The twilight is coming to an end, and the afterglow of the setting sun is gradually being obscured by the deep night.

This hour of alternating darkness is the stall of the night walk of the hundred ghosts.

Nan Wu flicked the wick, took out a piece of soul-devouring incense the length of his little finger from his purse, glanced at the southeast corner of the house, and said lightly: "Don't you leave, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave......

There was no wind in the room, but the drapery in the dark place suddenly moved.

Seeing that the woman was gone, Nan Wu retracted her gaze, remembering the dagger on her chest, and couldn't help but feel a little irritable. The incense brow that stared at the head of his hand was twisted into a dead knot, but in the end it was lit by the lamp.

White smoke curled up, and a faint fishy sweetness instantly filled the room.

Soul devouring incense, made by the secret method of southern Xinjiang, is used to drive away evil ghosts and disperse the dead.

This evil ghost and undead coexist with people, day and night, and does not appear in front of ordinary people, but it makes Nanwu very sad. It's just because of her that she has had a pair of yin and yang eyes since she was a child.

This yin and yang eyes are actually nothing unusual, the huge Nanchu, there are many goddesses and Taoists who are born with yin and yang eyes. However, she is different from them, she still has a good ability to carve her heart.

It is precisely because of this ability that a lot of evil ghosts and ghosts are eager to her. But whenever you smell her breath within a radius of ten miles, there must be someone who wants to come to the door to try their luck, begging for a resurrection after death, and obsessing with it.

It is said that this person is dead, and he is still obsessed with a fart? A bowl of Meng Po soup will be gone, and all the old hatreds and hatreds can be gone.

But people, in the end, they are imprisoned by seven emotions and six desires, and it is inevitable that there will be some unfinished regrets.

For example, the resentment and hatred that have not been killed, the grand cause that has not been accomplished, and the favor and friendship that have not been repaid are not something that can be solved by a sentence of bliss in the afterlife.

Sending off the uninvited guests in the room, Nanwu and his clothes went to the bed.

As soon as I caught my eyes, I felt that in a hazy way, there was a long and obscure whisper in my ears, as if there was a noisy buzzing of the soul bell.

She frowned, struggling to open her eyes, and a familiar face came into view.

She looked stunned and murmured, "A-Niang? ”

As if hearing her call, the person in front of him hugged her body tighter.

At this time, Nanwu found that she and A-Niang were kneeling on the ancient altar in the city. The cold altar, the four corners and eight directions painted the ancient totems of southern Xinjiang with blood.

Under the altar, the white-haired grandmother of the witch doctor with a ravine-covered face was holding aloft the wooden staff that was very polished. She kept chanting the ancient southern Xinjiang language. Below the stage were the black oppressive clansmen, who bowed down their heads reverently......

In the other direction, her father stood with his hands in his hands, looking at them motionlessly, his eyes deep and sad, making people feel indescribable despair.

As soon as the soul bell "buzzed", the chanting stopped abruptly, and the four fell into silence.

She was uneasy in her heart, and blurted out a soft call for "A-Niang......

Then, she felt two pats on her back as if she were soothing, like a childhood lure before going to bed.

"Wu'er, don't be afraid!" A-Niang's gentle voice sounded in her ears, "A-Niang can't accompany you anymore." Wu'er, you sleep here obediently, believe in A-Niang, A-Niang will not let you die, you will live, always, live well......"

Ticking, something seemed to land on the back of her neck.

Is it raining?

She looked up at the dazzling sun, and her throat felt unbearably sour.

The sticky and hot liquid still didn't stop, drop by drop, drop by drop on the back of her neck, and she shivered all over......

She turned her head to look, and saw that her eyes were full of scarlet, overwhelming the sky......