When the sun completely set, Fu Yan asked her to bring the food to the window, the Du family is a local family, and the wine and food are good, Fu Yan asked her to insert chopsticks on the rice, which is a practice of worshiping the dead, which is considered to invite the ghosts in the house to enjoy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Changsheng was originally a little nervous, but Fu Yan and Sima Luming were there, so they weren't so afraid. Fu Yan also asked Sima Luming to hang a small bell on the window frame with a thread, if the ghost floated in, it would be accompanied by the yin wind, and the bell would ring.

Changsheng sat down, looking up and staring at the bell. Outside the window, the bright moon in the sky slowly moved to the west like a snail, but I never heard a bell, but the sound of snoring sounded with a very regular rhythm. Only then did Changsheng know that Fu Yan had fallen asleep, and she called, "Master." ”

After shouting three times in a row, Fu Yan reluctantly opened his eyes with a sleepy face, and when he heard Changsheng say that it was almost over, he muttered, "I still don't want to invite them here, I have to do it." ”

He pulled a red rope to tie his index finger, and the other end was tied to the straw man's left arm, and his mouth was vibrating and biting his finger, dripping blood on the red rope. The beads of blood slid down the red rope onto the straw man and seeped in.

"You follow it and come back and tell me what you see." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the straw man stood up on his own, jumped off the table and ran out of the room. The red rope that Sima Luming asked for from the maid in the house today was only six or seven feet long, but the strange thing was that the rope connected Fu Yan's index finger with the straw man. The straw man pulled the red rope, but the rope was constantly connected.

Fu Yan cast a spell to control the straw man, and when he saw Changsheng staring at the rope in a daze, he scolded, "Don't follow me yet." ”

Changsheng and Sima Luming followed the red rope, and after leaving the wing room, they passed through a small garden, and saw the straw man like a gecko on the slightly shining paper window.

Sima Luming walked lightly, his finger poking a hole in the window paper. Although Changsheng didn't think it was good to peep like this, he thought of Fu Yan's order, and after a little saliva, he also learned from Sima Luming to stab a small hole in the window.

In the room is Du Yuanwai, as well as his daughter and son-in-law.

Du Yuan hesitated outside, staring at the white paper on the desk in the room, "Your brother was killed because of this evil thing, but now he wants to rely on this evil thing, don't you know how to be afraid, if it summons another disaster." No, it can't be used anymore. ”

Miss Du choked up and said, "Dad, until now, do you want to regret it." Her mother is terminally ill, she can't let go of her younger brother, and she can't even drink medicine because of the grief of losing her son in old age, so she goes down like this, and her body ......"

When Miss Du Jia talked about sadness, she couldn't say it anymore. Mrs. Du has doted on her son since he was a child, and now the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, and she can't stand the blow and can't afford to get sick, and the doctor she invited said that she can't cure the heart disease, so she can only resign herself to fate.

Zhou Hengzhi persuaded, "It's really helpless, just use this time, wait for my mother's body to get better, and then my father will hand it over to the Taoist chief, and we will donate more money and silver to cultivate the Taoist temple, and do good deeds and accumulate blessings." ”

Du Yuanwai couldn't stand the persuasion of his daughter and son-in-law in turn, and finally took the pen out of the drawer with anxiety.

In fact, Changsheng had already faintly rubbed what they were thinking, and the expression of Miss Du Jia's forced outside was the same as Feng Lianzheng's expression when he was cornered by the rent-collectors at that time, and pinned his hopes on the wolf's pen.

Sima Luming didn't know the purpose of the wolf's pen, and when he saw Zhou Hengzhi taking the pen from Du Yuanwai's hand, dipping it in paint to paint on the paper, the strangeness in his heart overflowed, "Are they going to paint?" "It's just an expression of why I was so embarrassed.

Changsheng said in a low voice, "They are going to come back from the dead Du Gongzi so that they can cure Mrs. Du's heart disease." No wonder Du Yuanwai changed his mind and took the pen back.

Zhou Hengzhi's pen traced the outline of a person's face on the drawing paper, and suddenly a strong wind blew open the doors and windows, but fortunately, Sima Luming moved quickly and pulled Changsheng to hide in the shadows under the house, so that no one could find that they had been standing outside and peeking.

The candles in the house were almost extinguished, but they survived, but I don't know if it was because the wick had been burned for too long, and the wind blew like this, and the house was much darker.

Changsheng heard Zhou Heng's words, "Cut the wick, otherwise you won't be able to see clearly." ”

Changsheng turned sideways and secretly looked at the situation in the room, the pen holder on the table was blown over, and Zhou Hengzhi was cleaning up. Miss Nadu took out the scissors from the cabinet and cut off some of the wicks. The firelight jumped a little, and in the light and extinguishing room, he saw many people with blue faces and messy hair standing behind Miss Nadu.

Changsheng was startled, but fortunately he knew how to cover his mouth and didn't shout. Seeing her reaction, Sima Luming glanced into the room, he could feel that something was wrong in the room, and there seemed to be a sense of depression. He knew that there might be a lot of unclean things, but they didn't see anything except Du Yuan.

Sima Luming said softly, "What do you see?" ”

She felt like her teeth were fighting, she couldn't speak properly, and it was the first time she had seen so many ghosts, and she almost filled the room, so many that she didn't dare to count how many there were, only that they were all hideous, "There are so many ghosts." ”

In the room, Zhou Hengzhi rubbed his arm, "It seems to be getting cold." ”

A ghost who had half of his face burned off lay on Zhou Hengzhi's shoulder, blew his neck, Zhou Hengzhi felt something, stroked his neck, and saw nothing, thinking that he was too careful, and continued to paint. The demon opened its mouth, bared its fangs, and began to gnaw at his neck.

Feng Lian was mixed in with the group of ghosts, and he didn't know if it was because he hanged himself, and his long tongue hung down from his mouth, almost hanging down to his chest.

She really didn't dare to look at it, Sima Luming picked up a small pebble, threw it into it and knocked over the candlestick, the candle was extinguished, and Du Yuanwai didn't agree with the use of the wolf pen, but he was also hesitant because his wife was seriously ill. Seeing that the painting was delayed, he thought it was a bad omen.

I was afraid, so I took the pen back and said to my daughter and son-in-law, "Don't draw yet, let me think about whether I have to use this method, you go back and rest first." ”

What else did Miss Du Jia say later, Changsheng didn't know. Sima Luming expected that Du Yuanwai would be so frightened tonight, and he would not agree for the time being, so he put the straw man in his pocket. He made a gesture to Changsheng to leave.

It's just that when he ran to Xiaoyuan, Gu Changsheng stopped. Sima Luming saw that she didn't leave, so he wanted to ask her what was wrong. I saw that Changsheng's eyes had been staring in a certain direction.

Ghosts are different from demons, no matter how high and ever-changing the demon path is, there is always a body, and the ghost has left the body, and without a body, it is not easy to see it.

He could feel something approaching, but he couldn't see it with his eyes like an immortal. Sima Luming held the sword vigilantly, and heard Changsheng say, "Feng Gongzi, since you are already dead, and the dust returns to the dust, is it because you have some wishes that you have not gone to the underworld for a long time?" ”