When Zhou Xiaoxian and Zhou Peng, who were tired of crying, fell asleep, Zhou Xiaoliu gently broke free from his sister's embrace, got out of bed, put on his clothes and pants and opened the door. She paid attention to her sleeping sister as she opened the door, and when the door "creaked", her sister suddenly bounced up again and looked at her.

"Where are you going? Didn't I tell you that if you want to pee, you don't have to go to the thatched house!" Zhou Xiaoxian asked.

Zhou Xiaoliu didn't look back, she closed the door as she walked out, and said the excuse she had thought of a long time ago: "Sister, I'm on the tuba, it's okay, I'll just go alone, I'll be back soon, I'm not used to it in the room." ”

Zhou Xiaoliu didn't go to the thatched house, she looked around, and made sure that there was no one, so she went to the straw stack, sacrificed a stand-in, and let the other "Zhou Xiaoliu" go back to sleep.

She shrunk her head and hid in the dark, listened to the movement, and made sure that another "Zhou Xiaoliu" opened the door and entered the house, and after falling asleep peacefully with her sister, she put her mind at ease and said to Baihu: "Let's go!"

There was no moon tonight, no wind, it was pitch black everywhere, and nothing could be seen. Occasionally, nocturnal animals make two long beeps.

Zhou Xiaoliu, who walked alone on the mountain at night for the first time in two lifetimes, was tripped by the potholes on the ground from time to time, she couldn't identify the direction at all, just moved forward according to the instructions of the white tiger, and after walking for a long time, she couldn't count the pants and shoehorns that she had lifted and dropped down a few times, and she finally asked impatiently: "White Tiger, where are we going?"

"Naturally, we are going to the tomb mountain, we can stop, we have already arrived, but it is strange, why is there not a ghost wandering tonight?"

Zhou Xiaoliu stroked his forehead: "I forgot to tell you, that red-clothed female ghost Liu Bao'er and my grandfather once told me that when you were there, they didn't dare to approach me, and there was purple qi that would burn them." ”

The white tiger understood, I see!

Zhou Xiaoliu knew that the sea was full of purple qi, and because of hunger, it sucked up all the ghost qi stored in Jinhong's ring, and did not leave a single star for Zhou Xiaoliu to use to reconcile yin and yang.

Zhou Xiaoliu alone couldn't attract the purple qi, and the purple qi was dormant, so the ghost dared to approach Zhou Xiaoliu when he was away. And if he is there, the purple qi will churn because of his own breathing, and a small part of it will take the initiative to drill out of the sea of knowledge and rotate around Zhou Xiaoliu.

"I've figured out a way!" Bai Hu told Zhou Xiaoliu the reason, and after thinking for a while, he said.

Then it slapped its head, and a rune appeared in Zhou Xiaoliu's sea of knowledge.

Zhou Xiaoliu looked at it carefully, and she was extremely sure that this was the rune she had refined several times before and painted on the peachwood sword given to Jin Hong.

Zhou Xiaoliu subconsciously stretched out his hand and began to draw in the void in front of him, and the white tiger saw her movements and hurriedly stopped her: "Don't, don't! This is different, the one before was an evil charm, this is an evil charm! Don't scribble, draw an evil charm, and you will run away in vain tonight." ”

Zhou Xiaoliu's face was full of black lines: I don't read much, don't lie to me, I obviously look the same, okay?

Seeing Zhou Xiaoliu's expression different, Bai Hu hurriedly explained: "It's really different, you have to draw this from the end of the rune you learned before, and it will be effective to draw it in reverse." You make a few strokes first, and then talk about it when you are familiar with it!"

Zhou Xiaoliu was suspicious, and instead compared the runes that he was extremely familiar with a few more times, and after making sure that he was already familiar with the runes, he stopped and asked Baihu: "What's next?"

The white tiger saw that every time Zhou Xiaoliu finished drawing a rune, a rune made of gray qi appeared, and then it collapsed and disappeared without a trace. It thought for a moment and said, "Let me out first!"

