The closer he got to the door, the more he could feel the malice outside the door, and when he was still halfway to the door, he suddenly felt fear for no reason, and stopped his tracks, wanting to turn back.

At this moment, the room suddenly became full of golden light, and the source was the Buddhist bead bracelet he wore on his hand.

The golden light is magnificent, and under the light, the sound of chanting like an ethereal Buddha voice comes and pours into the ears, like an initiation, and the whole person suddenly becomes clear, and all fear and panic are swept away in an instant.

I don't know where I got the courage, he opened the door, his eyes were like torches, and he swept out the door.

There was no light outside the door, it was pitch black, but in this thick dark night, Fang Heng could clearly see that there was a misty black fog that poked out from the small living room on one side, and through the crack in the door, it got into the room of Song Wencheng and Lin Yuqin and his wife diagonally opposite.

Isn't this the black fog you saw in your previous dream?

He didn't know what this misty black mist was, but it was obvious that the malice and coldness he felt just now were all emitted by it, and it was obviously not a good thing.

So what should I do?

As he pondered, the black mist seemed to have discovered his presence, and branched out a small stream towards him.

Fang Heng was so frightened that he retreated again and again, but at this moment, the Buddha bead and Buddha light on his wrist were once again flourishing, and the black mist that was probing over was like his hand touching a hot object, and it shrank back violently.

Seeing that this Buddha light could restrain this black mist, he suddenly felt a lot more at ease, felt that he had found a solution, plucked up his courage, raised his right hand wearing Buddha beads, and walked towards the black mist step by step.

With the illumination of the Buddha's light, the black mist quickly became thin and disappeared like hoarfrost melted by water, and finally retreated into the small living room like a tide.

In the spirit of striking while the iron was hot, he quickly chased after him, but just as he entered the small living room, he stopped his steps, held his breath, goosebumps all over his body, and cold hairs stood on end.

I saw that in the center of the small living room, an object wrapped in black smoke was suspended in mid-air, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be a baby who looked only one or two years old.

The baby was curled up, hovering in mid-air, eyes closed, as if asleep, and the black mist that had retreated by the Buddha's light emanated from him.

Ghost!?

Why have I been so unlucky lately! You can meet ghosts everywhere you go!

What should I do now? Is it useful to recite a few verses and call out Amitabha?

Or, quietly back away and not alarming her?

Fang Heng's mind was full of thoughts, and he instantly chose the choice of retreating.

It's just that the Buddha bead bracelet on his right hand held high is still exuding a faint Buddha light, which is also too provocative and eye-catching, so he wanted to put his right hand down, but found that this right hand didn't know what was going on, no matter how hard he tried, it didn't move at all, it was like turning into wood, although he felt it, but he couldn't control it.

It's going to be a dead man!

He was so nervous that his left palm was soaked with sweat, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead unconsciously.

Fortunately, after a while, his feet, which had been a little weak, finally gained strength and began to slowly retreat.

But at that moment, the baby suddenly opened his eyes.

There are no dark pupils in the eyes, only black lines intertwined like spider webs, which makes people gasp, a cold air for no reason, coming out of the back of the spine, jumping straight up, and finally feeling the whole scalp burst and numb.

When the ghost baby opened his eyes, it was as if he had been woken up from his sleep, and he let out a cry.

The cry was loud, far and near, ethereal, coming from all directions, unable to distinguish the specific direction, like a tide, whether it was heard or not, it was desperately squeezed into the ears.

As the cry sounded, the black mist that enveloped him became thicker and denser, like substance, gathering more and more, and then like billowing smoke, and like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, it came towards Fang Heng, who was retreating.

Before he could get closer, he felt a strong resentment and malice, like a pinprick prick, piercing his body, and he couldn't help but feel his body tingle.

It's over!

Obviously he was in the small living room on the second floor, but as if he was standing in the wild, the black wind blew up, causing his pajamas and plackets to swing wildly. It was so blowing that he couldn't even open his eyes.

At the critical moment, it was the Buddha bead bracelet that was powerful, and he clearly felt that there seemed to be some kind of power in his body that was withdrawn, making the Buddha's light brighter and brighter, more and more prosperous, and finally filled the entire second floor, as far as the eye could see, only a bright, but not dazzling golden light, and at the same time heard bursts of magnificent Sanskrit sounds.

From the outside, the glorious Buddha light even pierced through the curtained windows and illuminated the front yard.

At the same time, in a mountain temple five or six kilometers away, there was an old monk who was sitting in meditation.

This old monk is over the age of six, bald head and white beard, sitting upright, and does not look like an old man at all.

When the Buddha's light was prominent, he seemed to be aware of it, opened his eyes, and his bright eyes seemed to penetrate many obstacles and distances, and saw the Buddha's light in the distance.

The old monk nodded with a smile, but without saying anything, he closed his eyes again.

