There was a fierce ghost chasing behind, and there was a fierce ghost in front of him to intercept it, Miao Qianye couldn't help but let herself cry, and the long sword stabbed straight at the female ghost in front of her. But just when she was out of the sword, Qin Xueli and Lao Zhuang stopped her, and Qin Xueli's voice came from her ears: "Don't go crazy, if you kill her, Lao Zhuang will have to fight with you." ”

"Xiaoya, let's go!"

That's right, it was Zhuang Xiaoya who came in. The little girl was very clever and knew that her father must be in the Seven Killings Jedi, so she deliberately followed up a while late. However, the little girl didn't expect to see a group of ghosts in the ancient tomb, and she was immediately frightened and raised her hands and screamed, so she was regarded as a ghost by Miao Qianye.

The six escaped from the tomb, but the ghost did not catch up. Lao Zhuang held back the fire in his belly and scolded his daughter severely. This kid really should be scolded, he doesn't know the severity at all, can the ancient tomb go down if he wants to? This is not an ordinary ancient tomb, it was left by Gu Changhe, the vice president of the Heavenly Machine Association, so they have no choice.

"Lao Zhuang, it's almost, Xiaoya is also curious." Qin Xueli saw that the scolding was almost over, and the little girl was about to cry, so he stood up to persuade him.

"Okay. Shinoya, go back quickly. ”

"I don't, I want to be together."

"You ......"

"Lao Zhuang, forget it, let Xiaoya come along. Even if you drive her back, she will sneak up with her, which is even more dangerous. Qin Xueli smiled bitterly, he had already seen the face of this little girl, she belonged to the kind of stubborn and stubborn temper, if you make up your mind, not to mention that the nine cows can't be pulled back, I'm afraid it's useless to tie her up.

"Xueli, is it really a ghost?" Gu Ruohua also stood up and diverted the topic.

"Ghosts? I don't know. How about the three of you? Does your neck still hurt? Qin Xueli smiled bitterly, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but at this time, except for ghosts and gods. What else could explain the strange phenomenon inside the tomb? A group of floating women, with their hair scattered, can't be killed with knives, can't be broken with guns, pinching and biting people, isn't it a ghost?

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"It doesn't hurt so soon? Let me see. "Qin Xueli was quite surprised. Just now, I saw Gu Ruohua being pinched and almost died. Taking a closer look, Qin Xueli felt even more surprised, Gu Ruohua didn't even have a pinch mark on his neck. Qin Xueli called Hu Li, Miao Qianye over, and there were no pinch marks on their necks.

"How so?" The third daughter also felt strange.

I still remember the feeling when I was choked by a ghost, it was not a joke, but I pinched it to death with all my strength, and my strength was much stronger than that of ordinary people. When choked, I couldn't breathe at all, and the only thing I could do was keep my eyes open. Push the female ghost with her hands, but no matter what she does, the female ghost will strangle to death, not giving them a chance to breathe.

"I see!" Qin Xueli suddenly smiled bitterly.

"What is it?"

"It's not a ghost. Lao Zhuang, do you know all kinds of things? Qin Xueli asked.

"Yes. In ancient times, there were all kinds of fingers: golden chrysanthemum - a woman who sold tea; Kapok - Langzhong who heals people's diseases; Daffodil - Restaurant Singer; Firethorn - Jugglers; Flower in the soil - porter; A scarf - a fortune teller; Dimenpi – a person who sells herbs; Sanmen Cai - the person who plays tricks; Four-door hanging - Jianghu artist; Wumenping - storyteller and critic; Liumen Troupe - street singers; Seven Door Tunes - The Man Who Builds a Canopy and Ties Paper; Bamen Chat - a singer on the high stage. ”

Hearing Lao Zhuang say this, several women were also curious, even Gu Ruohua, who was very good at studying history, did not expect that the variety would contain so much information. Previously, she just thought of variety as an idiom.

"The Seventh Gate. What is the trade? Qin Xueli asked.

"Seven Doors - the person who builds the tent and ties the paper, that is, the so-called color maker. To put it in layman's terms, it is a paper craftsman. Paper tie, also known as paste paper, tie paper, color paste, etc., melt paper-cutting, painting, straw weaving, bamboo and pasting in one, say good is a folk traditional art, say bad is the craftsman who eats the dead man's meal. For what is pierced is not artistic, but it is some boy and girl who are burned for the dead. Paper houses and paper horses and the like. Lao Zhuang said.

"You know that?"

"Or else?" Lao Zhuang asked rhetorically.

"Yes, it seems that there are still a lot of things that have been lost in your Captain Jin's lineage, and if you were on Earth, you would definitely come into contact with the paper maker."

