There was moonlight this night, and the bright moonlight came in through the window, and it shone very brightly in the room.

However, nothing was seen.

I waited for a long time, but I didn't wait for anything.

He pinched his arm, it hurt, not a dream.

He jumped out of bed, walked to the door, and peeked out, the courtyard was empty in the moonlight, except for the rustle of leaves in the night wind.

The wind can only be regarded as a breeze, and it can't blow the door at all,

Something must have pushed the door open, he thought.

Day 2......

In the afternoon, when the warm sun was drowsy, he took advantage of the napping of his old rooster to catch it violently, and then pierced it into its big red cockscomb with a needle, and released a stream of blood and dripped into the enamel bowl.

Then he threw away the big, ran to his bedroom with the bowl, peed in the bowl, and then put the bowl under the bed.

The mixture of boy urine and cockscomb blood is said to be masculine, and ghosts can be seen on the eyelids.

He heard this method from the outside, and whether it works or not remains to be tested.

This evening.

He lay on the bed with his clothes, did not sleep, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

By midnight.

Then I heard a creak, and the door opened again.

He was excited and nervous, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the door was halfway open, but there was nothing inside and outside the door.

He secretly reached under the bed, into the enamel bowl, dipped it in some mixture, closed his eyes and rubbed it on his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes again, he froze.

He saw a man standing inside the door.

That man, who looks exactly like him.

The face shape, facial features, size, fat and thin, age, are all the same.

It's just one person.

It's like himself.

Lin Fan stared at the other party, his hair suddenly rose, and the hairs on his whole body suddenly rose.

If the other party is a strange ghost, maybe he is not so nervous, in fact, don't say Lin Fan, even any person, when he sees a person who is exactly the same as himself, he will be taken aback, and he will leave an indelible shadow in his heart.

What's more, now, what Lin Fan sees is not a human being.

The other party looked at Lin Fan with suspicious and resentful eyes, he didn't speak, there was cowardice and jealousy in his eyes.

Lin Fan looked at each other with a frightened gaze and stammered, "You, who are you?"

The other party did not answer.

After Lin Fan's head was stunned for a moment, it suddenly dawned on him, and he suddenly thought of a possibility, the person in front of him should be the soul of his predecessor.

"You, are you Lin Fan?" Lin Fan crawled down from the bed,

The other party's face showed nervousness, turned around and ran out of the door.

"Don't run!" Lin Fan chased out.

It was already midnight.

The village was silent, there was no one on the street, and there was not a single light.

Yes, just moonlight, night wind, and barking dogs.

The other party ran along the road to the outside of the village, and under the moonlight, Lin Fan saw that he had no shadow, it was clearly a ghost, and he ran very fast, and his feet did not touch the ground, just like he slid forward on a scooter in his previous life.

If it was before, Lin Fan would definitely not chase it, but now, I don't know where I got the courage, run and chase it,

This is too strange, he wants to find out the truth.

Sanmiao Village is not big, that is, there are more than 100 households, and there is an ancient temple in each of the three edges of the southeast, west and west of the village.

The temple is tall and majestic, and there are clay statues of gods inside.

In the past, the incense in the temple was vigorous, and the village continued to worship the temple, and the villagers prayed for rain and disasters, all of which were effective, and no strange things happened.

But now, the worship is still unbroken, but the gods are no longer manifest!

chased after him, and soon ran out of the village, Lin Fan saw that the other party was actually running towards a temple, which made Lin Fan very surprised.

It is said that the other party is a ghost, and he is most afraid of the temple, and he will not run to the temple wherever he runs, so he is not asking for his own death!

Could it be that as people say, the wandering gods in the temple have run out, and this ghost is going to the temple to steal incense and worship?

With such a question, Lin Fan walked towards the temple, the temple is magnificent, but the scale is not large, there is no courtyard, the main temple and the side temples on both sides are just nine, there are two big trees in front of the temple gate, and the purple and yin night is silent. It looks mysterious and scary.

Before Lin Fan walked over, he heard footsteps, he hurriedly hid behind a big tree, and then saw two people coming over,

When Lin Fan looked, he saw that it was the village chief Xu Mingkuan and the mysterious old man, Xu Mingkuan was holding a bucket in his hand, which looked a little heavy, and the old man was carrying a burden on his shoulders, and he didn't know what he was carrying.

Seeing these two people appear, Lin Fan couldn't help but be stunned, as if he had thought of something, when he saw them enter the temple gate, Lin Fan's face was shocked, and he felt that his previous guess should be correct.

The moment the temple door opened, Lin Fan smelled a bloody breath coming out of the temple.

Then, the temple door was closed, and there was a little light in the temple, and he crept to the temple gate, and smelled the smell of blood even stronger, and peeked through the crack in the door, but he did not see the soul of his predecessor.

But I saw Xu Mingkuan carrying a bucket, dipping a brush into the bucket with liquid, and then brushing it on the idol, and what was brushed on the idol was a red color, like lacquer water.

But Lin Fan didn't think it was, he thought it was blood, otherwise what he smelled should be the smell of lacquer instead of blood.

When he thought of this, his heart thumped, and his heart said was it human blood or some animal blood?

What is Xu Mingkuan's intention to brush blood on the statue?

With his eyes turning, he saw the mysterious old man, only to see the old man sitting behind a few cases, a piece of yellow mounted paper on the cases, the old man held a cinnabar pen in his hand, quickly drew a circle of runes on the edge of the paper, and then wrote a person's name in the blank space in the center, that name was: Zhang Xiaoshan.

After seeing this name, Lin Fan's heart jumped. An emaciated figure came to mind.

Zhang Xiaoshan is a 12-year-old boy in the village, who is very weak because of tuberculosis and has been hanging with traditional Chinese medicine.

After the old man finished writing, he picked up the yellow mounted paper and pasted it directly on the forehead of the idol that Xu Mingkuan was painting.

Then he sat back down in front of the case, holding a worn-out yellowed thread-bound book, and after a few glances, he began to chatter, and his voice was unpleasant.

After hearing that voice, Lin Fan realized that he was chanting scriptures, that voice Lin Fan had never heard before, that voice was like crying, like a ghost crying at night, and Lin Fan had goosebumps all over his body.

He really couldn't listen to it, and he was afraid that the two of them would find out, so he turned around and left.

It's just that he didn't go far before he heard the chanting stop, and then he heard the old man calling a famous man, "Zhang Xiaoshan, Zhang Xiaoshan......"

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to carry magical power, and it spread far and wide in the quiet night, throughout the village.

Hearing this, Lin Fan's heart thumped, as if he understood everything, and then he ran towards Zhang Xiaoshan's house.