I looked at it in great curiosity, and there was nothing written on the white sticky notes in this room.

"What am I doing here?"

I thought about it, and suddenly, I remembered, I was on the way here to play, I heard that there were ghosts in the house, and the people from the ghost burial team asked me to come over to help, but last night, I solved the ghosts, and I was too tired, so I simply slept here.

But the more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong, and I always felt that this room was a little familiar, and these sticky notes, as if before, were written, so I picked up a few at random and looked at them.

At this time, the phone rang, and I hurriedly answered it.

"Qingyuan, do you remember what happened yesterday?"

Hu Tianshuo asked.

"Remember, yesterday ......" I just wanted to say, I felt that yesterday's memory had no sense of reality, including the evil qi I used to kill the ghosts here, I hurriedly clenched my fists and tried to overflow the evil qi, for a long time, there was no reaction, and the evil qi could not overflow at all.

"Qingyuan, take a good look, what you recorded yesterday, I got up this morning, and I forgot it, what you told me yesterday was to read what you remembered, a man named Wang Jianhui."

My head buzzed.

"Don't forget, my name is Wang Jianhui."

I hurriedly took out my little notebook and looked through the records of the two days, when suddenly, a gust of wind came out of the broken window, rolled up the notes like snowflakes, and I screamed.

Some sticky notes, words, emerge little by little.

"Wang Jianhui, Wang Jianhui......" I shouted.

With my shout, in my mind, the man named Wang Jianhui, who was thin but couldn't see his face, had his cheeks clearer in my mind a little bit.

And on the surrounding walls, hanging, after Wang Jianhui took a selfie, the enlarged photo also showed up little by little, I hurriedly rushed to the second floor, Wang Jianhui's room, and looked in.

The room full of sticky notes, the words on those sticky notes, are being restored little by little.

However, the word has been restored, but there is no shadow of Wang Jianhui.

"Who is it?" I yelled, and in my mind, that pair of gentle figures appeared, but I couldn't see the face, and Lan Ruoxi, in my mind, kept recalling.

With a bang, the sky outside suddenly darkened, and with a bang, the windows blew open in the wind, and then the sticky notes flew everywhere in the room.

A giggle.

I kept looking around, and the room full of sticky notes was flying around, and the laughter kept coming, and I clenched my fists.

"Who is it?"

"I'm here to pick you up, Zhang Qingyuan."

A voice came from behind me, and I turned my head, and suddenly, I saw only two black eyes, a human figure made of sticky notes, stretched out a hand made of sticky notes, and pinched my neck.

I gasped for breath and punched me, but the fist just slammed limply on the sticky note.

"I'm Wang Jianhui, Zhang Qingyuan, why did you forget me, I won't let you go until I die, why should you forget me......"

The noteholder in front of me was shouting and shouting, calling himself Wang Jianhui, I only felt that a huge force pinched my neck, and then my whole body was covered by sticky notes.

Ahh

Consciousness is getting blurred.

"Heaven and earth, Xiaoyuan, close your eyes......" An old voice came through, I immediately closed my eyes, and bang, I heard an explosion, and then a burst of paper flying sounded, and the huge force that choked my neck disappeared.

I felt a blinding light just outside my eyes.

"It can be opened."

I opened my eyes slightly, and then suddenly, I saw a golden and shining golden Dao character, right in front of me, a talisman emitting golden light, flying around me.

"Hehe, Xiaoyuan, it's okay."

I turned my head, and there was an old Taoist priest with gray hair and a bun, but his face was ruddy, and his voice was loud, he was dressed in a shabby, somewhat whitish yellow Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, standing on the bed, looking at me with kind eyes.

"You are?"

"Old Taoist priest, I, Dao No., Wuju Sanren, you can call me Zhang Wuju, or call me Uncle Zhang."

I sighed, looked at the old Taoist priest named Zhang Wuju in front of me, and the Taoist words that gradually dispersed behind him, as well as the golden talisman that flew back, I looked at him in surprise, the golden talisman, I heard Mao Xiaoyu and Li Guohao have said that the Taoist priest of the golden talisman is the most powerful in the Maoshan Sect, but for hundreds of years, it is difficult to produce one.

"Listen to the evil devil's crooked words, I have no home, and I am here here just to save my little brother back then, Zhang Qiling and his wife, if you know each other, you will hand over the person to me."

