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With a stomach full of questions, Yan Xuemeng returned to the research center, and after Ning Qinghua left the tea field, he said that he was going to walk around, and he would return to Yan Xuemeng's mountain villa when he had dinner in the evening.

When I returned to the villa after work to prepare a dinner for two, Yan Xuemeng, who was originally a good cook, had the wrong seasonings several times for this meal, if it weren't for the more ingredients stored in the refrigerator, the two of them would have to eat white rice tonight.

Waiting until about six o'clock in the evening, the dishes were ready, and Yan Xuemeng, who was sitting at the dining table and waiting quietly, was still full of the word "haunted" in her head.

In fact, from childhood to adulthood, Yan Xuemeng was also a bold and boundless child, often doing things that even boys might not dare to do, so in Yunlong Town back then, he was also a famous "child king".

In the past, living conditions in the countryside were not as good as they are now, and now every household has several televisions, which can be regarded as a rarity in the countryside in those days, only the best families in the village have them, and they are fourteen-inch black-and-white televisions. Under such conditions, many rural children at that time did not grow up watching TV, but grew up in the stories of their elders.

After the peasants who have been busy all day after eating, they often gather in groups of three or five, and the old people will talk to each other about some strange things, among which ghosts and ghosts are inevitable. At that time, Yan Xuemeng was very curious about this kind of story, and she was bold. Often when the story is told, there are a lot of children around it, but as the story progresses. Although he was timid, he ran home halfway when he heard it, and Yan Xuemeng was often the last one.

Of course, with the passage of time, Yan Xuemeng, who grew up, only regarded the ghost stories she heard when she was a child as a rural talk, and I believe that any mature adult would not take it as a reality.

However, in today's day. Just a few hours ago, Ning Qinghua, a classmate from his own university, who also received modern higher education, suddenly told himself that the tea field was haunted. You must know that after Yan Xuemeng graduated, she has been living in this mountain villa. This place is only 100 meters away from the tea field.

This kind of confusion lasted until Ning Qinghua came back from outside, just like the noise at dinner yesterday. It's dinner time today. Whether it was Ning Qinghua or Yan Xuemeng, both of them seemed very calm, and after a dinner, the two did not have any verbal communication.

"You go upstairs and take a rest, when the time comes, I'll call you!"

After eating, Ning Qinghua took the initiative to take on the job of washing dishes. When cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table, Ning Qinghua gave a special order.

"Are you really going to go tonight?"

Yan Xuemeng's brain was still a mess at this time. On the one hand, he has studied scientific knowledge for more than ten years, and on the other hand, Ning Qinghua has undoubtedly made a positive conclusion. Yan Xuemeng really didn't know which side she should believe.

"Even modern science requires real yàn to verify it! You just think it's a real yàn, and it's not over. ”

Ning Qinghua naturally found that Yan Xuemeng was under some pressure at this time, so he opened his mouth to persuade him.

Yan Xuemeng thought about it, but she could really accept it, smiled at Ning Qinghua, and then went upstairs to her room.

There was a wall clock on the wall of the hall on the first floor, and when the hour hand pointed to the number "11", Ning Qinghua, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes. And almost at the same time, the doorknob of Yan Xuemeng's room on the second floor also sounded.

Ning Qinghua turned his head to take a look, only to see Yan Xuemeng who came out of the room, looking quite haggard, her eyes were also a little bloodshot, and she couldn't help but shake her head and smile bitterly.

Obviously, the method of letting her take a break beforehand didn't play any role at all, and it is estimated that Yan Xuemeng has been staying up with her eyes open until now. …,

After washing her face in the bathroom on the second floor, Yan Xuemeng recovered a little and walked downstairs to Ning Qinghua.

"How? It's time to go! ”

"Wait!"

Ning Qinghua made a sound to stop Yan Xuemeng, who was about to go out, and took out two slender willow leaves from the pocket of his clothes, looking very fresh and green.

"Where are you doing this? I really believe what you said now. ”

Seeing these two fresh willow trees, Yan Xuemeng opened her mouth wide, and she looked like a ghost.

Willow trees are deciduous plants, and almost every city in Jiangnan is built next to rivers and lakes, and the shadow of willow trees can definitely be found on the banks of those rivers and lakes. Yan Xuemeng is an authentic Jiangnan native, so she naturally knows that at this time, the willow trees have long been gone, and only the bare trunks and willows are left, and it is impossible to find such a fresh one.

"You better don't ask so much, anyway, you can figure it out, you really want to see what the hell looks like?"

Yan Xuemeng is an ordinary person, if she wants to see ghosts, unless she is born with yang eyes. Ning Qinghua could naturally learn from the old Tao of the Danding faction, and use a talisman to temporarily open Yan Xuemeng's Heavenly Eye, so that she could see the soul and spirit. It's a pity that Ning Qinghua doesn't have Huangfu cinnabar on hand now, so he went to buy it temporarily, and it is not so convenient for Yunlong Town here. In the end, Ning Qinghua could only mobilize the earth's leyline aura and let a wild willow pull out green shoots in an instant. After leaving the tea field in the afternoon, Ning Qinghua went to do this.

