This dilapidated house is a lonely one on a hill, surrounded by weeds, and the beams have collapsed and sunken, and there was no way to build a house here. My grandfather made it little by little, and after my dad and brother split up, he moved here, and I loved it when I was a child, and my grandfather would tell stories and bring me candy to eat.

After so many years, it has been almost forgotten.

I didn't expect to pick up firewood and actually came here unintentionally, I don't know if my grandfather will leave clues, after all, the Hell Deed Tablet can only take effect if it is unearthed, and it is impossible for his old man to let the Hell Deed Tablet be buried in the ground forever.

The dilapidated house is dilapidated. Two wooden doors, one collapsed in front of the door, the other hung from the door frame, and the ground was a mess of stones and rubble with weeds growing in the middle, and it was dark and dark, and I took a candle from my bag and lit it.

Candles lit up the house.

The plaster on the wall has fallen off piece by piece, and the New Year's pictures pasted on it are also broken. The bed was still there, and there was a rattan chair that could be shaken not far from the bed, and a small bench on the side.

I can't help but think of the old picture in my mind.

Grandpa lay on a wicker chair and told me stories, while I obediently sat on the small bench and listened intently.

Grandpa told me heroic stories such as the Sui and Tang dynasties of the Three Kingdoms.

Most of them are familiar.

It's just that one day my grandfather took the initiative to tell me a ghost story, which was not scary, but felt amazing.

It is said that once upon a time there was a man who was seriously ill and lay dying in bed, and a friend of his came to see him, and seeing that he would not survive this night, he told him a way to live, and asked him to cut a paper figure, and then write his name, and put it under the pillow, and the man did so, and after that night, the man's condition slowly improved.

Because my grandfather would never tell me such stories. So I remember it very well.

My eyes couldn't help but fall on the bed, the pillow was thrown in the middle, my heart moved, is there a mystery in the pillow?

Picked up the pillow, looked around the left and right of the mountain and there was nothing abnormal, frowned and thought about it, and tore the pillow open with a hard pull, it was all cotton, some moldy, and smelly, I rummaged inside.

I pinched a piece of paper in my hand.

I felt that my whole body rushed to the top of my head, there was really something in it, I hurriedly opened the cotton, took out the paper, it was really a paper person, there seemed to be words on it. I was about to lift the candle up close to see the handwriting on it, when suddenly a hand reached out and snatched the paper figure away.

I hurriedly turned my head to look at it and yelled, "Give it back to me!" ”

But someone kicked him in the shoulder, and there was a huge force, and the whole person flew out. I slammed into the wall, and the already stormy wall suddenly collapsed, but fortunately it was mostly mud, and it didn't cause much damage, and I struggled to get up from it.

Seeing a middle-aged man standing in the room and looking down at the words on the paper figure, it turned out to be Zhang Ziling, the smile on his originally excited face slowly retracted, and then his anger became more and more intense, and he said: "Short-lived ghost!" Short-lived ghost! Then he suddenly raised his head, glared at me angrily, and said, "You are fooling me." ”

The paper figure says short-lived ghost?

Zhang Ziling suddenly rushed over, kicked me in the chest again, and before I could fully climb out, he flew out of the house directly through the big hole in the broken wall, and he chased him out of the big hole, and before I could get up, he leaned over and pinched my throat.

Zhang Ziling said angrily: "Where is the real Hell Deed Tablet buried, if you don't say it, I will kill you." ”

With my strength, it is impossible for him to be his opponent.

I was pinched and out of breath, struggling desperately, fortunately he didn't want me to die, Zhang Ziling frowned and looked at the paper man, there were only three words written on it, he rubbed the texture of the paper with his fingers, judging from the situation of the paper, it has been at least ten years, and the pen and ink are also very light, he doesn't feel like a temporary fake, and asked: "What does a short-lived ghost mean?" ”

I shook my head and said, "I don't know." ”

Short-lived ghost! Short-lived ghost!