Many people think that the paper people, paper horses and other things that are tied out are just sold to the people who do funerals. If you simply think so. That's a big mistake, because during the day it's the business of the dead, and at night, it's the business of the dead. As the saying goes, tie the color craftsman, tie the ghost paper, and tie the ghost paper to sacrifice yin and yang. Because the store is full of paper people, paper horses, and ghost sedan chairs in the spirit house, it is common for lonely souls and wild ghosts to enter the store!

Of course, this is the papermaker's own statement, and it is actually not that magical.

The real paper-binding craftsman is also considered to be a feng shui line, but the paper-binding craftsman is not a good person, and the feng shui secrets that he is proficient in are all used to deceive and deceive. Their magic lies in the combination of magnetic field and paper binding, which makes the paper come alive.

In his previous life, Qin Xueli and his friend Zheng Qi went to the northeast mountain village to investigate feng shui, and passed through a remote village at that time, and the road was not open, only motorcycles could walk. At that time, it was already dark, so Qin Xueli discussed with Zheng Qi for a while and decided to spend the night in the village. Most of the people in the Northeast are more bold, and they give more money, so they stay.

When they moved in, the Northeast man told the two that it was not peaceful at night, and they should not go out if they were fine. Qin Xueli and the others didn't take this seriously, it was nothing more than petty theft, or someone robbed. But Qin Xueli and the others are both very skilled, if they encounter a robber, it is difficult to say who robbed whom.

Feng Shui masters have the habit of watching the stars at night, and the stars are shining that night, so Qin Xueli and Zheng Qi walked to the open space in the village to watch the stars. Suddenly, there was a sound of "dong dong dong" in front of them, it turned out to be the sound of horses' hooves, Qin Xueli and the others were very curious, how could there be a horse riding in these years, and they were still on the road at night.

In fact, it is not surprising that there were also horse breeders in the countryside of Northeast China at that time. In this way, after a while, the sound of horses' hooves got closer and closer, and Qin Xueli finally saw a man riding a white horse rushing over. As they passed them, the big white horse stopped, and the man on the horse asked them where Aoyama Pass was going.

The place where Qin Xueli and the others used was Qingshan Pass, so he told the man that this was it. So the man asked them again if they knew about Zhao Laogen's family. Qin Xueli and the others naturally didn't know, so they said that they were from other places and were not familiar with the village. When the man had heard this, he stopped asking, and rode away, presumably asking someone else.

"Don't you think it's weird?" Zheng Qi had already seen that the man and the white horse were very weird, there was no trace of life on his body, and he was lifeless. The man, in particular, was as pale as paper.

"Nothing surprising, it's a trick of a papermaker." Qin Xueli actually saw it early in the morning. His master Qin Huaishan has traveled all over the country and has a wide range of knowledge, and has long told him about the papermaker. It is said that this paper-binding craftsman has a secret technique that can make paper-binding come alive, but in fact, it is to use the effect of magnetic fields to make paper-binding action.

Normally, the paper-binding craftsmen are using the paper-binding paper to scary people, and then coaxing the ghosts to come out to collect debts, and need to buy the paper to burn to the ghosts, the business of the paper-binding shops is naturally endless, and then the paper-binding craftsmen who lack virtue simply pretend to be the master of catching ghosts, and after the villagers are frightened, they will stage a drama of catching ghosts, and they will definitely be able to cheat a lot of money.

"Since it's a paper tie, how do you pinch people?"

After listening to Qin Xueli's description, everyone still didn't understand, especially Gu Ruohua, when he was choked before, the power from his neck was still fresh in his memory. According to what Qin Xueli said, the trick of the papermaker is also to deceive people, and it is impossible to kill people.

"That's why you don't have a pinch mark on your neck. Gu Changhe presumably cast the illusion on the body of the paper, and when you were pinched by the paper, you fell into the illusion, and you felt that you were being choked, and when the paper was picked open, you would wake up from the illusion immediately. It really doesn't leave a trace at all. Qin Xueli was amazed that he had been deceived.

But in retrospect, it was normal for me to be deceived.

The tomb was eerie and terrifying, and there were all kinds of ghost screams, Qin Xueli was full of ghosts and monsters at that time, and he was very nervous, and he suddenly ran into a "female ghost", and he didn't think about it for a while. If he hadn't found that there were no pinch marks on the third girl's neck afterwards, Qin Xueli probably wouldn't have remembered it, after all, it had been a long time ago since he went to the Northeast.

"I see, how do we crack the paper?" Gu Ruohua asked.

PS: The third watch arrives, asking for a monthly pass. Thank you to all the friends who have supported! (To be continued......)