the second floor to rest.

The yin energy on Yang Xiaofan's body was very heavy, which made Yingling feel very comfortable. It rubbed its eyes, and suddenly said: "Mom, she said, there is something wrong with the water!"

After the baby spirit became a resentful spirit, although it had grown up a bit, it could not express many words.After it finished speaking, it seemed that there were no other words to express what it wanted to say.

water problem...

What did she say?
Yang Xiaofan didn't understand who she was at first, the conversation between Ying Ling and the woman's head suddenly flashed in his mind, could it be that what Ying Ling said was the woman's head?
The water in Li's ancestral house always has a strange smell when you drink it. The taste is hard to describe. It smells like rust. When you drink it, your mouth seems to be drinking diluted blood, and you can smell it with your nose. fishy smell.

No one would dare to drink this kind of water without knowing why.

Apart from having financial difficulties when Yang Xiaofan first moved here, he drank the water here for a few days.For the rest of the time, Yang Xiaofan went back to the nearby supermarket to buy bottled water for drinking.

"Little thing, can mother give you a name?" Yang Xiaofan could touch Yingling's hair, it was softer than a baby's hair, and the cool feeling was very comfortable to touch.

Yingling didn't have many expressions to express emotion, it just stared blankly at Yang Xiaofan, nodded, and touched Yang Xiaofan's face with its own little hand.

"Mom." The clearest word it can pronounce is probably the word mother. Every time Yang Xiaofan hears Yingling calling his mother, he always feels a special sense of happiness in his heart.

Yang Xiaofan thought it would be good to have an infant spirit by her side and treat it as her own child, but she couldn't think of a nice name after thinking about it for a long time, so she just said directly: "I will call you Xiaobao from now on, little baby, okay? "

Yingling didn't seem to understand Yang Xiaofan's meaning, his eyes still looked at Yang Xiaofan curiously, Yang Xiaofan didn't know how to explain the meaning of the name to an infant spirit.

I can only teach it slowly in the future. This night is colder than other nights, and the sound of knocking on the door downstairs is very loud.

"Yang Xiaofan! Come out! Yang Xiaofan..."

The long-lost cry of the soul reappeared in this cold and quiet night, Yang Xiaofan thought that that thing was just calling the door outside the door at most.

Turn off the light, prepare to call the baby spirit back into the ring, and then sleep.

The baby spirit seemed unwilling to go back into the ring, and hugged Yang Xiaofan's neck anxiously. Yang Xiaofan saw that the baby spirit was so sticky to him, and now he was not so afraid of it in his heart, so he wrapped his arms around it slowly to rest in his arms.

However, something unusual happened...

It was suddenly quiet outside the gate on the first floor, and the air in this room suddenly became icy. Yang Xiaofan opened his eyes anxiously, and a white face hung upside down from the ceiling.

The thing's face was as long as a shoehorn, with a pointed head and a flat chin.

The teeth in one mouth were intertwined, all covered with brown tartar, and the mouth seemed to never be able to close, opening like a sprite.

The bright red tongue sticks out...

It has a big white umbrella on its back, no clothes on its body, only white cloth tied around its waist, it feels like...

The little devil in the palace of the king of hell! !

It looked at Yang Xiaofan with icy eyes, and then slowly stretched out its withered hand.

Yang Xiaofan wanted to escape with the baby spirit in his arms, but found that his consciousness seemed to be brought to another world, his body was abnormally cold, as if frozen, and the nerve center of the brain could no longer control the movements of his limbs.

Fear made her almost unable to breathe, unable to move her body, let alone run away, unable to utter half a syllable from her mouth, this feeling was the worst since Yang Xiaofan experienced so many horrible incidents.

If Yang Xiaofan remembers correctly, it is the thing that has been knocking on the door, and that thing has always relied on persistently calling out for its soul.

Now he broke through the door to get the yellow talisman and entered the room.

Yang Xiaofan could only watch helplessly as the hand of that thing slowly came down from the sky, then grabbed Yang Xiaofan's neck, it grinned, and spoke human words in that unintelligible tone: "Yang Xiaofan, I let you You hide, I let you hide... you still have to die..."

Its hand feels colder than ice, that feeling is that when its hand touches the skin, it feels like its whole body has been sealed by ice.

Under the numbness of the scalp, Yang Xiaofan watched in panic as the thing tightened his fingers little by little, and felt that it was difficult to breathe, but his body could not struggle, let alone scream.

Everything was silent. She knew that if she died like this, she would not be discovered until the body stinks and Xu Gang or Li Shaohuang came back.

The results sent to the forensic doctor showed that there were no wounds on his body, nor was he poisoned. In the autopsy report, either sudden death or frightened death was written.

In short, if he died, his death would only be unclear, and even the cause of death could not be found out.

The fear of death spread to Yang Xiaofan's whole body, cold sweat covered her forehead, she felt a lot of unwillingness in her heart, but her body could not move.

She already felt that the thing was pinching her neck and it was about to break, suffocation, pain...

All in the hollow and silent silence...

Instead of struggling on the edge of painful life and death, Yang Xiaofan has already given up the will to survive.

The baby spirit that had been curled up in her arms because of fear suddenly moved, Yang Xiaofan never expected the baby spirit to save him in a dying moment.

After all, it cannot possess human emotions.

But, at this moment, the little thing opened its mouth, and bit hard the withered hand that was pinching Yang Xiaofan's throat.

You must know that "the infant spirit saves the mother" was originally a legendary thing. In order to save the mother in his mind, the strength of the infant spirit's struggle was enough to make the monster feel scared.

The monster withdrew its hand at once, staring at Yang Xiaofan resentfully.

Yang Xiaofan felt that his body could move, he gasped hard, his gaze was still fixed on the monster's every move.

Ying Ling showed a fierce expression towards the monster, "Aww" a few times, and looked a bit like a newborn Tibetan mastiff. Its fighting power may not be strong, but it forced the thing to the ceiling bit by bit unwillingly. The top recedes.

(End of this chapter)