"But ......," the madman looked embarrassed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I'm sorry, I really can't take this box with a curse." Aruon forced the box into the madman's hands, adding, "Enough strange things have happened in our house lately, and I don't want to hear or see those weird things anymore." ”

The madman said, "But this is what your father insisted we brought back to him?" ”

"Is this what my father wants?" Aruon's face changed, and then he slowly lowered his voice, and said in a deep voice: "My father has been killed by that kind of unknown thing now, how can I still keep this thing." ”

Without waiting for the madman to respond, Aruon raised his head, looked at the madman earnestly, and said, "If you insist on giving this thing back to me, then so be it, just give it back to me first, and then I will hand it over to you, the Onmyoji, to deal with." I'm sure my father invited an expert like you to come over when he wanted this thing back, and he must have considered this as well. ”

"That's fine," the madman hesitated, "but I'm a Taoist!" ”

"Daoist?" Aruon was puzzled for a few seconds, and then suddenly said, "Oh, Daoist is the title of Mingzhou, I'm really sorry, I didn't figure it out for a while." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, oops, that's so kind." The madman couldn't help but feel a little fluttery. At this time, Gan Tian, who had never spoken, coughed and interjected: "It's not in the original affairs to deal with this thing!" What about the pay? ”

"Gan Tian, you ......" The madman was about to accuse Gan Tian with righteousness, but Aruon on the side said: "Of course, when the final price is calculated, we will add this one." ”

"This ...... All right. Seeing that Aruan was so bold, the always straightforward madman couldn't refuse the other party again, so he had to put the weird videotape back in his bag. Then, as he cleaned up the piles of soul slaying props, he asked, "So, let's talk about what happened to your family lately." ”

Aruon nodded, and then he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His face was tense, cold sweat was still breaking out on his forehead, and his wandering eyes seemed to be looking at another world. He apologized again to the madman for his faux pas, and then he asked the maid for a cigar, lit it, and took a deep breath. Then he closed his eyes, his tense face finally relaxed. With a puff of smoke with a strange smell, he slowly told the horrors of these days.

In fact, for a wealthy child like Arouon who has received a superior education, even if he has religious beliefs, "There are no ghosts and gods in the world, and there is no reincarnation in the world." The same is true of the idea that it is deeply ingrained. But since about a week ago, this notion has been strongly challenged. On that day, he was suddenly called to his room by his father. Sioux Bourbon, Kea, Reeves, Rothschild, Cthulhu, York, Alexander Caesar, propped up his old body and asked him to leave the place at once. Naturally, he thought it strange and asked why, but his father kept avoiding and only asked him to get out of here as soon as possible. After asking for a long time without results, he decided to follow his father's order and leave immediately with his wife and daughter.

But just as Aruon was packing his bags and preparing to leave with his wife and daughter, his stepmother, Chrissy, rushed out and stopped him. Chrissy tells him that because his father suddenly fell ill, he changed his mind and let them stay with him. When he followed Chrissy into his father's room again, he saw a frail old man lying on the bed. When he asked him again why he had let him go, he remained silent and told him that he could stay here now. He felt strange in his heart, this was not the father he remembered. So he hired a famous doctor to treat his father, and it turned out to be just a common cold, and he just needed to take some medicine. After listening to the words of the famous doctor, he stayed with peace of mind, preparing to spend a happy Mingzhou ancient New Year festival with his father.

But that very night, the screams of a black-skinned maid from the island of Fire pierced the quiet night sky and tore everyone out of the beautiful dream. The maid said that she had seen a dark shadow in the kitchen, and that there were demons in religious legends, and that they had been asked to buy a large number of crosses to ward off evil spirits. Considering her loud voice and dangerous theistic thoughts, Arouon had her sent away that night.

Early the next morning, however, Aruon felt that something was wrong with his father. Obviously it was just an ordinary little cold, but my father's face was getting worse and worse, as if he was seriously ill. And when he tried to call the doctor again, his father not only stopped him in a stern tone, but also told him that he was almost at the end of his life, and asked him to put the coffin he had prepared in the back garden in the hall. He had always been obedient and once again compromised with his father, and he only lectured the doctor on the phone, and then sent for the coffin to be carried down to the hall, where it was placed after some processing. He heard nothing that night, except that the next morning he heard some of the servants talking about strange noises from the previous night.

