C22 (1/2)

After three knocks on the door, the surroundings once again fell into silence. It was so quiet that if a needle dropped on the floor, it could be heard.

At this moment, my heart tensed to the extreme.

Here we have an old saying, ”One, two, three ghosts”, which means that if there is a sound of the door in the middle of the night, it is the wind blowing against the door. The second speaker actually speaks of a knocking ceremony, no more than two is the best, but three ghosts do not need to be said.

If I had heard such a knock on the door before, I might have laughed it off as a joke, but now I don't think so.

So for a moment I didn't know whether to open the door or not, even though there was an old saying: never do something wrong in your life, don't be afraid to knock on the door in the middle of the night.

But this isn't my house!

I looked at Yi Yun. Although he had an indifferent expression, he didn't seem to have the intention of opening the door.

For a moment, he and I stood there in the antechamber. We couldn't go, we couldn't stay!

”Tut, tsk, tsk.” Once again, two short knocks on the door sounded out. I couldn't help but quiver and muster up my courage to ask, ”Who is it?”

A few seconds later, there was no response from outside the door. It was still terrifyingly quiet.

I turned around to look at Grandpa Chen's room, but there was no one there other than the dark hallway. I didn't know if Grandpa Chen had heard me or not.

”Let's go.” Yi Yun smiled faintly as he saw me trembling. With an indifferent expression, he walked forward and opened the door with a creak.

Looking at the slowly opening door, I couldn't help but shrink my neck to peek out with narrowed eyes.

However, I almost laughed out loud when I saw this.

There were actually three people standing outside the door. One was a man and the other a woman, both around forty years old. They looked at me blankly before walking in without saying anything. They didn't even greet each other as they headed to the back of the house.

A 5-6 year old child followed behind the man and woman. Half of his face was covered by his long hair, so it was impossible to see him clearly. He could only jump and jump as he followed.

I heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that I was being too paranoid. I glanced at Yi Yun, a little embarrassed. Like the other three, he didn't have the slightest expression on his face, as if he didn't care about their attitude at all.

These three people were a little unfamiliar, so I couldn't help but take a glance at them. I thought that they might be distant relatives of Grandpa Chen, so I didn't want to interfere in this matter.

However, when I closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but look at the back of the three of them as they left.

The three of them moved swiftly, landing on the ground without making any sound. Most importantly, they moved like cats, standing on tiptoe, completely unlike a normal person.

As for the kid, he was even more strange. He bounced all the way, making 'hualala' sounds as if he was kneading paper. The clothes he was wearing looked a bit strange. It looked like it was made out of paper.

”Stop looking, let's go!” Yi Yun urged. I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and followed him as if nothing had happened. However, the strange scene in my mind couldn't be forgotten.

While I was walking, the sound of firecrackers could be heard in the distance. I didn't know which direction of the village it was coming from.

”What are you going to do next?” Yi Yun didn't even turn his head as he asked me in a calm voice.

Hearing his question, I was at a loss of what to do. I replied woodenly, ”I don't know either.”

Yi Yun didn't have any opinion towards my reply. He only led the way at a leisurely pace. However, I didn't see him heading in my direction.

As I walked along the thin mountain path, I heard a faint sound of crying before I had gone far, and at first I thought I had heard it wrong, so I listened again, yes, it was, and it was rough, like a man's voice.

This was soon proved by the fact that when we were halfway up the mountain, I saw an old man wearing a grey cloth robe with his trousers rolled up to his knees. He was walking barefoot with a hoe on his shoulder as he cried miserably.

The old man gestured as he spoke.