When it comes to yin and yang eyes, everyone should agree that they can see ghosts and other eyes, but they are not.

Spiritual eyes, ghost eyes, yin and yang eyes, heavenly eyes, static eyes, Dharma eyes, and Buddha eyes, these can all be called yin and yang eyes. If you weren't a person who walks in the two paths of yin and yang, you wouldn't be so meticulously distinguished, and you wouldn't know the difference.

The spiritual eye is acquired, and the reason for this is that some people are immortal, and then they can see the outline of the ghost, but it is vague and does not have the function of exorcism. The ghost eye is opened according to the acquired method, and you can see the appearance of ghost things, and most cultivators use ghost eyes.

The Heavenly Eye is also cultivated, and it can not only see the souls of the deceased, but also the gods and Buddhas. The warlock who is not in the realm and forcibly opens the eye of heaven will destroy the foundation of the light, and the heavy will damage his longevity.

Yin and yang eyes are born with people, and it can be said that they are talented, just like I was born with the ability to communicate with animals and plants. It's just that I can have such a talent because I am a stone, why people with yin and yang eyes have yin and yang eyes, I really don't know this yet. You can understand it as "the darling of heaven".

You know, when a person walks on the road, he can see the soul of being hit by a car, with his limbs broken and his head split, and this person has no ability to ward off evil spirits, what a terrible thing it is.

It's better to be an ordinary person!

As for the rest of the Silent Eyes, Dharma Eyes, and Buddha Eyes, I won't be too verbose here, in short, the eyes of a higher level are right.

Half an hour later, I was bored and about to stick my head out of the front desk to check the situation again, when the light in front of the hotel suddenly turned on. It's not as bright as day as usual, but the stars are shining and flickering.

There was a sound in the lobby of the hotel, and when I looked closely, I saw that the chair was automatically forty centimeters away from the table.

It's like hundreds of people coming at the same time, pulling the chairs apart and sitting down.

I subconsciously clenched my fists, but my hands didn't dare to move easily because I was holding the gossip map, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead, but I could only concentrate on praying that Jin Shiyi's father's appearance was not too scary.

I thought I'd see Kim Se-yi's dad come out with his head down and a plate of shredded cabbage from the kitchen. But as we stood behind the cash register, staring quietly in the direction of the kitchen pantry, I glanced behind me and slowly rose up a pale man. Yes, that's right, straight up from the ground! He was 1.75 meters tall, but he was as thin as a little old man, with a numb smile on his lips, holding the menu in his hand, and asked me, "Miss, what do you want to eat?" I'll do it for you. ”

I was almost scared to death!

Seriously, when I was recording Jin Shiyi's father's incident now, I was lying on the bed typing, and I always felt that there was a person standing behind me, and when I looked back, there was no, goosebumps rose all over my body.

The man holding the menu was his father, and when he saw that I was ignoring him, he looked around, his eyes numb and empty.

Lingzheng and King Ling's tomb each held a yang book, each of which was pressed against their foreheads. It's something like an invisibility charm. The purpose is to make the ghosts and ghosts in the world not see the people who are blocked by the yang book, and in the yin division is the territory of the ghosts, the use of the yang book will not work. Shen Yan and Jin Shiyi stood there generously, they were born in a coffin, and the yin qi in their bodies was already very heavy, so they didn't need to use anything yin to shade the yang qi at all, and the tomb of King Ling was taken by Lingzheng to practice every day, and he was about to get out of the range of the white-faced man, because he needed to be like a normal person, he needed runes to block the yang energy of his body and let the yin qi scatter.

I wanted to look at Lingzheng, Lingzheng meant to let me talk to Jin Shiyi's father, so I had to bite the bullet and deal with Jin Shiyi's father.

Jin Shiyi's father looked at me and suddenly laughed softly: "Hehe, hehehe, miss, have you tasted it...... Scold...... Me, giggle...... A new ...... for me Shredded cabbage, come to ...... Come to the kitchen...... I'll make it for you......"

His tone was strange, and the end was long.

The tail notes of those reapers, which are also played on TV, are also long, which is not an exaggeration, but because the memories of the souls are not as good as when they were alive, they speak very slowly, and they show the appearance of trying to think, but they are stupid and stunned to say a sentence in a choppy manner, so it makes people even more frightened.

Jin Shiyi's father did not die, but because he had an evil spirit attached to his body, the way he spoke was similar to that evil spirit.

Jin Shiyi's father put the menu at the front desk, walked in the direction of the kitchen, took two steps, and beckoned back to me: "Come on...... Come on...... Yikes...... Come and try the shredded cabbage just out of the pot......"

At this time, Lingzheng had already turned around and faced Jin Shiyi's father, standing side by side with me.

"First year of junior high school, don't be afraid, let's go take a look."

King Ling's tomb winked at me: "Go, coward!" ”

I immediately blurted out: "You are bold, you are on the ......" Before I finished speaking, I was kicked on the calf, I grinned in pain, and was just about to fight back, when Jin Shiyi's father called me again: "Miss, ...... Come here......"

When I used to watch anime, I often felt that as soon as the characters were intimidated, their hair stood up in the air one by one, which was an exaggerated stunt, but at this time, I was shouted by Jin Shi's father, and I really felt that my scalp was numb, and the hair roots exploded in the air. I lifted my feet and walked one step after another, slowly moving towards the kitchen.

The bright kitchen during the day is dark at this time, and the dappled light and shadow outside the window shines in, which makes it even more eerie.

Jin Shiyi's father walked into the separately built hut, and there was no sound of spatula stir-frying. My curiosity suppressed my fear, and I walked up quickly, and when I saw that the door was not closed, I stuck my head out and looked through the crack in it.

