Who is my upstairs

Chapter 79 Chance
When Yang Xiaofan heard this, the pain caused by the wound on the sole of her foot that was pierced by the gravel broke out along with the fear in her heart at this moment. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and the piercing pain did not want to be in the dream at all. Same happened.

She really wanted to sit down immediately and check the injuries on the soles of her feet. Such a strange scene before her made her body as if frozen by ice, so stiff that she couldn't move.

"Are you the bone at the gate of Li's ancestral house?" Yang Xiaofan spoke with difficulty, what the woman said reminded her of the bone washed out of the ground by the rain.

That white bone has no head, and the woman in front of her, as long as she moves a lot, the head on her neck will fall off.

The woman didn't answer her, she stretched out her long tongue excitedly to touch the side of her face, a disgusting rancid smell immediately exhaled from her mouth, and ginger saliva slid down her side face.

Yang Xiaofan retched a few times, but she was still pulling her little hand to run up the stone steps.

Thinking of his hand being grabbed by that rotten hand again, Yang Xiaofan struggled desperately and pulled out his hand, but everything seemed to be in vain.

That woman's strength was amazing, Yang Xiaofan's hand was firmly held by her, the more he struggled, the stronger the strength of the woman's hand, Yang Xiaofan felt that his bones were about to be crushed.

"Let me go..." Yang Xiaofan clenched his back molars tightly in pain, and his tone of voice seemed to become weak, she wanted to wake up quickly.

But this sleep seemed to be extraordinarily deep. No matter how much she urged herself to wake up in her mind, she still couldn't wake up from the dream.

The woman just turned her head around her neck, looked at Yang Xiaofan with a ferocious face, and laughed with her leaky mouth, "Yang Xiaofan, once you come in, you will never want to go out..."

Do not……

She is going out!

Is she going to stay in this terrible place all her life?
How can it be?

Yang Xiaofan wanted to struggle hard, but the reality didn't allow it, she was in unbearable pain, so she could only give up struggling, being pulled forward by her, it felt like walking in space, her body was light.

There was a gleam of white light on the hilltop in the distance, it should be the light emitted by the rising sun, and there will be dawn in this place.

At this time, it was the cold morning, the mountain road was icy cold, and the cold flowed from Yang Xiaofan's wounded soles to his forehead, she felt that she was in so much pain that she couldn't walk, and this terrifying woman was still dragging her forward.

Suddenly she stopped, and dragged Yang Xiaofan into a courtyard built halfway up the mountain, this courtyard was built in a very simple way, a bit like an ancient temple deep in the mountains.

The solar terms here seem to be a little different from those outside. The leaves on the trees are turning yellow, and the fallen trees in the courtyard are rustling.

A few young Taoist priests in gray robes were diligently cleaning the fallen leaves in the courtyard with brooms. Their steps were stiff, and the skin on their hands was as festered as that woman's.

They seemed...seemed to be dead too!
There is a set of stone tables and benches in the courtyard, the woman went in first, she didn't seem worried that Yang Xiaofan would not follow in, she just sat down in the courtyard.

Yang Xiaofan felt that if he didn't run away at this time, but followed her in, he would be really stupid. When he just wanted to turn around and run away, the pain in the soles of his feet made her feel like she couldn't move an inch.

Lifting the sole of her foot, she looked at it for a while, only to find that the sole of her foot was already bloody and bloody from the small stones. It was a miracle that she didn't faint immediately.

Perhaps the pain in the dream would be lessened, Yang Xiaofan comforted herself in her heart, she gritted her molars and limped down the mountain, she felt that she was in a dream, and the wound didn't need to be treated immediately, as long as she could get out of here as soon as possible. All right.

"Master, the tea you want."

A familiar female voice came from next to her ear, and Yang Xiaofan's steps down the mountain were suspended in mid-air, her body froze, and tears fell down unconsciously.

When she turned her head, she saw a woman wearing a white cheongsam with a pinched waist and white silk trousers holding a cup of tea for that terrifying woman.

She is Fu Yufang!
Although the dress has changed, Yang Xiaofan can recognize at a glance that the woman pouring tea is her favorite benefactor, Fu Yufang.

But how could the benevolent master Yufang appear here?
Shouldn't all the people who were killed by the ghost call door be buried in the mass graves at the foot of the mountain?

Yang Xiaofan suddenly realized that Fu Yufang's appearance here must be related to this woman in the white Taoist robe, so who is her real identity?
How could he be beheaded and buried in the garden of Li's ancestral home?
One after another in his heart, Yang Xiaofan wanted to go into the yard immediately and ask the woman what happened.

Although the woman has become like this, it seems that she still hasn't lost the interest in life she should have. She picked up the cup and fanned the white mist in the cup to her nose.

"Master, where did your eyes go?" Fu Yufang asked the woman in the white Taoist robe in a low voice.

The woman seemed to remember that her eyeballs were blown out by the head, she snorted, she seemed a little angry, but she was still savoring the fragrance of the tea in the cup with the tip of her nose.

After a while, the woman said intoxicatedly to Fu Yufang: "Yufang, your tea is getting better and better, hurry up and invite that believer outside the door in."

Fu Yufang bowed her head in response, walked quickly to Yang Xiaofan's side with small steps, supported Yang Xiaofan's arm and said, "Faithful believers, please follow me."

Yang Xiaofan is really at a loss, she doesn't know what kindness is, let alone why her teacher, Fu Yufang, calls her goodness.

But Fu Yufang helped her personally, so there was no reason for her not to go and see, Yang Xiaofan just limped up the stone steps leading into the small courtyard.

In front of him, the woman took a sip of tea, her face was so rotten, a lot of tea flowed out from her rotten skin, disgusting Yang Xiaofan wanted to vomit.

"Teacher, why are you here?" Yang Xiaofan asked Fu Yufang in a low voice.

Fu Yufang carefully helped Yang Xiaofan up the steps, and then said softly: "Master saved me here, I was almost about to be killed by wild dogs down the mountain..."

Speaking of this, Fu Yufang seemed to think of some unpleasant memories, her face changed, and she said, "Believers should call me Yufang, this is the Taoist name given to me by Master. Don't worry, Master is a good person, she will not hurt you."

Yang Xiaofan was helped to sit beside the stone table, the woman smiled and asked Fu Yufang to pour tea for Yang Xiaofan, and said: "You were destined to come here a long time ago, but today I happened to be passing by and rescued, it is also a kind of chance .”

(End of this chapter)