Duan's house is located on the dirt slope, with a single courtyard, far away from the bluestone road, and it is still quiet. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know when, the dark clouds overhead have dissipated, the sun has reappeared in the sky, but the sun is not as hot as before, the wind blows, and the bamboo forest rustles in the afternoon.

The shade of the courtyard dam where the sun has never been exposed to it is rare to have a trace of coolness.

Under the shade of the trees, there are three low stools, a small square table, on which are placed a kettle, several porcelain bowls, and the porcelain bowls are filled with water.

Hu Zengwu and the three of them stood in the shade of the tree, never sat down, and poked their heads towards the side of the hall, with the same movement, but the expressions on their faces were different.

The expression on Duan Decai's face was very rich, anxiety mixed with anticipation, and the whole person kept pacing back and forth like ants on a hot pot. Hu Zengwu squinted his eyes, and kept saying some words of comfort to Duan Decai, his eyes were a little trance, thinking about how much Gu Xinyan was worth to himself?

The expression on Hu Guoba's face was still calm, but the eyeballs in his eye sockets kept rolling.

He was excited.

A mysterious world opened its doors to him, and he couldn't wait to step into it.

In the hall, Gu Xinyan was sitting in danger.

On the cool bed in front of him, Duan Erwa was lying on her back, asleep, her chest was constantly rising and falling, her nostrils twitched, and she made a loud snoring sound, echoing in the hall.

The doors and windows were closed, and the only light came from the bright tile overhead.

The sunlight shone down through the Ming tile and fell in front of Gu Xinyan, leaving an irregular diamond-shaped spot of light.

Gu Xinyan put the boy carved from the locust wood that suppressed the fierce spirit in the light spot.

Then, he took the grass-green cloth satchel that he had placed aside, opened it, flipped through it, and found a red string tied to it with a string of copper coins.

Next, he tied one end of the red rope to the wooden boy's wrist, and the other end to his own wrist, and the red rope shook, and the string of copper coins collided with each other, making a clanging sound.

Finally, he took out half of the candle from his bag.

The candle is red, like the red candle that can be seen everywhere in the market.

In fact, this candle was made by Gu Xinyan himself, and its process is so cumbersome and its materials are so strange that it is outrageous, and no one else will make it in this world.

Things like roses blooming in the middle of the night, rootless water, and white hairs on crickets after autumn took more than half a year to collect them all.

These are nothing, the most important thing is that it needs Gu Xinyan's blood, it must be the blood of the heart bitten from the tip of the tongue at the moment of three o'clock in the afternoon, not a minute earlier, not a second late......

As soon as the blood in your heart spurts out, you have to make candles.

The process of making candles is very tedious, craftsmanship is one thing, the important thing is that Gu Xinyan should always run the infinite Vientiane Tongminglu, inject his divine thoughts into the candle, and run in the direction of the runes engraved on the candle.

None of these processes can afford to make a mistake, and once there is a mistake, it will fail.

The candle made has a domineering name, which shines on the night and returns to the soul.

Lighting this candle, the light of the candle is pale blue, and it emits a very peculiar aroma that is not only inaudible to humans, but also to wolfdogs with a very keen sense of smell. Because this fragrance is not directed at the olfactory organs, it is directed at the three souls of man.

Duan Erwa's three souls were locked by that thing and were in a state of lost souls.

If you want to completely dissociate the three souls of heaven and earth from that thing and make it return to Duan Erwa, you can't succeed by using violence, and you may lose both.

This candle will also come in handy.

Gu Xinyan took out the matchbox, took out a match, and gently wiped it on the side of the matchbox, and the reddish flame rose, approaching the candle and lighting the wick.

The pale blue flames flickered and lit up.

After a while, the flame tilted in the direction of the boy carved from locust wood.

Gu Xinyan gathered his mind on the pineal gland in the center of his eyebrows, opened the eye of heaven, and saw a layer of smoke on the statue of the boy, just like the manifestation of the god Aladdin's magic lamp, it was a three-inch-high humanoid smoke, the smoke left the statue under the traction of the light blue flame, and slowly moved closer to the wick of the candle, like a moth to a fire.

Inside the statue, a terrible scream was heard.

Gu Xinyan silently recited the incantation in his mouth and closed his eyes.

At this moment, the red thread in his hand connected to the statue of the boy shimmered with a golden luster, rippling like ripples on the surface of the water under the breeze.

The copper coins clanged.

This red thread is also extraordinary, and it is called a concentric rope.

