I didn't dare to take the elevator down, for fear that I would encounter that thing in the elevator, and I would have nowhere to run when the time came.

Every time an elevator goes down, I press it to take a look, and if there's someone inside, I follow it, and if there's no one, I keep waiting.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, when the elevators opened again, there was an uncle standing inside, and I quickly followed.

But the uncle got out of the elevator on the third floor, I think it's the third floor, and it's over.

Who knows, as soon as the elevator reached the second floor, the lights suddenly went out, the emergency lights did not turn on, and only a green indicator light in the elevator emitted a faint light.

My heart suddenly felt like it was being pinched by a hand, and that thing must have come again.

I was scared, I always felt someone standing behind me looking at me, my neck was cold, and I couldn't help but glance behind me.

A "person" with a green light all over his body stood behind me, as if he hadn't slept for a week, his entire eye socket was black, so black that he couldn't see his eyes clearly, his face seemed to be brushed with a thick layer of lime powder, miserable and white, his lips were red as if he had just eaten ten catties of finger peppers, and the corners of his mouth looked at me with a weird smile.

Really behind, my frightened hands and feet were trembling, plucked up the courage, and discussed with this thing: "Brother......, business...... Discuss something, you have been in the past two days...... Rest and rest, I'm done, I'll burn you ...... Past. ”

To my surprise, this thing actually responded to me: "Okay...... Good ......"

The word "good" seemed to be squeezed out of my throat, and when he said it, there was a cool breeze behind me, like an air conditioner blowing at me.

"Ding......

The elevator doors opened, and the lights came on.

I hurriedly rushed out of the elevator, the hotel did not dare to go, sleeping alone, afraid!

So, I decided to go to an internet café for a night.

I don't know if it's because the Internet café is popular, or if the ghost thing really left after promising me, and I didn't see him again for a night anyway.

In the morning, I had a casual breakfast, found a master who opened the lock, and opened the door, but there was no change in the room.

I took a shower, changed my clothes, and went to Baishi Street with my bag.

When I arrived at Baishi Street, some people asked my grandfather why he didn't come today, and when I thought of my grandfather and a few of them, I felt aggrieved and casually said that they had traveled.

I found materials in the store to make a big plane, but fortunately, my grandfather had a special empty space in the store to come out to make paper.

I was really scared last night, and I just wanted to get it out of my way so that it wouldn't come to me again.

I made a big plane in the morning, and it was a bit tiring to do it alone.

At noon, I took advantage of the time to eat takeout, and flipped through the books my grandfather gave me, which were all traditional characters, or Chinese Chinese.

I almost vomited blood!

Grandpa, can't you translate it into the vernacular for me? You can't just write it for me in simplified Chinese? It's just that many of these gods and ghosts are rare words, and traditional and rare words are sandwiched together, which is particularly obscure to read.

After reading a page, I just gave up and looked at what my mother left for me.

At this glance, it was almost another mouthful of old blood.

Mom, can you use your hands when you write? This is a foot drawing! It's more artistic than the doctor's recipe list, and I can understand the doctor's list.

I gave up again and took out the notebook that my uncle had given me.

There are small stories recorded in the notebook, as well as some personal experiences, which don't seem to have been written by one person, and don't seem to be very smooth.

The only good thing is that each little story or careful thing to carry a lot of dry goods in it.

For example, when you want to burn something for the dead, among the ordinary methods, the most accurate way is to bring the deceased's birth date and name; followed by spiritual positions and steles; Finally, the name of the deceased is shouted when something is burned.

After reading it, I realized a problem.

The local tyrant bought an airplane, a tank, and a cannon from me, but I didn't know anything about the deceased, even if I wanted to, I couldn't burn him!

In the end, I found two "abnormal" methods: first, to get what the deceased used during his lifetime; Second, do things!

Don't think about the things that the deceased used before his death, I don't know who the deceased is, where can I find it?

It's almost impossible to do things, and I don't know how to do them.

I felt like I was being tricked again, and my parents must have known about it, but they didn't tell me.

I immediately took out my phone and called my mother.

The mother answered the phone quickly: "Son, do you miss your mother?" ”

Think of a fart! Not right now.

"Mom, when I was reading a book today, I found that even if I made the paper and didn't know the information of the deceased, I couldn't burn it to him!" I said, "Is there an easy way to fix this?" ”

The mother said "ouch": "Son, you are so smart, you found out so quickly, keep working hard!" ”

My face was full of black lines: "Mom, I'll tell you the truth, if this matter is not resolved, you will have to send the white-haired person to the black-haired person." ”

The old mother smiled and said, "Son, you can't get a ghost with my and your father's genes, then you don't have to mess up, come on!" ”

"Doodoo ......"

Listening to a blind tone on the phone, I was at a loss.

I was unwilling, I called my grandfather, father, and uncle, and the result was very heartbreaking, no one gave me ideas, they all said that this is a trivial matter, something that can be solved with one finger, let me work hard and come on!

You can solve it with one finger, I don't understand anything, I don't know anything, I don't know how to start, how can I solve it?

It seems that these few people in the family can't count on it, and I can only pin my hopes on what they give me.

Tank cannons can't be left behind, in case you really want to use them, but you don't have them, then it's hard to get it!

I made a tank in the afternoon, and I read the note that my uncle gave me, and there was no similar situation.

I guess others think my question is too low-level and don't bother to record it.

At night, the ghost did not come to me, but slept peacefully for 10,000.

The next day, I made the cannon too, and along the way, I studied the book my grandfather gave me.

When I was researching, I was surprised to find that there was actually an internal family exercise in it, and I had practiced it.

When I was a child, the only thing my family taught me was meditation, and they never forced me, and I have been meditating for 20 years, which seems to have a bit of a physical strengthening effect, but I never felt that I had internal strength, internal strength, true qi or anything.

Today, I suddenly discovered this little secret, which made me happy!

It seems that the family still hasn't given up on me!

Baishi Street closes early, I closed at five o'clock, and I went to the vegetable market to buy some food.

After dinner, I was on the couch with my phone in hand and continued my research.

Without a mobile phone to search the Internet, I don't know what many traditional Chinese and rare words mean.

Mountain art is divided into bait, bait, Danfa, Xuandian, internal exercises, and charms; The notebook that my mother gave me contained the charms, handprints, and formations of the Lingbao Sect.

The things my mother gave me were very practical.

The mountain art thing looks very mysterious, and the bait and bait are similar to those people in ancient times who wanted to ascend to immortality after alchemy, but in the mountain art, it is said that it can strengthen the body and increase strength; Danfa is also a practice of cultivation; The Xuandian is a cultivation of the mind; There is no need to explain the inner family exercises; The spell seems to coincide a bit with what my mother gave me.