In Feng Shui metaphysics, the willow tree is the head of the five ghosts, and it is not nonsense to be able to see spirits and ghosts by smearing the juice of willow leaves on the eyes, but this method is not so simple.

"What hell is it true to cover your eyes with willow leaves?"

Ning Qinghua didn't expect Yan Xuemeng to know about this, a little surprised, but then he thought of the endless ghost movies and television nowadays, which mentioned some things in metaphysics, but in the eyes of a "professional" like Ning Qinghua, it was basically a bull's head and a horse's mouth, just nonsense.

Seeing that Yan Xuemeng really knew something, Ning Qinghua was also interested, and asked casually.

"Then do you know the phrase 'don't plant mulberry in front, don't plant willows in the back, and don't plant ghosts and clap hands in front of the door'!"

Yan Xuemeng saw the banter in Ning Qinghua's eyes, and immediately knew that the other party was making fun of herself, but her original nervousness seemed to be somewhat relieved.

The so-called "don't plant mulberry in front, don't plant willow in the back, and don't plant ghosts in front of the door to clap your hands" refers to the three kinds of ghost trees in feng shui metaphysics, which are mulberry, willow, and poplar. Sangtong "mourning" sound, and the branches of the willow tree are often used as "mourning sticks" and "soul flags" when the funeral is made, as for the poplar, it moves in the wind, and the leaves are rattling, like the sound of clapping hands, so it is called "ghost clapping". In fact, these three kinds of trees have a certain function of gathering evil qi, so it is appropriate to call them ghost trees.

After confirming that Yan Xuemeng was ready, Ning Qinghua smeared the sap squeezed out of the two willow trees on his eyes, and then whispered softly in his mouth.

Nothingness sees the light, three points mark the hall, and the micro-rotating grinding mirror adds brightness.

When the last "bright" word sound came out of Ning Qinghua's mouth, Yan Xuemeng immediately felt a coolness in her eyes, opened her eyes instead, and looked around carefully, only to find that all the scenes had not changed.

"What about the ghosts?"

Seeing Yan Xuemeng's curious and somewhat timid look, Ning Qinghua couldn't help but chuckle.

"This place is your permanent residence, although you are not a master, you can be regarded as practicing some superficial skills, and your blood is vigorous, how can there be ghosts where you live! Have you done something wrong? ”

Ning Qinghua's last sentence was obviously a joke, Yan Xuemeng saw that she was being teased by the other party, and the trace of timidity in her heart also dissipated, and she looked resentful. …,

"Let's go, if you delay any longer, you won't be able to see the evidence you said!"

Half an hour later, the two of them came to the nearest hillside to the depression. Along the way, Yan Xuemeng found that her eyesight seemed to have improved a lot, in such a dark night, the scenery fifty or sixty meters away was clear, but she didn't see a "ghost" at all.

As Ning Qinghua lay behind a row of low tea trees, the situation in the depression below was unobstructed.

It was almost the end of the month in December, and it was early in the morning, and the temperature on this hill was about minus five or six degrees, coupled with the night wind whistling from time to time, which made Yan Xuemeng feel a little chilly.

Ning Qinghua was already cold and hot, so he was naturally not afraid of this low temperature, but after seeing Yan Xuemeng's shivering child, he handed over the down jacket he put on to the other party.

"You're not afraid of freezing, aren't you?"

"Don't worry, no problem, don't forget jì, I'm a master of internal boxing!"

Yan Xuemeng has really heard of it, all the masters who have practiced internal boxing are extremely cold-resistant and heat-resistant, and after seeing Ning Qinghua take off his down jacket, his face was still light-hearted, and he honestly draped this down jacket on himself.

Seeing that Yan Xuemeng had hidden her position, Ning Qinghua began to arrange the formation within a range of about five or six meters around the two of them.

This time, Ning Qinghua arranged a formation to block the flow of aura, which was actually to prevent the flow of the surrounding yang qi from entering this range. You must know that unless it is a ghost cultivator like Wang Wei, if it is an ordinary ghost, there is no way to detect the person or thing in this formation.

In fact, if it was only Ning Qinghua who came this time, there would be no need to arrange the formation, as long as he turned into a state of fetal breath, even if Wang Wei came, he would not want to find out his hiding place just by relying on the qi machine to investigate.

It's just that there is also a Yan Xuemeng who came today, she doesn't know the method of fetal breathing, and between breaths, it will naturally affect the flow of the surrounding yang qi. For a ghost, it's a big light bulb in a dark room, and unless you're blind, you can't see it.

"There's something!"

Just as Ning Qinghua had just set up the formation, he heard Yan Xuemeng's obviously trembling voice.

A hundred meters away, in the depression, the earth was churning up and down like boiling water. Suddenly, an arm glowing with a dark light slammed up from under the earth.

"It's a corpse!"

At this moment, Ning Qinghua, who was originally calm and composed, also changed his face a little. RQ

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