The old man said: "I didn't dare to look out, so suddenly, touch!" All of a sudden, the outside began to slam the door again, and he slapped the door with his hand, crackling and hurrying, as if something was chasing after him.

She kept shouting, Daddy! Father! Crying and shouting. That's my daughter, I've been raising her for so many years, what if she is really chased by a ghost, she can't even live in peace! Then I opened the door for her. ”

The old man paused, glanced at the door of the temple, and swallowed.

"And then? Is it really Cuicui? Huang Yu asked.

And then ...... And then there's Cuicui outside! Her face was white, covered in mud, her hair sticking to her head, she was still wearing the mourning clothes she was buried in, and she was holding a bag of things in her hand. She just looked at me like that, I'm a mother!

She called me: 'Dad', and then smiled, the kind that didn't smile, she said that she wouldn't let her in, I let her, she walked in straight, stiff! The whole person is like a dead man crawling out of a coffin!

I'm scared, I don't dare to say it, look at the ground, I'm damn! She has no shadow! ”

Speaking of this, the blood vessels in the old man's brain seemed to be about to burst open, almost every part of his body was trembling, and his hands and feet became as cold as ice.

"She has no shadow, no shadow, she is a real ghost! My eyes were full of golden flowers, my tongue froze, and I couldn't scream with my mouth open. She looked back at me, and I didn't hear clearly, so I felt my head spin and faint, and the sound of ghosts asking for my life came from my ears, and then I fainted, and I didn't know anything.

Then when I woke up, I saw Cuicui looking at me directly, beside my bed, holding a bowl of medicine, and a layer of yellow paper floating on the medicine! Yellow paper for the dead!

She said to me, 'Dad, you are sick, you need to take medicine,' and she poured it into my mouth, but I didn't dare to spit it out, so I swallowed it. Since then, every time I eat, I can eat yellow paper, either ground into powder, or a few pieces of paper directly placed on it.

My leg, working in the field fell and injured, she also used yellow paper to put on me, and I was not allowed to go to the doctor, the more serious it became, I secretly wrapped it up and she found that she went crazy directly, and her eyes were scarlet, like a crazy demon, she grabbed my hand and pumped it in her face, 'Can you beat me?' If you beat me, I hurt you, you can beat me as much as you want, you beat me! ’”

The old man grabbed Huang Yu's hand and imitated Cuicui's movements, his cloudy eyes looked straight forward as if he was stunned by the devil.

Huang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he patted him on the shoulder to bring him back to his soul.

If nothing else, the old man is about to be assimilated by Cuicui.

"I know, I'll go back with you later, you're ......"

"Knock knock."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock at the door, which was very obvious in the silence and oppressive winter day.

At the same knock on the door, the old man trembled, his mouth was half open, and he let out a hoarse exclamation, like a knife splitting his chest.

"Shhhhhh

"What should come will come, and I will meet her."

The sharp blade in Huang Yu's hand was unsheathed, and he stood at the door and asked who it was.

The old man's whole body trembled, cold sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, goosebumps formed all over his body, his uneasy heart fluttered violently, and his eyes stared at the door in fear.

"Faith girl Cuicui, come to ask for Buddha."

A clear and sweet voice rang close to my ears, sounding no different from ordinary people.

Hearing this voice, suddenly the old man's face turned pale, and beads of sweat continued to seep out of his head, gathering on the tip of his nose, and his face was covered with sweat.

He waved desperately at Huang Yu, motioning for her not to open the door.

Huang Yu motioned for the old man to go to the house first.

"The temple is closed today, so the girl will come back another day." Huang Yu said towards the door.

There was a thump outside the door, like a mallet on the ground.

Ming Qi squinted and looked at a knee-jerked ghost figure standing outside the door, only two small feet could be seen clearly, the feet were the size of palms, and they made a thumping sound when they stepped on the ground.

The ghost figure hovered back and forth at the door, as if receiving some signal, and only after a while did he speak: "Master can't deceive people, I saw a person go in just now, why can he go in, but I can't go in?" ”

"He's sweeping the floor here." Huang Yu said.

After a while, a mournful shout sounded outside, "No, he didn't sweep the floor, you liar!" ”

The screams were piercing, startling several crows in the trees.

The Immortal Qi in Shen Qi's hand was already ready, as long as the things outside dared to do anything to Huang Yu, he would immediately let it be wiped out!

Huang Yu's words changed, "Okay, I really misunderstood, you can come in." ”

Then he quickly opened the door and sideways to keep his bladed hand in front of him.

The weather was overcast, and the sky was full of thick, low, grayish-yellow cloudy clouds.

The faces of the people outside were rough by the wind, like unglazed pottery, and their lips were so dry that they burst into skin. Her skin was gray, and the wind and frost accumulated over the years left deep marks on her face, obviously a big girl in her twenties, but the whole person was like a woman in her forties and fifties.