What the hell does it mean, grandpa would never put a paper figure with a short-lived ghost written on it in the pillow for no reason.

Zhang Ziling slammed his hand and said, "You don't know?" You don't know how to find out that there are secrets inside the pillow? ”

I struggled, "I don't know. ”

Zhang Ziling said: "Give me thought, if I can't think of it, I'll kill you." ”

I said, "I think, I think, you're pinching me." ”

Zhang Ziling let me stand up, but turned over and took out a paper figure and slapped it on my neck, squeaked, the paper figure was adsorbed on my flesh, I seemed to be bitten, and then he bit his finger and drew a diamond shape on the top of the paper man, and then drew straight down, forming a blood symbol.

I saw Ye Congwen use this yin-yang technique, and Li Changle was burned alive by him in this way.

Zhang Ziling said: "Don't think about escaping, as soon as you escape, I will recite a mantra." ”

This yin-yang technique should associate my blood with the paper man ghost, as soon as Zhang Ziling recites the spell, the paper man ghost will burn, and my blood will burn, and I will be burned alive.

I bowed my head and pondered.

I'm not thinking about what the short-lived ghost means, but I'm thinking about how to break this yin-yang technique and escape.

I said, "Show me the paper figure you took out of the pillow." ”

Zhang Ziling hesitated.

I said, "My life and death are in your hands, what are you afraid of." ”

Zhang Ziling handed me the paper figure and said, "I don't think you can play any tricks." ”

I took the paper figure in my hand and looked at it carefully, there were really only three words written on it, short-lived ghost, and the paper was also very thin, and it didn't look like there was anything inside, so I held the paper figure above my head and pointed it at the moonlight, will it reflect anything, but I didn't see the reflection or anything, I saw the moon and suddenly remembered something.

On that day, it was said to be a celestial phenomenon with a lunar eclipse. This is a rare sight, so the villagers all moved stools to the entrance of the village to gather together to wait for the lunar eclipse.

When I got bored, I started talking. The lunar eclipse was called the tengu eclipse in ancient times, and the ancients already believed that the human soul and the human figure were the same thing, and if they couldn't see the shadow, the leaf would have no soul and become a dead person. And the easiest way for an onmyoji to identify a person as a ghost is also to look at shadows, if there is a shadow, it is a person, and if there is no shadow, it is a ghost. People with long shadows live long, people with short shadows have broken lifespans, and children born on the night of the lunar eclipse have short shadows, or even no shadows, so they are considered to be short-lived, and to put it mildly, they are short-lived ghosts.

The thought of this struck me.

Zhang Ziling saw my face change and said, "Did you think of something?" ”

I shook my head and said, "I haven't thought of it yet." ”

Saying that, my afterglow looked behind Zhang Ziling, the moonlight shone on his body, and the old elder who pulled his shadow, while talking to him, I secretly pinched my index finger and drew a diamond-shaped symbol on the paper figure left by my grandfather with blood, and pointed it hard in the middle, and then drew it down with a pen to form a blood talisman.

I pretended to bow my head in deep thought and walked towards the stream.

Zhang Ziling said: "Have you thought of it?" ”

I said, "Soon, soon." "It's almost to the creek.

I pinched the paper figure between my fingers, and as soon as my mind moved, the paper figure burned, and quickly threw the paper figure towards Zhang Ziling, and then turned around and ran towards the stream as fast as possible.

Zhang Ziling reacted very quickly and dodged away, and when he saw that I was going to escape, he said coldly: "The kid is looking for death", and after scolding, he recited the incantation.

I screamed at the same time as him.

Not bad!

The target of the paper figure I threw out was not Zhang Ziling but Zhang Ziling's shadow, so that the blood talisman could directly incinerate his soul, which I couldn't do originally, but Zhang Ziling recited the incantation.

The talisman burned his soul in an instant.

And I felt a surge of heat, and I felt that my body temperature had risen to a very high level, and my whole body was hot, and I was about to burn, and I jumped into the stream with a pop, and the cold water of the stream pressed down the heat at once.

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