Zhang Meng just wanted to close his eyes as the fat man said, but found Ye Jiuji? After a few steps, he reached out to pick the triangular face.

"Brother Meng, it's useless to close your eyes now, we all saw it just now." Xiao Lou persuaded in the back.

Hearing Xiao Lou's words, Zhang Meng thought about it, and prepared to deal with the triangular face with Ye Jiu. But this time, the triangular face was not as evil as it was at the beginning, and it was not seen if it was not seen.

Ye Jiu used a slight force to pull down his triangular face.

The fat man's fingers covering his eyes quietly parted a slit, and after seeing the triangular face in Ye Jiu's hand, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn!" It turned out that this thing was dead. ”

Everyone looked up and realized that this triangular face did not suddenly appear in front of everyone, but had been hanging in the corridor all along.

It's just that a few people moved too much to make this thing fall.

"Don't move!" The fat man suddenly stopped Zhang Meng, narrowed his little eyes, pointed to the front and said, "Look, there are more such things on the roof in front." ”

"Where?"

Following the direction of the fat man's finger, Zhang Meng raised his head ninety degrees, and at this glance, he was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. As the fat man said, just in front of everyone, the long corridor was filled with countless identical triangular faces. Although these triangular faces have long been made into specimens, their facial expressions are still very clear, and the pale faces seem to carry deep resentment, especially the pair of turquoise pupils, which make people dare not look directly.

"I'm shit, which pervert did this." The fat man tilted his head as he walked forward, and his cervical spine was about to break: "Why do these things look like hanged ghosts so much." ”

"Not to mention, you're apt to describe it this time." Zhang Meng stared at the triangular faces hanging on the roof: "If it weren't for the fact that their size was a little worse than that of humans, I really thought they were hanged ghosts." ”

"Not the Hangman." Ye Jiu looked at the strange specimens in his hand: "But obviously someone deliberately hung them upside down here." ”

"That's disgusting." The fat man said.

"And what is his purpose?" Zhang Meng remembered what happened before: "What I saw with the fat man were all living triangular faces, can this dead one also make people lose their minds?" ”

"I don't know." Ye Jiu threw away the head in his hand, wiped his fingers, and then continued to walk forward.

Zhang Meng, Fatty, and Xiaolou followed closely behind Ye Jiu.

Zhang Meng poked the fat man: "Hey, what do you think these hanging things are?" ”

"I look at their size, and the shape of their air-dried faces, they look like yellow skins." The fat man scratched the back of his head and said.

"Yellow skin?" Hearing the fat man say this, Zhang Meng was shocked.

The so-called yellow skin is actually the name of the weasel in the mainland, and the weasel in the old society liked to make a nest in people's homes, and the fart was very smelly. But it is said that this thing can charm people and possess people, so everyone respectfully calls it: Yellow Immortal. Families blessed by Huang Xian are often smooth sailing, and families who are retaliated by Huang Xian are often ruined.

When Zhang Meng was in Hong Kong, he had more or less heard some tricks about Huangpizi.

"Fat brother, since these things are little weasels, how can they not have tails?" Xiao Lou asked.

"Yes, if you look at them like this, they are obviously measured by people. Dressed in black, white, yellow, and red, I think it's more like rag dolls played by a group of ancient people, and you can see that they look like yellow skins. Zhang Meng also said.

"Cut, the fat man told you." Seeing Zhang Meng and Xiaolou questioning themselves again and again, the fat man was not hit, but lowered his voice and leaned into Zhang Meng and Xiaolou's ears: "Legend has it that this thing is psychic." ”

"Psychic?" Zhang Meng really doesn't know much about this.

"Nonsense!" The fat man said solemnly: "Haven't you heard of the disciples from the Northeast? ”

"Out of the horse disciple, jumping the great god?" Xiao Lou asked.

"This is it." The fat man said tremblingly: "Legend has it that the Baojia Immortal worshiped by the disciples of the horse is divided into five kinds: fox yellow, white willow and gray. ”

"This fox yellow and white willow gray, respectively, is the fox, weasel, hedgehog, snake, mouse five kinds of animals, folk generally believe that these five kinds of animals are with human beings for a long time, stained with popularity, belong to the animal and demon things. In the Northeast, more than eighty percent of the villagers' homes are enshrined in Baojiaxian, every March 3, September 9, New Year's Day, these people who offer Baojiaxian have to kill a big red rooster to make offerings, for hundreds of years, there has been such a custom. It is said that if you have a headache, fever, cold and other minor problems, as long as you worship Baojiaxian, it will be fine the next day, but if you offend Baojiaxian and kill a weasel or something, this thing will often be attached to your family's body, jumping around, and tossing your family until it is ruined. ”

"Alright, alright." Seeing that the fat man was really talking endlessly, Zhang Meng immediately stopped the fat man: "What do you mean by this?" ”

"Damn, I've said so much, you still don't know what the fat man meant?" The fat man looks like you are an idiot: "The fat man is saying that these triangular faces on our heads are the group of Baojia immortals." ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Seeing that the fat man was getting more and more uncertain, Zhang Meng asked with some weakness: "Why are you so sure." ”

"Nonsense, you think for yourself." The fat man was anxious and shouted, "Are we both on the road?" ”

"Well, that's true." Zhang Meng nodded.

"And." The fat man said again: "Think about it, these evil arts we know, apart from the Taoist gods, what else can be directly possessed?" If you trace the source, in fact, this Baojia Immortal is also passed down from Taoism. ”

"They're too?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Nonsense! Taoists just like to play with these gods and ghosts can't tell things. The fat man pursed his mouth and continued: "And Laizi also told me before his death, I must be right." Our previous experience of being recruited is simply a fucking means to protect the family immortals. And the eyes of this thing, turquoise and green, look like a beast. As he spoke, the fat man didn't forget to point to the upside-down triangular faces in front of him: "Plus the triangular awl face, apart from the weasel, what else is this face shape." ”

"Think about it again, since they are Baojia Immortals, only they can transform into human form, if you look at their size, they are clearly a weasel!" The fat man said, pointing to the top of his head.

"According to what you say, since they are all Bao Jia Immortals who have become essences, why are they still hanging here? Could it be ......" Speaking of this, Zhang Meng swallowed nervously: ē They were all killed by someone? ”