On the other side, not very far from Song Wencheng, only a few kilometers away in a straight line, a Taoist priest wearing a tattered Taoist robe, combing his hair in a bun, and three withered grasses on his head, lying on the stone chair on the side of the street, was also awakened by the movement of the Buddha's light, raised his body slightly, supported the stone chair with his elbows, and looked in one direction.

Half paid, he said, "Eh, why is it a bald donkey again!" ”

After speaking, he seemed to have some regret, shook his head, lay down again, turned over, and continued to sleep.

It's a long story, but in fact, the Buddha's light doesn't last long, just a second or two, and then it quickly turns from prosperity to decline and dims.

Without the reflection of the Buddha's light, the small living room was still dark, and the ghost baby and the black fog that had been oppressed had completely disappeared, as if the scene just now was just an illusion.

However, whether it was a hallucination or not, Fang Heng at this time only felt as if his body had been hollowed out, his spirit was tired, his whole body was weak, he didn't have the heart to look at it at all, he only reluctantly opened the door, returned to his room, and then fell asleep on the bed, and fell asleep after a while.

Obviously, I just encountered such a terrifying and strange thing, but when I was physically and mentally exhausted, I slept very peacefully and soundly this night.

When he opened his eyes, it was already dawn, and he found that he had slept on his stomach yesterday, but now he was lying on the bed at some point, and he was still covered with a quilt.

I thought that I should have fallen asleep, and I rolled it myself, so I didn't care, and then I remembered what happened last night, and then I remembered Song Wencheng and Lin Yuqin, so I hurriedly jumped out of bed, put on slippers, didn't even have time to change clothes, put on pajamas, went out of the door, and saw that the door of the master bedroom was still closed, so I ran over and knocked on the door.

After knocking for a long time, no one answered, and I tried to open the door, but it opened at once, but there was no one in the room.

Seeing this, my heart was a little relieved, since I was not in the room, it means that I went downstairs, it seems that last night's incident did not cause any harm to the two of them.

But the specific situation still has to be seen with your own eyes.

So, he went downstairs, but he was only halfway down the stairs, and just after the turning point, he saw Lin Yuqin wearing an apron on her body, and she was setting up dishes and chopsticks in front of the dining table to prepare breakfast.

Hearing the movement downstairs, he turned his head to take a look, and was a little surprised to find that it was Fang Heng, so he smiled and said, "Heng Heng got up very early today!" ”

"Well, early!"

Is it early? He was anxious to care about the state of Song Wencheng and Lin Yuqin, and when he left the room, he forgot to look at the time.

He looked at Lin Yuqin carefully and found that she still had a little dark circles under her eyes, so he asked, "Didn't Auntie sleep well last night?" ”

"Is it so obvious?" Lin Yuqin touched her face: "I did have a little insomnia last night because I was thinking about things, and then I fell asleep and had nightmares...... Maybe the face is a little bad. ”

Is the black fog just a nightmare? Or was it because he stopped it in time that he didn't have time to make further moves?

Fang Heng remained silent, and when he saw that Song Wencheng was not there, he asked, "Where is Uncle Song?" ”

"Him! I answered the phone and went out first! Lin Yuqin said: "I guess it's something in the hospital!" Normal. After speaking, he glanced at Fang Heng and said, "Come over and have breakfast!" I bought the handmade noodles from East Street today! ”

"I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face first." Fang Heng came down mainly to see how Song Wencheng and Lin Yuqin were, and now that there was nothing wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and went upstairs to wash.

Back on the second floor, he didn't immediately go to the bathroom next to the room to wash up, but hesitated for a moment, then turned a corner and entered the small living room.

This villa is very large, about more than 200 square meters, the first floor is a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom and a dining room, and there is no bedroom for living.

The second floor is divided into three bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom.

The third room is a master bedroom and two bedrooms; The master bedroom is located in the middle and is adjacent to a second bedroom, while the other second bedroom is diagonally opposite. This second bedroom is the room where Fang Heng lives now, and next to it is the shared bathroom on the second floor, and the bathroom is a small living room with a small area of not very large.

The furnishings in this small living room are different from those downstairs, and they are retro style; The exquisitely carved mahogany sofa, mahogany coffee table, mahogany shelf, and leafy potted plants are embellished among them, and the scattered decorations around are also antique design, which looks antique and very tasteful.

This small living room, in fact, is the place where Song Wencheng used to place antiques, in addition to the antique vase that he just bought last night, on the mahogany shelf, there are some porcelain plates, porcelain bowls, jade carvings, etc., if all are genuine, the value is naturally expensive.

Last night, the ghost baby appeared in this small living room, and Fang Heng suspected that it was a sojourner or sealed in some antique - it was all played out in the movies.

However, he walked around the place, and almost every piece of antique had holes and holes, and looked at what could be contained, but he found no trace.

This made him mutter, could it be that the Buddha's light last night wiped out the ghost baby?

It's a good thing, but it's hard to encounter it once, and if you just find nothing and wipe it out, it seems a little unwilling!