The sound of opera singing in the ancestral hall drifted over with the wind, and those mournful and creepy tunes could be vaguely heard. Ethan Chen looked at the wall clock, and the moonlight shone in and saw that the hour hand pointed between three and four o'clock, almost four o'clock. At four o'clock, the show ended, and those wandering ghosts who were attracted to watch the show would come out to wander around.
They will wander around for at least an hour, and the ghosts will leave at five o'clock when the cock crows. But there is still half an hour left, so I just need to run back within half an hour to avoid the ghosts parading around. Thinking of this, Ethan Chen immediately pushed the door open and ran out, while the mummy behind him crawled out quickly with twisted limbs, which could be said to be flying over the eaves and walls.
When Ethan Chen ran to the bridge, he looked back and saw the group of mummies following him, not one was left behind. The dog in the distance sensed something dirty and barked uneasily in this direction. The family got up in the middle of the night thinking they were robbed, opened the door and saw a group of black shadows lying on the ground in the darkness. They walked over and cursed: "Are you going to see ghosts in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
The flashlight shone on the face of a mummy. The face, which had no facial features but only three black holes, suddenly screamed at him. The man turned around and went into the house without saying a word, closing and locking the door in one go. The wife got up with her coat on and said, "What's going on?" The husband hurriedly sent her back: "Go back to sleep, you shouldn't be looking at things. Go back quickly."
The wife looked out the window and said, "Why do I see Ethan Chen standing at the bridge? Is there something wrong? Why don't we call him in?"
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