This name sounds like it is related to those crazy men and women, but in fact, its only effect is to make Gu Xinyan's divine thoughts directly contact and collude with the fierce spirits and ghosts.

Entering the other party is the spiritual world.

It's a bit like a verbal conversation between humans.

It's just that this kind of communication acts directly on the soul, and it puts an end to lies and deception, which is much more accurate than using truth spitting. Like returning to the soul at night, it was also made by Gu Xinyan himself, and in this world, no one else can have it except him.

Of course, concentric ropes also have limitations.

You can't just throw the concentric rope out and have those things willingly hold the rope. After all, even if you take a lollipop and coax those children, some children won't want it.

It is only in this situation that the other party has been suppressed and locked in the magic weapon, so that the concentric rope can be used.

A prisoner is not qualified to say no.

The next moment, Gu Xinyan walked on a pitch-black road.

The road was so dark that it was terrifying.

Gu Xinyan subconsciously ran forward, wanting to get rid of this darkness. I don't know how long he ran, but a thin point of light appeared in front of him, and he ran desperately towards it.

He could hear his own breathing, getting quicker and faster.

Spot, aperture, gate......

In the end, Gu Xinyan rushed into the light gate.

Then, he saw a table lamp, glowing yellow.

The table lamp was placed on the square table, and on the square table, there was a notebook, on which many strange little people were drawn, and he was sitting on a low stool, looking at the notebook.

He knew that it was his own graffiti.

Beside him, an old man with gray hair lying on his back was lying on a chair, holding a pampas fan and shaking it slightly, and after the old man shook himself twice, he would shake him seven or eight times.

The old man, he called him Grandpa.

There was a radio on a small stool next to the chair, and someone was singing in it, singing an opera that he didn't find good at all.

Grandpa knew that he didn't like to listen to plays, and his voice was turned on very low.

He took one, half a crayon to be exact, and colored the villains in his notebook, who were the strong generals under his command, and he was going to take them to the Quartet.

The room is small and full of clutter.

Grandpa said that these things are treasures, these treasures can make you study hard, become a cultural person after being admitted to university, and in the future, you can be like those uncles in the government, wearing clothes with four pockets, with a pen in the upper pocket, and being respected wherever you go.

In the future, you must not be looked down upon like your grandfather.

"Uncle Huang......"

There was a soft shout from outside the courtyard, accompanied by the sound of thin footsteps.

He glanced back at his grandfather.

Grandpa has more wrinkles on his forehead, and the expression on his face is not good-looking, he knows that grandpa is unhappy, if he is disobedient, grandpa will have this kind of expression on his face.

The man walked in through the open door.

He knew that uncle, and he often came to the scrapyard to find his grandfather, play chess, drink tea or something, and sometimes grandpa would show him some of his treasured rags.

There are many types of rags.

Sometimes it's a yellowed picture; Sometimes it's a tea cup that's missing; Sometimes it's bottles and cans, sometimes it's some broken copper......

Grandpa and the uncle sometimes argued over these things, as if they were arguing, but fortunately the scrapyard was close to the railroad and there were no people around, otherwise I was afraid that many people would come to the door to ask for explanations. However, most of the time, the two have a good conversation.

The last few days have been different, though.

A few days ago, I can't remember a few days ago.

That afternoon, he was out digging earthworms and coming back just in time to bump into the uncle going out. The other party looked annoyed, the rosacea red nose looked extraordinarily red, and he muttered in his mouth, and he didn't know what he was talking about. When I went out, I touched him and almost hit him.

After that, the uncle did not apologize to himself as the teacher said, but stared at him viciously.

He didn't like that look, it was so terrible that he had a nightmare at night, in which the uncle stared at him so viciously that he was covered in blood.

When I entered the house, I saw my grandfather.

Grandpa reluctantly squeezed out a smile on his face and asked him if he was having fun?

He nodded vigorously.

However, he knew that his grandfather was unhappy, very unhappy, even more unhappy than the last time he pulled Zhang Xiaoya's pigtails in the kindergarten and provoked Zhang Xiaoya's mother to come to the door to say some ugly words.

Later, he never saw this uncle.

Why did he come to the door tonight?

Grandpa stood up and led the uncle out of the door, where they whispered something so low that he couldn't hear it clearly, even though he was hiding behind it.

Later, the voices of the two people grew louder and louder, and they quarreled.

Through the half-open door, he saw the uncle's face, the same face he had seen in the nightmare, who was glaring at him viciously.

He's scared!

Very scared!

In reality, a teardrop flowed out of the corner of Gu Xinyan's eyes and slowly slid down his cheek.