There was a dim light bulb in the room, and I could barely see what was going on inside the room. In the corner is a small-capacity single refrigerator with several rolls of plastic wrap piled on top of it. There was only one induction cooker on the stove, which was not energized at this time. A stainless steel wok is placed on the induction cooker, and the spatula is placed upside down in the pan, which looks incongruous. Jin Shiyi's father stood by the refrigerator with an expressionless face, opened the refrigerator door, and took out a green and white cabbage wrapped in plastic wrap from inside.

He took two steps, stood firm in front of the stove, tore off the fresh-keeping wax in three or two times, and began to tear the cabbage with his bare hands.

The plump round cabbage turned into a piece of vegetable in the hands of Jin Shiyi's father. The slightly rolled pieces of vegetables were thrown into the pot without being plugged in, and lay cold and stiff.

I turned my head and found that Lingzheng and the others were all standing beside me, and the hand holding the gossip map no longer continued to tremble, and asked in a low voice: "Lingzheng, Uncle Jin is really making shredded cabbage, where is it like he said about people's scalps......" I pointed to the tomb of King Ling, and the tomb of King Ling stretched out his thumb to point at the column and gestured a few times, and then turned his thumb in the direction of facing down.

"First year," Ling Zheng stopped me from exploding at the right time, took the Qingming ruler out of my pocket, and stuffed it horizontally into my mouth. I was holding the gossip map in both hands and holding a jade pendant in my mouth, and I didn't know what to do for a while. King Ling's chest let out a muffled laugh.

Jin Shiyi's father, who was seriously tearing cabbage in the hut, suddenly said to himself:

"In order to prevent cabbage from drying and spoiling, be sure to wrap it in plastic wrap and refrigerate it for storage. Eating cabbage regularly can be beautifying, can prevent skin pigmentation, reduce freckles in young people, and delay the appearance of age spots. Cabbage is rich in vitamin U, which has a good therapeutic effect on ulcers, can accelerate the healing of ulcers, and can also prevent malignant transformation of gastric ulcers. ”

"My stomach is perforated and rotten, so I need to eat more cabbage...... You too...... Otherwise, your stomach will be as perforated and rotten as I am in the future......"

When King Ling heard this, he hurriedly whispered: "It's a sick ghost." Lingzheng's face did not fluctuate at all, and he was still silent.

If you have brain cancer and die, then the brain cancer ghost is attached to the person's body, and the person will often feel a headache, and if it is an intestinal cancer death, then the intestinal cancer ghost is attached to the person, and the person will feel a stomachache. In the case of Jin Shiyi's father, this sick ghost should have died of stomach problems. He kept saying that he wanted to eat cabbage, which can nourish his stomach.

I have a Qingming ruler in my mouth, and my heart says that this is a unicorn still sleeping in the ruler, and now it is stained by my saliva, what if I don't listen to my call in the future?

But I don't have any free hands.

"Ah...... Second goods, look at your dad! Shen Yan suddenly screamed.

I was so frightened that my mouth trembled, and I almost landed on the Qingming ruler, and hurriedly clenched it with my teeth, and then turned my head to look at Jin Shiyi's father. The cabbage in his hand just now was still a round and cute cabbage, but it had turned into a bloody human head at this time. The man's hair was long gone, and I don't know if it was rotten or deliberately shaved. Judging from the degree to which the skin of the human head has turned green, it should be the former. The human head is face down, there are two blood holes in the eyes, and two slender fingers are digging into the blood holes, holding it very steadily.

Jin Shiyi's father didn't look listless just now, the listlessness just now at least showed that he was still a person, but his spirit was a little sluggish and empty, but at this time he was completely in a dead ash, his eyes became gray, and there was a coin-sized hole in his chest and stomach, and at this moment he was bubbling out of red and black blood.

Gastric perforation? Can eating cabbage prevent malignant transformation of stomach ulcers?

In the hands of Jin Shiyi's father, the human head was gradually torn into a piece of scalp, and there were no bones, it was really like a cabbage that could be torn into pages and pages. Tearing one by one, the blood flowed down drop by drop, falling on the floor, and there was a loud sound. In the silence and emptiness of the kitchen, a small echo is heard.

A few of us stood outside the hut and watched as Jin Shiyi's father tore the human head into tiny pieces, threw it into an unheated pot, and stir-fried it with a spatula. Five minutes later, it was put on a plate again, and then he turned around and walked outside. When he saw me, he was not surprised, and he grinned and pulled out a silent smile: "The shredded cabbage is ready, come and taste it." ”

This time, the tone was much clearer.

"Uncle Jin, Uncle Jin, you can't see the food here, why don't we go upstairs to the private room to eat?" I looked at the plate of bloody human scalp handed to me by Jin Shiyi's father, and my words stuttered a little.

"Okay."

He was led by the gossip map, blinded by his wisdom, lost his thinking, and easily believed my words.

If the sick ghost attached to him was awake, he would have forced me to eat this dish.

I followed Lingzheng's previous instructions and took the lead in the lead, and when I looked back, I saw that Jin Shiyi's father was following me. Lingzheng and the four of them walked last, and Lingzheng and King Ling's tombs still had the yang book hanging on their foreheads.

When I got to the private room upstairs, I turned to one side and said to Jin Shiyi's father, "You serve the food first." ”

"Okay." Jin Shiyi walked in slowly.

When his legs were fully inside, I jerked the gossip paper into the private room, pulled the door and closed it tightly. King Ling's tomb sacrificed the Yin Wood Chain, and when he pulled it on his hand, bright red blood suddenly gushed out, and he wrapped the Yin Wood Chain around the door frame.