Aruon did not pay attention to the comments of the servants, and in his eyes the inferior people would only cause trouble for their masters. When he went to his father's bedroom, he saw that his face was noticeably worse, and that his face was almost like a shriveled old bark. Worried, he tried to call another doctor, but was stopped again by his father, who told him that his deadline was approaching and that he was ready to inherit his inheritance. He thought his father was suffering from some incurable disease, so he said that to him. But that same night, everyone was woken up again by screams. Father is gone! This astonishing fact, spreading throughout the villa at a terrible speed, shrouded them in a fog of misery.

That night, almost everyone who could be dispatched was dispatched, and they searched for half the night, until finally found his father in the coffin. His father was dignified and well-dressed, and he had an eight-colored flower pinned to his chest that he had told Arouon to wear for him after his death.

When they first saw this scene, everyone froze, this was obviously not something that a frail old man could do on his own. But when Aruon sadly examined him, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his father was not dead. So he sent his father back to his room, and he was going to take him to the best hospital here the next day.

But when it was time to leave, his father unexpectedly regained a lot of energy, and was able to get out of bed and walk around again. Surprised and puzzled, Arouon asked his father about the previous night, and his father, as he had been for the past few days, was silent about his question, and instead told him to be careful with strange admonitions. On this day, Sophia, who has always been in good health, fell ill unexpectedly and could only lie in bed to rest. Arouon dismissed the idea of taking his father to the hospital and began to prepare for the New Year. On this day, he worked for about the same time as the servants. As he passed by the kitchen alone, he heard the sound of something falling on the floor, and turned on the light to see a frying pan on the floor. At first, he didn't care, but as he put the pan back up and turned to leave, he heard the crunch of metal falling to the ground.

Aruon looked back, and though it was only a moment's work, he saw the legendary black shadow. At that moment, all the horror fragments that remained in his heart were revived from some forgotten corner, corresponding to the picture in front of him. Instead of trying to put the pan back in, he woke up a servant to do the job for him.

Aruon didn't believe in any ghosts, so after communicating with a few servants who had seen strange events, he sprinkled a white sticky powder on the kitchen floor that night and squatted with several servants in several rooms near the kitchen. When it was close to midnight, the eerie black shadow came with the sound of metal falling to the ground. He roared and rushed out with a few servants. After turning on the light, they found not only a pile of pots and pans that had been thrown to the ground, but also some strange footprints. The footprints were the size of a palm, showing clear marks of three fingers, and there was no doubt that they were not human footprints.

Arouon began to feel that the situation was not good, but he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to deal with something that wasn't supposed to exist at all, and just as he hesitated, the fact that those footprints stretched near Sophia's room made him determined. He first found his father and asked him for advice on how to deal with it. This time, his father gave him an answer that gave him a little comfort, there are indeed some forces beyond understanding in this world, but everything has a relative side, and his father has contacted an expert in this area, and he will be there tomorrow.

"But...... Just this morning, Ms. Tang ...... My father was found in the coffin. This time, his body was really cold. At this, Aruon lowered his head and covered his face as if he was about to cry. But soon he raised his head, his eyes radiated with hatred, and said viciously: "However, I don't care whether the other party is a human or a ghost, I dare to do such a desecration against my father's corpse, I will never forgive them, and I will never let them go." ”

"...... your father's body?" The madman asked cautiously.

Instead of answering the madman's question directly, Arouon spat out his last puff of smoke and dropped the end of his cigarette into the ashtray two meters away. Then he stood up, slowly walked to the coffin, looked at the madman and Gan Tian who came with him, and lifted the white cloth with a hideous face.

After the scene in the coffin was exposed to their sight, it was like a freeze-frame scene in a movie, the madman and Gan Tian were stunned, and even the air seemed to freeze.

I saw that on the forehead, which should have been as smooth as other skin, the flesh and blood rolled impressively, and among the crack-like blood marks on the dry land, accompanied by a terrifying and inexplicable terror, it formed a twisted blood-colored rune.

Gan Tian looked at the blood-colored rune in a daze, and his heart surged, he himself knew best, this blood-colored twisted rune was like a leaf vein on the back of a leaf.