Zhou Xiaoliu nodded, released the white tiger, and as soon as the white tiger that turned into a fat cat landed, he quickly ran down the mountain.

It ran and shouted: "I'll go down the mountain first, you can draw a talisman here, and those ghosts will automatically gather over, and the ghost qi will follow the rune into your sea of consciousness and store, and the next thing will be talked about later." ”

Zhou Xiaoliu was in a hurry, and blurted out: "Stinky cat, you come back for me!"

Although Zhou Xiaoliu is also a person who has seen ghosts, Nima is Zhoujiawu Tomb Mountain, which is a place that you will be afraid of when you pass by during the day.

Zhou Xiaoliu had not heard any fairy tales in her childhood in her previous life, she was no different from other children in the village, and what she heard the most was all kinds of ghost stories set against the backdrop of this tomb mountain.

After the white tiger finished shouting, it disappeared in an instant, and I don't know if I heard Zhou Xiaoliu's voice calling it back.

Zhou Xiaoliu stood alone on the dark grave mountain, cold and afraid, and his hands and feet began to tremble. If she could teleport home now, and her third sister dragged out the urine bucket for her to pee, she would definitely not refuse.

The more she was afraid, the more sensitive her five senses became, and even the childhood ghost stories that had long been blurred in her mind gradually became clearer one by one, and she vaguely saw a few ghosts creeping out of the messy distribution of many infiltrating tombs.

She shook her head as if she wanted to shake the fear out of her ears.

She comforted herself in her heart: "This is a psychological effect, those ghosts are imagined by you to scare yourself." ”

"Don't be afraid, the white tiger is right down the mountain, and it will come to your rescue if there is danger. ”

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you're the big boss of the underworld, you're very awesome, and the devil can't tear you ......"

Her mouth was full of faint things that she didn't even believe.

Inhale the ghost breath and suck the ghost qi, who knows if the other ghosts are also as friendly as the old man? What if the white tiger can't rescue her? What if the exorcism charm that the white tiger taught her to draw doesn't work?

Old man: Yes, the stinky cat is gone, and he still has the old man! How can I say that the old man also has an acre and three points of land here, and he can find the old man to cover himself.

So she shouted softly: "Old man, old man, ......" A small cold wind gently blew across her cheeks, and a gray shadow in her sight that was different from the night floated in front of her eyes.

She was startled and cried out loudly, "Old man, old man, ......" There was a noise in the grass on either side, this time she did not see a gray shadow, probably alarming the nocturnal animals.

She gritted her teeth, drew an evil charm in the void, and shouted, "Old man, old man, come out quickly!"

A cold, gusty wind swept the grass clippings and dust past her, then reversed direction and came over her back, repeating the cycle.

She was repeatedly washed by this strange cold wind, her feet supported the ground hard, but her body swayed back and forth, and she couldn't even open her eyes. She simply closed her eyes and crouched down. When she squatted down, the wind seemed to feel her discomfort, and although it continued to blow, it was much gentler.

"Let Jean, let me pass!" the voice ...... It's the old man! The old man's words fell, the cold wind suddenly dispersed, and when Zhou Xiaoliu opened his eyes, only the old man and Zhou Xiaoliu were left in the same place, and a group of gray shadows were faintly surrounded a few meters away.

"Relatives, you're here!"

Zhou Xiaoliu really wanted to shed some tears to meet the occasion, but unfortunately nothing brewed except for two drops of cold sweat.

"Uncle Fusheng, is this your child, why did you come here in the middle of the night?" the voice of an elderly female ghost sounded.

"It seems to be the little girl of the Qingshan family, the one who was born in front of Uncle Fusheng's grave, that's right, it's her!" a male ghost responded, and easily hid the spirit card issued to him by the underworld.

All the ghosts bowed their heads and hid the spirit card close to their bodies.

There was a moment of silence.