Wang Sanfang stared straight at the four thin white sheets of paper in front of him, and his eyes were about to pop out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's so similar, it's like a real person!"

Yang Muqing had never been to Chiyang Village before, so there was no reason to know these villagers who were not related to each other, and the only possible explanation was that he did see their ghosts.

What does this mean, Wang Sanfang felt his brains tingle just by speculating a little - if the ghosts hidden in the grave should have lived in the world well, then what was inside the three bodies walking in the sun now?

"Borrowing corpses to resurrect souls?"

Murong Cao pondered for a long time, and finally chose this plausible word.

"Almost, it's just that when the soul is restored, no one knows whether those three people just died or were forcibly taken away."

Yang Muqing's expression was always cold, but in order to make Murong Cao more understanding, he still used a few more words to explain.

Li Hang did not have a directly shocking thriller experience like Wang Sanfang, nor did he immediately find the key to the problem like Murong Cao, but felt very novel about Yang Muqing's painting skills comparable to that of professional art students.

He patted Yang Muqing's shoulder, as if the fear left in the mountains just now was gone, and said, "Brother, okay, hide so deeply, to be honest, how many hidden skills do you have?" If you don't tell me sooner, I'll be able to get you a better price. ”

"It seems that you have charged a lot of intermediary fees, invite me to a lobster dinner, I will consider not pursuing it."

Murong Cao had a smile in his eyes, but he had a gun and a stick in his words, which made Li Hang very unbearable, so he obediently shut up.

At least something as dangerous as arguing with Murong Cao, after they became a little more familiar, he rarely did it.

"I'll just say that there is definitely something wrong with that Musheng monk!"

Wang Sanfang slapped his thigh fiercely, and it was crisp, Li Hang felt that the root of his teeth hurt, but he was ignorant as if he didn't know the pain.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Yang Muqing habitually bit the head of the pencil and replied lightly.

"Isn't it strange that these three old ghosts have lived in other people's skins for so long?"

Murong Cao felt that this was the most incredible place, one person became another, as long as he was not a natural actor, there would be some exposure, but looking at the reaction of the villagers, except for falling into the unknown fear of death all day long, there were no abnormal rumors or remarks.

"What if it's been planned for a long time?"

Yang Muqing said one of the most improbable, but most probable, explanations.

"Come with me."

Murong Cao glanced at Yang Muqing and motioned for him to come out with him alone.

Yang Muqing put down the pen very obediently and followed her to the courtyard, where layers of dark clouds covered the stars and moon, and it was as black as ink.

"What are these two people whispering......

Li Hang expressed his displeasure with the two apparently seeing themselves as outsiders – of course, he could only mumble silently in protest.

"Do you know anything else that you can't say in front of everyone?"

With Murong Cao's familiarity with Yang Muqing, as long as the tone of his words was wrong, she could detect the abnormality.

Of course, this is also related to Yang Muqing himself being more transparent, if he is the kind of person who is used to building a few walls in front of him and putting a few layers of masks on his face, it will always take more effort to peel them apart layer by layer.

"I remember something I'd heard before, but I'm not sure yet."

Yang Muqing replied honestly, he didn't want to hide it from Murong Cao, but this matter was indeed a bit secretive, and it involved too many things, he felt that he should consult Bodhi Zi or Yuan Su first, and then it would be more appropriate to talk about it.

"Then ask now, it's not good for you to call in front of them."

Murong Cao smiled and looked at the mobile phone in his other hand that had never been put down, and turned around and entered the hall.

Yang Muqing looked at the dark sky and smiled bitterly, it is now three o'clock in the morning, and if he calls at this time, he is afraid that he will be cursed by Bodhizi's most vicious curse, even if he is his only student.

But Murong Cao's words meant not to hesitate for a moment, he understood, so he dialed the phone with the apprehension in his heart.

Although Yuan Su was the one with a relatively good temper, he still chose to call Bodhizi.

Who told him to be a rookie student like himself?

The phone goes through, it is pressed, it is called, it is pressed again...... After repeating this five or six times, there was finally a sleepy "Who are you?" ”

Dare Bodhi didn't even open his eyes.

"It's me."

Fortunately, this unreliable master could still hear his apprentice's unique good voice, and his attitude immediately improved, at least it sounded sober.

Yang Muqing made it clear what was happening here in a few words.

"It's like that organization can do it. Don't worry, don't make a noise, don't startle the snake, I'll tell you the solution tomorrow after I sum it up with Yuan Su. ”

Bodhizi still has a bit of the demeanor of the master when he speaks seriously.

Yang Muqing accepted it and briefly reported the result to Murong Cao, saying that he would wait for the news first.

The next day, the Wang family had breakfast at the earliest in the village.

The person who cooks is naturally Yang Muqing.

Because the other three people who went to climb the grave mountain last night unanimously said that they should eat a full meal first and then make up for sleep.

Just when the four of them were immersed in fighting with egg noodles, Wang Peng pushed the Wang family's uncle's wheelchair past the hall, as if he was going to get up at night, the old man's anger had almost dissipated, leaving only the sadness and grievance hidden in the white hair, which looked a little pitiful.

A gust of wind blew through the hall, and a piece of white paper on the small table, which was not pressed by the pencil, rolled out with the wind and landed at the old man's feet.

She ...... How is her! ”

Uncle Wang seemed to be greatly frightened, rolled off the wheelchair on one side, grabbed his hands in the air, as if he wanted to escape from something dangerous, but the piece of paper seemed to be stuck to him, no matter how he shook it, the old man had to grab the corner of his son's clothes, like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw.

The four of them glanced at each other, and they didn't even care about eating the noodles in front of them, and they were secretly happy in their hearts, it seemed that the mysterious figure on the fourth drawing paper was finally about to reveal their true faces.