He was not tall, with a blue square turban over his hair, and was wearing a plain checkered shirt and a pair of gray pants. The white shirt that had been sewn and mended an unknown number of times was tightly wrapped on the body, and a few pieces of broken cloth were wrapped around the body to barely keep out the cold, and the exposed naked skin became red after the cold wind blew, and there was still some mud on the toes, and there were many traces on the clothes, and there was a sour and smelly smell.

The northeast wind whined and roared, running wildly in the wilderness, as if holding a sharp blade, able to pierce the tight cotton jacket, the old man was dressed like a big zongzi, but the girl in front of him was so thinly dressed. The exposed flesh of the face, Huang Yu felt cold when he looked at it.

She carried a shiny basket on her arm, which was covered with a black cloth so that she could not see what was inside.

Her arms were bent into a position, her fingernails were covered with mud, her hair was loose, her hair was greasy, and even in locks, her hair was knotted into strands, her forehead bangs covered her cloudy eyes, and her mouth drooped.

Her face was very gloomy and ugly, like a frost-beaten eggplant leaf, black and sallow, and the eyes of both father and daughter were like that, the eyes were sunken deep into their sockets, and the eyes were full of hollowness and confusion. Cuicui is less fearful and more gloomy than the old man.

The white eyes were yellow, without a trace of brilliance, and there was no blood on the lips, only the eyeballs kept scanning everything in the temple, as if he was a living dead man who could only move his eyes.

Huang Yu stood to the side, Cuicui walked in tremblingly, and when she crossed the threshold, Huang Yu noticed that her feet were raised very high, and she did not touch the threshold at all.

Although the whole person trembled, she did not raise her hand to hold on to the door.

There was a dilapidated statue of the door god floating on the door.

Cuicui walked in stiffly, turned around, and stood at the door, looking at Huang Yu with a pair of apricot eyes.

Cuicui's face was gloomy, her eyes were colorless, and Yin Tang saw a faint gray and slightly black complexion.

Huang Yu felt that she was looking at her, and the whole person was not good, and the hairs on her body stood up, as if she was being stared at by a ghost.

There was silence all around, even the wind was not blowing, the silence could hear the sound of breathing, the silence was so quiet that the heartbeat could be heard, the silence was even audible when the needle dropped, and the two people did not make a sound, standing at the door and looking at each other.

Huang Yu's eyes were like ice, shooting out a cold light,

Ming Qi stared at Cuicui tightly, and there was a cold light in the corner of her eyes, so unfamiliar, like a dagger. There is no deliberate disguise, but people can clearly see the slightest bit of coldness and indifference in his eyes.

The expression is lazy, but in the depths of his eyes is absolute solemnity and coldness.

The cruel contempt that regards all beings as ants, and the eyes that look at Huang Yu are completely two people.

He turned the marbles formed by the dark qi in his hand, as long as she took a step further, regardless of whether he was a human or a ghost, the whole person would go directly to Huangquan!

Cuicui's pupils suddenly became larger, her lips moved but she couldn't say a word, as if sensing something, her pale face, her frowns were locked, as if dark clouds were thick, the hand hidden in the sleeve stretched out, stiffly hanging down to her side, and her fingers still bent fiercely.

"I've seen the master."

She bent down slightly, her knees creaking, and gave a stiff salute to Huang Yu.

"Good donor." Huang Yu nodded back.

After finishing speaking, Cuicui walked directly over the phoenix feather, stopped in front of the release pool in the middle of the yard, her empty eyes looked at the old turtle's dry eyes, she bent down and bowed, took out a handful of yellow paper from the basket with her hand, sprinkled it on the old turtle's shell, and chanted in the air:

"The old fairy blesses, the believer Cuicui has a little heart, please smile at the old fairy."

The northeast wind whined and blew yellow paper, making circles in the release pond.

Phoenix Feather cast her eyes under Cuicui's feet.

Under Cuicui's feet, there is a shadow.

Huang Yu was stunned, was the old man lying, or was Cuicui using a trick?

No, the old man said that only he could hear Cuicui's knock on the door, is it that Cuicui is a ghost and has no shadow, only he can see it?

Cuicui turned her head, and Huang Yu hurriedly raised her eyes and looked back at her.

Huang Yu heard Cuicui ask in a voice without tone: "Master, how old is this old immortal, and he is alive and well, he is really an old immortal sent by heaven." ”

Huang Yu looked at the old turtle that had already become a dried corpse in the release pool, and really wanted to ask her, which eye did you see it alive?

Huang Yu coughed and casually made up an age back to her.

Cuicui turned around and said in a voice that no one else could hear: It's similar to me......

But Huang Yu is not an ordinary person, she heard this sentence very clearly.

She just said that the old turtle was about nine thousand years old. If Cuicui is similar to it, then in front of her is a ghost that has been around for nearly 10,000 years.

A hundred years to become a ghost, ten thousand years, what kind of thing does that have to be?

Huang Yu looked up at the gloomy sky, feeling a little depressed.

The first time I went down to the mortal experience, I met such a powerful underworld in the Lechuan River, and I was uneasy, and when I returned to the world, I met the powerful ghosts of the ghosts, and my luck was really not ordinary. Huang Yu hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed at himself.