A majestic voice rang out.

"Old Taoist, you'd better leave our boss's affairs alone, otherwise."

"Phew, the evil demon is crooked, let the horse come, and go to the sky gossip array."

As soon as Zhang Wuju's voice fell, he shook the dust, and suddenly, bursts of golden light lit up outside the house, and I saw that in all directions, all of them were Taiji diagrams, golden, and beams of golden light shone in.

Suddenly, a whimper sounded.

"Demon King Kong Lock ......" violently, Zhang Wuju raised his hand, and a golden chain bypassed my body and flew towards the place behind me, in a strong corner.

Wow, I turned my head, it was that little ghost, this moment, I remember it clearly, although I don't remember Wang Jianhui and Lan Ruoxi, and in the dream, the two gentle people, but I remember this little ghost.

The chains wrapped around the imp, and the imp suddenly emitted bursts of green light.

"Shooting green ghosts?"

I screamed.

"It's okay, Xiao Yuan, although this guy is a green ghost, I can subdue him."

Saying that, Zhang Wuju shouted, swallowed, and exhaled, spit out a golden light.

"Dao Ye has fire, broken ......"

There was a miserable cry, and the little imp was wrapped in a golden light in pain, rolling all over the ground.

"Lock it up for the old Taoist to lock me with this demon vajra lock, and I want to open the ghost domain."

I stared blankly, the little green ghost, screaming in pain.

"Say, where are my little brothers, Zhang Qiling and his wife? Hand them over, or ......"

"Otherwise, old Taoist, the river water does not interfere with the well water, hmph, you dare to meddle in my business......" A dull voice came, and then suddenly, with a click, the chain that tied the green imp was broken.

Suddenly, a black space appeared, and then suddenly, I saw a book with four big characters of horror stories written on it, more than two meters high and more than one meter wide, standing in front of me.

With a bang, I turned a page, and then the little ghost, with a snort, got into the book, and I saw the first page, which wrote the secret of Xiahe Village, three men and two women, who experienced terrible six days and seven nights in Xiahe Village.

"My horror story, but it's very good, Zhang Qingyuan, if you want to find your parents, lover, or, just a friend, come in."

I widened my eyes and watched, violently, Zhang Wuju waved the dust, one by one golden gossip, boomed past, however, hit the open page, but there was no response.

"Old Taoist, what are you angry at a book, hahaha, in my horror story, no one can beat me, hum, I finally avoided those seven guys, and now I am only one step away from success, Zhang Qingyuan, if you want to get back your most important thing, at 12 o'clock tonight, go to a crossroads, open this horror story, but it's very exciting, horror story."

With a burst of laughter, the book in front of him disappeared, and the small words on the sticky notes walking on the ground were also gone.

"Alas, Xiaoyuan, I'm late, more than ten days ago, I felt that something was wrong, my little brother, Zhang Qiling's soul, disappeared, and I also felt that I was about to forget, fortunately, I opened the altar in time and asked the immortal master to come up, so as to preserve my memory."

"Dao Chief, who are you?"

Zhang Wuju smiled and stroked my head.

"Taoist priest, I am your father Zhang Qiling's old days, more than ten years older than him, when you were more than ten years old, you had a serious illness, I prayed for a golden talisman, saved your life, you were very dangerous at that time, that ghost, almost swallowed you all, and then he took your soul as a threat and escaped."

I can't remember everything Zhang Wuju said, but this time, I burst into tears, and when I mentioned my parents, I cried, and in my memory, there was obviously no memory of my parents.

Under Zhang Wuju's comfort, I finally stopped crying, and after my mood calmed down, I remembered that just now he used Taoism, and my evil body had no problem at all, so I opened my mouth to ask for advice.

"Xiao Yuan, you're not a ghost, now, the part of your body that looks very much like a ghost has been taken away, to a certain guy, don't you know, more than ten years ago, I not only saved you from the hands of that ghost, but also completely blocked the part of you that is a ghost, I didn't expect that to give that ghost zun, found you, broke my seal, alas."

I let out a sigh and thought about it, it was a grudge.

"You must have accepted that Demon Venerable's Killing Stone."

I remembered that after one of my souls was drained by the person of the ghost mound, Yin Qiujian asked me to find him a killing stone, and then he said that what I ate was a part of his killing stone, and I still carefully remember that I ate the black liquid in my mouth.