Yang Shuzhi did not hesitate, every day at the back of the attic, he used a knife to cut off a large piece of meat from his thigh and put it on a plate.

Each time, the black cat swallowed the piece of flesh into its stomach and left.

For three days in a row, Yang Zhuzhidu used his own flesh and blood to feed the cats.

Finally on the third day, after the black cat ate a piece of Yang Zhuzhi's meat, he came to Yang Zhuzhi. Yang Xuanzhi saw that the cat was holding its head and tail high, and the instrument was extraordinary.

Yang Xuanzhi dragged the stump leg, knelt in front of the black cat, repented seriously, and said that there was a way to help Wan Qing take revenge, but the black cat needed to be sacrificed.

The black cat seemed to understand the words, and nodded at Yang Xuanzhi again and again.

Yang Shuzhi admired the loyalty of the black cat, but in order to take revenge, he felt pained, with tears in his eyes, and according to the method of Wan Qing, he peeled the skin of the black cat, broke the belly of the black cat, put the wooden figurines in, and put the black cat into the wooden box.

After arranging everything, Yang Shuzhi bought off a thief, sneaked into the courtyard of the attic at night, and buried the black cat in the ground. At that time, Yang Shuzhi was outside the wall, and the cat was not dead, and when it was buried alive, it let out a miserable cry. Yang Shuzhi listened, and the goosebumps on his body rose layer after layer, but he could only do it for the sake of Yun Qing.

After Yang Shuzhi finished all this, he waited patiently.

Suddenly, one day, torrential rain, thunder and lightning, the next day came the news that Diao Wansheng, the commander of the garrison brigade, died violently at home. Yang Shuzhi bribed the people in the army and learned the details of Diao Laohu's death.

It is said that Diao Laohu died in a very miserable state, with his eyes wide open and his body covered with scratches, as if he had been caught alive by something. And when he died, he still held the saber in his hand. The dresser was covered with knife marks, and it was inferred that Diao Laohu had seen something extremely terrifying in the mirror before he died, so he swung his saber and slashed frantically at the dresser.

Yang Xuanzhi concluded that it was Wan Qing who successfully avenged the revenge, and Wan Qing's soul should be on that dresser. Because of the blood of the green, it once splashed on the dresser.

And after Diao Laohu's death, one of his regiment commanders named He Quan succeeded Diao Laohu as the brigade commander, and at the same time took over the attic and became the new owner of the attic.

The revenge was avenged, Yang Zhuzhi's thoughts were discouraged, and with the guilt of Yun Qing, he found the down-and-out monk and wanted to escape into the empty door.

The down-and-out monk told Yang Shuzhi that everything in the world has spirituality, the soul of the green is the spirit, and the black cat is also a living being, and this cat can be called a spirit cat, in order to avenge the owner, he would rather incarnate a cat resentment with his own life. Yang Shuzhi used one kind of creature to exchange for another kind of creature heart, which is a kind of evil obstacle. I hope he can think about it and repent sincerely. When the fate of the dust is over, you can escape into the empty door, take refuge in my Buddha, listen to the scriptures every day, and receive the Dharma from time to time to atone for the sins of this life.

……

The third uncle slowly explained, and by the time he finished the story, it was almost noon.

I was anxious to ask, what happened later?

The third uncle shook his head: "Later, I couldn't hold on, and the story can only be seen here." These are all seen in Fei Yao's dream, which must be the reason why this attic is haunted. It's really a bad fate a hundred years ago......"

I thought about it for a moment and asked, "No, third uncle." ”

The third uncle was stunned for a moment and asked

What's wrong?

I asked, "So, Fei Yao's previous life was that Wan Qing?" ”

The third uncle nodded: "It must be yes, otherwise Fei Yao wouldn't have dreamed of this." ”

I asked, "That means that after taking revenge, Wan Qing was reincarnated." Then there should be no green in the dresser. Later, when we came, Xu Ruoxi's grooming actions were obviously the work of Wan Qing's ghost. ”

The third uncle said: "I have also thought about this, and now I can basically be sure of it." In that dresser, there was a wisp of the remnant soul of the green and a trace of the black cat's resentment. Although it is only a remnant soul, because it has been a hundred years, it can still rise storms. If you want to solve the murderous situation of this house, the root cause is still in the remnant soul of Wan Qing. It seems that we need to meet this green man. ”

I was stunned for a moment: "Can you see Yunqing?" But she's been dead for a hundred years. ”

The third uncle smiled: "Big nephew, your third uncle's ability ......"

I hurriedly waved my hand: "Don't say it, I believe ......"

At this time, the sun was three poles, and Fei Yao on the bed woke up quietly.

When I woke up, I looked around blankly and looked extremely tired.

The third uncle smiled and asked, "Do you remember that dream this time?" ”

Fei Yao was stunned for a while, then hesitated and asked, "Master, ...... that dream?"

The third uncle nodded: "It's true." Wan Qing is your past life. And she still has a wisp of remnant soul now, according to my analysis, she is still waiting for Muren Yang. ”

From the analysis of their conversations, it is obvious that Fei Yao also knows that story.

Fei Yao snorted and said: "What a thrilling love, I have been obsessed with it for a hundred years." I'm going to write them down in a book......"

The third uncle asked again, "Ms. Fei Yao, is your real name Fei?" ”

Fei Yao shook her head and said, "Fei Yao is just my pen name, my real name is He Xinyao." ”

"Then your ancestors, did anyone come from the army?"

Fei Yao nodded and said, "It seems that my great-grandfather once served as a regiment leader in a warlord or something." When my grandfather handed over this house to me, he said that the contents of this house were handed down by my grandfather, and I was not allowed to sell or dispose of them. ”

When the third uncle heard this, he suddenly realized: "It seems that your grandfather should be the regiment commander surnamed He under Diao Laohu, and the one who later succeeded Diao Laohu as the brigade commander." ”

It turned out that Fei Yao's grandfather was Diao Laohu's subordinate. And after Wan Qing was reincarnated, he turned out to be Fei Yao again. It's really going around in circles, and the cycle doesn't change. But where there is fate, the rest of your life will not perish.

The matter here is over for the time being, we took Fei Yao out of the attic and sent her back to her residence to wait for news.

And the third uncle and I prepared again, and returned to the attic before dark.

According to the third uncle, we are going to meet that Wanqing tonight.

Listening to the third uncle's words, my heart is up and down. You must know that Wan Qing is a hundred-year-old ghost, and the danger of meeting her can be imagined. And we've really seen how good she and the black cat are. However, the third uncle said that we are here to help her, and if it is handled well, there should be no problem.

I'd love to ask him, what happens if you don't handle it well? But I held back, because

Because if I knew the consequences, I was afraid that I wouldn't have the courage to come with him.

I came to the attic again, and in the courtyard, I had prepared the peachwood sword and the black tiger knot, as well as the ground net, just in case.

Who knew that the third uncle took a look, but asked me to leave all the magic weapons in the courtyard and not bring them into the attic.

I was stunned, and we barely escaped that night with these magic weapons. This time we came uninvited, if we really offended that Wan Qing, without these magic weapons, it would definitely be impossible to escape death.

However, the third uncle's attitude was very resolute, and I had no choice but to do so.

Left all his belongings, the third uncle only carried a backpack, but he was not in a hurry to enter the attic, but stood in the yard and looked at the sky.

(End of chapter)

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