Ghost Shelter System

dinner.

The Jiang family residence was silent.

At the dinner table, Zhang Ke saw Jiang Lan in a daze and scolded Yuan Xinghan angrily: "Lan Lan, it's not me who said that Yuan is really not a good person. He actually invited a Taoist priest to treat Uncle Jiang! Why? Make Auntie so angry. Huh!"

The old lady put down her dishes and chopsticks with a stern look on her face. She had never been accused like that by a junior in her whole life. She was so arrogant!

"Lan Lan, if you hadn't asked your father to support Yuan Xinghan, would he have achieved what he has achieved now? People like him think about art all day long, huh! He has lived for more than 30 years, and he just Earn some money. Still want to marry you? I think only he can think of such a stupid thing as inviting a Taoist priest to your door."

Now that they have broken up, the old lady no longer hides her meanness in her heart. Jiang Lan has not married yet. It is absolutely impossible to say that she has nothing to do with Yuan Xinghan!

Jiang Lan lowered his head and said nothing.

This afternoon she was really angry, angry because of heartache. She believed that Yuan Xinghan had good intentions, but his approach was too childish.

Jiang Lan didn't know what Yuan Xinghan was thinking. He would invite a Taoist priest to treat his father. If word spread, he would probably laugh out loud!

However, after Jiang Lan calmed down, Qin Kun's eyes popped into his mind for some reason.

Those eyes showed confidence and even arrogance, as if what he said was right.

As if his words were the truth!

Where did he get his confidence?

Jiang Lan was suspicious and felt a little ridiculous. I should forget about this unpleasant thing as soon as possible.

"Mom, I'm full. Can I bring food to Dad?"

"Okay." The old lady gave birth to Jiang Lan when she was in her 30s. She had been holding it like the apple of her eye. She served the old man a good meal and then gave her the food basket.

"There is snow on the ground. The road in the backyard is slippery. Be careful not to fall. Your dad is asleep in the study. Remember to remind him to take his medicine."

Carrying the food basket, Jiang Lan walked through the backyard and came to her father's house.

As a woman, Jiang Lan is quite sensitive. She actually doesn't like the layout of the backyard. She always feels it is gloomy. This area is far away from the bustling city and is filled with elderly people. It is unusually quiet at night.

Jiang Lan always felt that living in the community was quite good before, but here, it is a bit desolate.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Lan saw what seemed to be a shadow on the chair in the darkness.

"dad?"

Jiang Lan shouted, and the shadow suddenly turned towards him. Jiang Lan found that it was a pair of blood-red eyes.

"ah--"

The food basket fell to the ground. In the room, an old man turned on the light and looked out the door: "Lan Lan?"

Jiang Lan was sweating coldly and a little shocked.

What happened just now? What did she see?

The old man sat up tiredly and rubbed his waist. Jiang Lan came to his senses and helped the old man to his feet.

"Lan Lan, what's wrong?" Jiang Boxiu touched his beloved daughter's face.

Jiang Lan said: "No, it's nothing. I tripped."

"Haha, I have been getting more and more sleepy these days. Where is Xinghan?" Jiang Boxiu asked after seeing the food being brought out and getting dressed.

"He, he's gone." Jiang Lan didn't mention what happened in the afternoon.

Jiang Boxiu nodded: "You are now old enough. It's time to think about your own affairs. Xinghan stole the show at the avant-garde art exhibition this time. Those paintings made several old disciples of the Coastal School and Yangzhou School ruthless. Give us a hard education and give us Linjiang a good face."

Jiang Boxiu felt a little proud when he mentioned Yuan Xinghan. After all, he was considered half of his master.

Jiang Boxiu talked endlessly about avant-garde paintings, critical spirit, and Yuan Xinghan's works. He obviously loved Yuan Xinghan very much.

Jiang Lan listened for a while and suddenly asked: "Dad, how are you doing these days? Do you feel any discomfort?"

Jiang Lan looked at Jiang Boxiu carefully. Obviously, there is a little expectation in his eyes, and he wants to ask for proof of something.

After Jiang Boxiu finished eating, he rubbed his legs and said: "I always have nightmares, sweat a lot, feel tired and sleepy during the day, my limbs are sore and weak, and my appetite is not good. My eyesight seems to have declined in the past few days..."

After listening to this, Jiang Lan was shocked: It's exactly the same as what Qin Kun said... ! !

Could it be that dad is not sick, but...possessed by an evil spirit?

Jiang Lan felt that her voice was trembling: "Dad, then, do you dream about... um, dream about a woman?"

When Jiang Boxiu heard this, he frowned: "Who told you?"

Jiang Landao: "No, no one..."

