Don't Scold The Dead For The First Seven Nights

"It's really cold." Wang Feng pulled the quilt tremblingly under the quilt, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it, and he opened his eyes helplessly, the drowsiness had already disappeared from the cold. "Damn, Xiaoqiang, you pulled the quilt away again. No wonder, I feel so cold. You slept so well. The ghost knocked on the door in the middle of the night , but it hurt me." Wang Feng looked angrily at Zhang Qiang, who was sleeping soundly, and had to say Zhang Qiang's sleeping position is really not flattering. It is a miracle that he can roll back and forth on the bed without falling off the bed. Every time Wang Feng waited for him to wake up, he had to argue with him, but in the end he refused to admit that he had beaten him up, so Wang Feng had no choice but to shut up helplessly and unwillingly.

Wang Feng stood up, raised his foot and kicked Zhang Qiang's ass hard a few times, Zhang Qiang just rolled over lightly, and continued to dream his dream, talking about Yi Mengyu from time to time. In a deep sleep, there is no thunder. That's what Wang Feng likes about him, and every time he kicks him a few times to relieve his anger. After venting his emotions, he was a little sleepy again, pulled up the quilt to cover his body, and prepared to continue sleeping.

"Dong dong." There were several knocks on the door from outside. Wang Feng, who was about to fall asleep, was disturbed by the damn knock on the door, but he still didn't feel sleepy. Swear a few words in a low voice. Reluctantly rising from the warm blanket.

"Damn it, who is it, it's early in the morning, what are you knocking?" Wang Feng weakly opened the door and looked up at the person who knocked, and suddenly woke up, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, landlord, I didn't know it was you. I didn't mean to scold… "The man Wang Feng called the landlord stopped Wang Feng from continuing, and said in a cold tone: "I know you didn't do it on purpose. If my mother was standing here instead, you would not be so lucky. But don't worry. I'll never see her again. I'm here to tell you that today is her first seven days. Go to bed early at night and don't play too late. If you don't listen to me, you will be responsible for the accident." Wang Feng stared blankly. Let the landlord leave. I was baffled in my heart, when did the landlord's mother die, and why didn't I hear any news. Never mind, she's dead, mind my ass.

"Get up, Xiaoqiang, get up quickly." Wang Feng pulled up Zhang Qiang who was sleeping soundly, "What are you doing, I'm dating a beautiful woman? If you want to play with yourself, don't pull me." Zhang Qiang, who had been pulled up by Wang Feng, picked up Pick up the quilt and continue to dream his sweet dreams. "Don't sleep, Xiaoqiang, the landlord's mother is dead. Today is her first day." "She will die when she dies…what, what did you just say. I seem to have heard it right!" Zhang Qiang got up from the bed Stand up and look at Wang Feng with wide eyes, as if he was joking with himself, "Really, her son told me personally in the morning, there can be fakes." "Long live, haha, don't be angry with her mother anymore Come on, brother, buy a few bottles of wine and let's celebrate tonight." Zhang Qiang smiled happily, and excitedly dragged Wang Feng to buy wine. "My mother died, you still celebrate, you are too…" Zhang Qiang took over before Wang Feng could finish his sentence. "If you die, you'll die. The ghost knocks on the door in the middle of the night , and it's not your mother. Look at your expression, it looks like your own dead mother." Wang Feng was completely speechless, and consciously shut up, arguing with him, and finding out for himself.

In a blink of an eye, the evening has come, "Come on brother, have a drink." Just like that, you have a drink, and I have a drink. Zhang Qiang and Wang Feng started drinking together at home, but neither of them accepted the other. Putting on the posture of swearing not to give up until they drink each other down, they both crawled on the table and died of drunkenness.

"Huh-huh" a sudden gust of wind roared outside the room, the big trees swayed in the gust of wind, and the branches collided with each other and made a sound like whipping. "Boom" the rear window was blown open by the gust of wind. down a few degrees. Wang Feng woke up from the cold wind, shook his dizzy head, walked to the window, and tried to close it.

"It's snowing, Xiaoqiang, get up, come over and see that it's snowing." Wang Feng looked at the snowflakes drifting into the room, and suddenly a feeling of homesickness came to him, which he couldn't stop. At this time, Zhang Qiang’s voice came from behind: “Really? It’s snowing, what a white snowflake, why, I can’t feel the cold.” Wang Feng felt something was wrong at this time, was this what Zhang Qiang said? He actually said he didn’t feel it Cold, I know that Zhang Qiang is the person who is most afraid of the cold, realized that something is wrong and turned around, Zhang Qiang's eyes behind his back gradually became cloudy, the whole face was almost twisted into a pinch, the skin was wrinkled, and the smooth fingers turned into Bony claw, why is he more and more like the landlord's mother, doesn't it? . . Wang Feng's heart was cold for a while, Wang Qiang was possessed by a ghost, this was Wang Feng's only thought, so he asked, "The old lady of the landlord, why are you here?" "Didn't you ask me to come here?" Zhang Qiang responded hoarsely, Wang Feng finished thinking, he was really possessed, what to do, he must find a way, "We asked you to come, why don't I remember." Wang Feng pretended to be contemplative, thinking carefully, in his impression , did not call her. "You thought I was deaf, and scolded me countless times in the room. I was attracted by your scolding." Zhang Qiang said a little annoyed. After her reminder, Wang Feng seemed to remember what the two of them were cursing non-stop, and he couldn't remember it no matter how much he thought about it.

Zhang Qiang smiled and walked slowly towards Wang Feng. At this moment, he was a little panicked, "What do you want to do?" Zhang Qiang just smiled weirdly, which made people uncomfortable, "Stop, what on earth do you want to do." Wang Feng said in horror. Zhang Qiang walked to the window and stopped, turned his head and looked at Wang Feng. "Don't worry, it's your turn soon." "Don't…" With a bang, Wang Qiang jumped out of the window. The room they rented was on the fifth floor, and Wang Feng knew it without looking when he jumped from such a high place. Zhang Qiang's miserable state. "Why is this happening. The next one is me…it's me." Wang Feng couldn't bear the blow. Limp on the ground, talking nonsense non-stop. "No…I don't want to die…I want to run away. Yes, run away." Wang Feng ran out as if grabbing a straw while drowning, shouting desperately for help.

After Wang Feng left, a bloody hand stretched out from the window, revealing Zhang Qiang's bloody head, and he smiled at the direction Wang Feng left, "You can't escape…hehe, hurry up Come with me!"

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