Squeak.

The door opened, and a woman of about forty or fifty years of age entered.

"Oh, smile, you're still there." Aunt Hu, a gold medal nurse at the hospital, looked at her employer who was asleep on the hospital bed and whispered.

She was not surprised to see the girl standing quietly by the bedside, after all, she had heard the singing in the hospital room in the corridor just now.

"Aunt Hu, I'm about to go to you, I have to eat." Xiaoxiao bowed to the nurse and said, "Aunt Huang just fell asleep, and her condition is still not very good." ”

The man on the hospital bed had his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, his mouth uttering meaningless mutters from time to time, his hands muscles tensing intermittently, and occasionally clutching the sheets hard, as if he was resisting something.

The nurse turned his head to look at the door, his expression was a little hesitant, after thinking about it, he still said to Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, Auntie advises you, you should not come to this ward when you are fine." ”

The girl opened her eyes wide and asked with some confusion, "Why?" ”

"In fact, in a situation like Sister Huang, according to our countrymen, this is evil."

"Evil?"

"You young people in the city don't understand. In the countryside, some people walk at night and walk more remotely, and when they go home, they will sometimes be like Sister Huang, with a high fever that does not go away, delirium, and no one is known in a daze. The nurse said in a thoughtful manner, "This kind of thing, it is useless to seek medical advice and medicine, you can only find a mage or a goddess." ”

"You said I should come less, but why aren't you afraid?"

"Didn't I ask for leave last week, I just went back to my hometown to ask our goddess for a talisman, she is spiritual." The nurse mysteriously opened the purse, took out a sachet and showed it for a while, and then continued, "Besides, like Sister Huang, she can take care of herself when she is awake, and she is a good person, and she only needs to observe more when she is confused, and she needs to call a doctor when the seizure is severe." This kind of work is better than wiping the old man's and pee. ”

It's nothing more than some cloves, realgar, and mugwort leaves, which ghost is so weak that he will be afraid of these.

Xiaoxiao sniffed from a distance, and knew what the talisman that was hidden as a treasure by the nurse was.

"Ah, when you say that, I feel a chill in my back. Please take good care of Aunt Huang, she is really pitiful. ”

Before leaving the door, the girl glanced back at the poor man on the hospital bed, her face full of sympathy and worry, as if she had completely forgotten that just a few minutes ago, she had taken out a light blade and stabbed people in the chest.

……

Lushan Town, funeral supply store.

The shop was obviously cleaned up carefully, the wreaths were neatly stacked on the wall, and the counters were polished.

Qi Zihuan is not a very diligent person, he is just too idle.

The shop was closed for half a year and reopened, and there was not a single customer for a few days. He can only tie paper figures all day long, watch horror movies to live, and after watching the recent new films, he began to reminisce about old films like the "Yin Yang Road" series and "Human Skin Lantern".

The hobby of watching horror movies was still developed with Xiaohui. This girl would sometimes come to his cot in the back room when the store had nothing to do, skillfully turn off the lights, close the door, draw the curtains, and then turn on a horror movie, huddle beside him, cover her ears, and be ready to scream.

At this moment, Qi Zihuan was half-lying and half-sitting on this small bed, playing with the wooden sword tower in his hand, but he was thinking about the memory exercises in the booklet.

Since childhood, Comrade Qi Zihuan, a little red scarf who has been determined to contribute to the four modernizations, has finally begun to study the inheritance of family studies.

It's still the same sentence, it's all idle.

He also tried it when he had nothing to do in the past few days, and found that the exercises recorded in the Hundred Ghosts and Ghosts Diagram had at least one advantage, that is, regardless of the environment, no restriction on posture, and even no need to purify the mind.

Generally speaking, whether it is Taoist contemplation or Buddhist contemplation, the first thing is to meditate and settle down. Only by throwing away all distractions, or even not the idea of abandoning them, can we observe the various truths within ourselves and the world around us in detail.

The so-called existence of the ghosts and ghosts is diametrically opposed, allowing all kinds of thoughts to run wild, just like deliberately indulging a strong wind, setting off a huge wave, and then erecting a flagpole in the wind, standing a wooden stake in the waves, standing still, tempered thousands of times, and finally becoming a towering city wall or a thousand-mile embankment.

Of course, this is all theoretical.

Specific to the actual operation, Qi Zihuan has gained the experience of failure so far.

For the first time, he fully respected the tradition and started by meditating, but it ended up with cramps in his calves.

The second time, he learned to learn from the experience in film and television works and martial arts novels, trying to practice lying down, and enter the Tao from dreams. As a result, I was lying on the bed tossing and turning, thinking that it was all Xiaohui.

An existence like a young man's sweetheart has always been the big boss of the last level of the demon world, and the lovelorn boy deserves it and loses.

The third time, hungry, defeated.

The fourth time, the shopkeeper next door came to care about the visit, but failed.

There don't seem to be any customers today, so let's try again.

I saw Qi Zihuan leaning comfortably on the bed, closing his eyes, and letting himself enter a state of relaxation and naturalness. Then start watching your breath, inhale through your nose and keep it flat and long, while noticing how the breath passes through your organs and feels its flow. Then exhale through the mouth, which is also even, soothing, and not forceful, and pay attention to how this breath returns through your lower limbs to the organs of the abdomen, chest, larynx, mouth, and other cavities.

And so on, dozens of breaths later.

He fell asleep.

……

When Qi Zihuan woke up again, he found himself in a strange environment.

It was a large office with a dozen desks, and on his desk were the telephone, pen holder, a few scattered manuscripts and newspapers. The people around him, including himself, were dressed in retro fashion, quite in the style of the last century. Even the most beautiful beauty in the office is a rustic look with a suspender and a scarf.

"Take it apart, take it apart." Many people in the office gathered around the beautiful woman's desk, loudly urging her to open the large envelope in her hand.

A handsome man with the appearance of a leader walked out of the inner office, stood on the periphery of the crowd, and watched everyone coax.

How this scene feels familiar. Qi Zihuan thought suspiciously.

Suddenly, he felt a cool air rise from behind him.

The hands and feet quickly became cold, and the scalp began to tingle.

Because he glanced at a news item in the newspaper on the table - "The Strange and Violent Death of a Man in the Ancient Village", and a photo of the deceased with twisted facial features and twitching hands.

He knew what world he was in.

The world of the beauty of the old corpse in the mountain village!