Jiang Boxiu chuckled and touched Jiang Lan's head: "Your mother told you, right? This old woman just said why she didn't serve me food today. It seems that I was talking in my sleep again. Yes, I have been dreaming about it these days. A woman, look at her sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair, she is very beautiful, well, as beautiful as your mother when she was young, wearing a red wedding dress..."

Jiang Lan's heart has jumped out of her throat. Next to the study is the antique room, the westmost room in the backyard. Jiang Lan remembered the dressing table that Jiang Boxiu had collected a while ago and placed it there.

And the room where ghosts are hidden that Qin Kun mentioned is also there! ! !

"Dad, why don't you go to the front yard with me?"

Jiang Lan swallowed and said.

"No, I'm just in the study. It's warm here. By the way, Lan Lan, go next door and take a look at my treasures. Don't let them go bad these days."

Jiang Lan walked out of the study with a blank mind. A gust of wind blew by, and the bamboo leaves in the backyard rustled.

Jiang Lan stood at the door and heard a soft hum coming from the room, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. It seemed to be a tone, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

Jiang Lan's palms were all sweaty.

This house is made of antique furniture that Jiang Boxiu has collected over the years. He spent a lot of effort on it. The whole room was decorated in an ancient style, and even the electricity was not connected.

"Lanlan!"

Suddenly, Jiang Lan was tapped on the shoulder, which made her scream "Ah".

Behind him was Zhang Ke, who was also startled by Jiang Lan.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Lan was extremely angry. Zhang Ke smiled like a gentleman and said, "Sorry, you forgot to get the medicine. I'll deliver it to Uncle Jiang."

Zhang Ke walked into the study. Jiang Lan heard the chat between him and Jiang Boxiu, and then she mustered up the courage to push the door open.

There is a faint aroma in the dark room, which is the smell of well-preserved wood.

There was no light in the room.

Jiang Lan's heart was beating fast. She remembered that there was an oil lamp on the wooden table in the room.

But the table was some distance from the door, so Jiang Lan walked towards the table in disgrace.

In the dark environment, Jiang Lan felt that the road was too long, and she could hear her heartbeat with every step. Fortunately, she finally touched the table.

After lighting the oil lamp, Jiang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a room that is no different from ancient times. Being in it is like traveling through time.

Wooden bed, screen, copper basin, dressing table.

On the table made of huanghuali, a weak oil lamp was lit, lighting up the field of vision. The firelight reflected on the bronze mirror of the dressing table, adding a bit more light.

For some reason, when Jiang Lan saw the newly moved dresser, she felt it was a little out of place with the layout of the room.

The room used to be arranged like an ancient study, but once the dressing table came in, it felt like a boudoir.

And the few black spots on the bronze mirror always feel strange.

Jiang Lan didn't look at the dressing table. The oil lamp was lit. She always felt like something was peeking at her. The cold wind blew in from the cracks in the window, making her neck feel cold. Jiang Lan wrapped herself in clothes and glanced around the furniture in the room. There was no sign of moisture, so Jiang Lan blew out the oil lamp and prepared to leave.

but……

When Jiang Lan walked past the dressing table, she suddenly encountered a stool.

what happened? When the oil lamp was turned on just now, the stool was clearly placed under the dressing table...

Jiang Lan reached out to touch it and suddenly retracted it.

She was sure that right now, there was someone sitting on the stool!

In the darkness, Jiang Lan's mind went blank, tears welled up in her eyes, and extreme fear dominated all her sensitive nerves. Jiang Lan's spirit could no longer bear this stimulation.

Suddenly, the body turned around and pulled Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan lowered her head and saw only a pair of blood-red eyes in the darkness.

Her eyes were covered by her hair, and she looked up at Jiang Lan. The blood vessels in her eyes were clearly visible in her hair.

Those were not a pair of blood-red eyes, but the whites of the eyes with finely intertwined blood!

The pupils were turned upwards. From a distance, these eyes looked like they were bleeding!

"Don't leave, okay? Stay with me."

The ethereal voice echoed in the room, and the man stood up and faced Jiang Lan.

"Ah——!!!" A sharp cry broke through the tranquility of the backyard.

Jiang Lan's horrified voice made Jiang Boxiu, his wife and Zhang Ke feel terrified.

"Lan Lan! What's wrong?"

Zhang Ke took the lead and rushed into the next room, but saw Jiang Lan sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair.

Jiang Lan was dressed in red, with long hair shawl, and red lips. Zhang Ke didn't find anything wrong. He forgot that there were no lights here before he rushed in.

"Zhang Ke, am I beautiful?" Jiang Lan smiled, Bai Meisheng.

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