Another day.

Li Bo looked up at the sky, it was still as gloomy as ever, and the thick gray and inky clouds were squeezed together, like cold and hard pieces of iron, ready to fall at any moment.

He walked to the house, where his mother should have steamed steamed buns and was making sweet potato leaf noodle soup.

But today something is different.

When Li Bo passed by the ancestral hall in the village, he saw a young man in his early twenties, standing on the path at the entrance of the ancestral hall with his head bowed, blocking his way.

Since his death, how many years have passed, in addition to the painful experience day after day, the only thing I can see every day is the daughter-in-law of the Bu family.

She waited for him at the well every night.

Of course, it won't be people who make an appointment after dusk, just waiting to push him into the icy well water, and then lovingly cover him with a manhole cover.

Every day.

It is rare to meet such a young man today, although he looks strangely dressed, he is not from this village. But Li Bo was still willing to stop and wait for him to go first, hoping that he could say a few words along the way.

But the young man did not speak, nor did he even look up at Lieber, but when Lieber stopped, he snapped off a willow branch from the willow tree by the roadside, turned and left.

The hand was raised, and the willow branch snapped in the air.

The sky was gone, the village was gone, even the young people were gone, and Li Bo felt that there was only that willow branch in the whole heaven and earth, with new buds, rising and waving from time to time.

"Smack!"

Li Bo followed in a daze.

Vaguely, he knew it wasn't the way home, but he couldn't resist, and he didn't want to.

As long as he doesn't bear that day anymore, he is willing to destroy it immediately.

……

I don't know how long I walked, but the sound of wicker waving disappeared.

Li Bo found himself in a room with an altar, incense and candles, flags, and yellow paper, red pens, black ink, and a mahogany sword on the wooden table.

But what is even more eye-catching is that there are three rows of spirit cards neatly placed on a table, and his own is among them.

The young man he brought was not the same as the one he had seen in the village, no longer dressed strangely, but dressed in a robe and a crown, holding a wicker, and doing things around the case.

It's like you've never been out of this room at all.

"Heaven and earth, sun, moon and stars, I summon the soul of the world. The willow whip arrived, and the pursuit of essence was immediately formed. Regardless of gods and ghosts, choose even demons and spirits. When the souls hear of my call, they are anxious to see the true form......"

As the young man walked and recited incantations, ghosts entered the room and stood in a row with his hands down.

Slowly, the young man's cheeks gradually flushed with a strange red tide, sweat oozed from his forehead, and there was some sluggishness between movements, which seemed very difficult.

Nine came in one after another, and no more ghosts came in.

Seeing this, the young man put down the wicker, took a few breaths, picked up a cinnabar pen and drew a talisman, lit it on the incense candle, and pressed it into a bowl of water when it was almost finished.

Laugh at!

The clear water strangely did not become cloudy.

I saw him pick up the peachwood sword and water bowl, take a large mouthful of runic water, and spray it at the sword, and the rune water quickly seeped into the sword body, leaving no trace of water stains.

"I am the Taiyi Jun in the cave, wearing seven stars and four spirits. The hand of the wooden sword shook up, and Lixun patrolled until Kun. The exchange of households traveled to Qianhai and looked at the emperor from afar. Kanziheng went up to the top of the mountain, and went straight down to the Gen Palace to open the ghost door. Those who dare to disobey my way will be driven to the sword and turn into dust. Haste as a law. ”

After reading this paragraph, he suddenly raised his peachwood sword flat, and drew it vigorously in the direction of the ghosts with the sword body, accompanied by a loud shout: "Wake up with a dozen of them!" ”

All the ghosts shook.

Li Bo only felt a huge pain hit him, and his soul seemed to be about to be scattered under the pull of the peachwood sword.

And then there's memory.

Those forgotten memories are picked up one by one and linger in front of you.

A boy croaks to the ground, a young mother gently caresses the baby's face, and the father grins on the sidelines......

The boy exchanged his favorite iron-headed cricket for his playmate Bu Wanshu to teach him to read every day......

The boy recited the thousand-character text aloud in front of his mother, who could not tell whether it was right or wrong, but laughed very happily......

The boy kowtowed to Mr. Bu Jia with his mother and was expelled from the door......

The boy eats dusty steamed buns at night and listens to his drunken father cursing in bed......

The boy grew into a young man and buried his father, who fell down the hill when he was drunk......

For the first time, a matchmaker came to the young man's house, wielding a hoe to drive him away......

The man was not confused when he was old, and on the way to the market, he picked up a baby boy in the mountain temple and named him Li Qiang......

The younger brother of his childhood friend married his daughter-in-law, the man took his adopted son to eat and drink, and the younger daughter-in-law sang a Cantonese opera, and the adopted son said that he wanted to learn to sing......

In the ancestral hall of the village, the village chief announced the scandal of the daughter-in-law of the Bu family, and asked the opinion of the man who was already called Li Bo......

The man woke up at night, and in a trance saw his mother standing by the well and wanted to jump, but he reached out to pull it but fell into the well, becoming a dead soul in the world......

……

"Two dozen return to the soul!"

The young man raised the peachwood sword and pumped it again, beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping, and the right hand holding the sword began to tremble.

Li Bo, who was immersed in his memory, was in pain as his soul was pumped, and then he heard the young man shouting, and suddenly he was like a morning bell at dusk, deafening.

The memory is still there, before and after death, every detail, every moment of life.

It's just that when I look at it now, it's like a layer of glass, both real and tangible, and like a dream, all the joy, hatred, happiness, and sadness are gradually stripped from the memory and dissipated.

Look at those things again, or those things, but they won't be angry, bitter, hateful, and sad.

Seeing that all the ghosts had calmed down, the young man gritted his teeth, raised his peachwood sword tremblingly, and no longer struck at the ghosts, but slashed vertically from top to bottom.

"Three dozen ghost doors open!"

A cloud of white light appeared in the room out of thin air, saying that it was a light cluster but not a little warm, but on the contrary, a slight chill flowed from it.

Li Bo was not surprised or happy, looking at the ghost gate that could not be seen on the opposite side, and walked in.

One by one, the rest of the ghosts also walked into the ghost door.

……

Qi Zihuan felt that his body was hollowed out.

He didn't expect this ritual to consume so much essence and spirit, and every time he summoned a ghost, he felt that he had divided a part of his divine soul to guide him.

And the later three dozen methods cost him half his life every time.

He sat on the ground and gasped for a long time before he got up and began to clean up the mess.

More than 20 spirit tablets were thrown into the brazier one by one, and they were quickly burned into charcoal by the fire.

When she started to burn Aunt Mei's spirit card, the sound of a woman singing suddenly echoed in the room.

……

Lang is in the place of pleasure, and the concubine is in the bowel,

The grievances are known for a month,

It is not easy to separate when you meet,

The forsaken woman is now too late to regret,

Do you remember the phoenix joy of the day,

and remember whether to continue to be kind and have done goodbye.

……

The singing tone is gloomy and desolate, and it is very infiltrating.

Qi Zihuan tilted his head and listened carefully, and began to beat to the rhythm in his hand.

At the end of the song, Qi Zihuan smiled at the half-burned memorial tablet.

"I just like the way you can't get used to me and can't kill me."