Brother Zhao. It's the seventh Friday, and it's been seven hundred and forty-nine days since we first invited the pen fairy. If Yang He's prediction is not wrong, tonight, everything will have an ending.

If there are any unfortunate consequences, then, Zhao Huanshu, please go to my house after a while, give the letter to my parents, and let them know about me; You cherish yourself, I don't have a wide range of contacts, and the best brothers are only you and Yang He.

I didn't go out a single step this week, and I didn't take another sip of wine. I read the piece of paper that Yang He left me countless times until I can memorize it now. I also religiously obeyed every word he said and every piece of advice given to me. I have spent six days this week writing this long letter to tell you what has happened to me.

Since the beginning of the week, I have been using the pager to call Yang He more than a dozen times a day, but there has been no answer each time. But I still don't give up, and I eagerly hope that he will suddenly push the door in, glaring at me with that confident and calm gaze, and making a few jokes.

Yes, I've been dreaming of waiting for the moment to come. This feeling is even heavier than I miss Tang Rou. This feeling even counteracted the fear in my heart.

Yes, I don't feel fear anymore.

The wind is here again. The blood-smelling wind slowly crept into the room, crowding around me, and I felt my hands as cold as a dead man, as cold as the female ghost I was holding that day. The smell of death permeated the room, it was the stench of corpses.

But now I don't feel like it stinks, because it's a familiar smell to me, a crematorium, and it's exactly the same as the smell on my clothes. No, that's from my clothes. I put my hand in front of my nose and sniffed, oh, it turns out that I have this smell on me now.

Outside the house, a strong wind was blowing, making the trees tremble, and the houses were whining. The wind chimes at the door rang again. Yang He once said that he threw it in the trash, but one day, it suddenly appeared automatically. The wind chimes were shrilling and smirking, chirping, listening, and the voice was like this: "Giggle...... Giggle......"

The window opened with a thud, the translucent curtains fluttered wildly with the wind blowing in, and I saw two figures swaying behind the curtains. One is stout, the other is slender, that's a man and a woman. They were slowly walking towards me.

The door creaked open. The wind is stronger. A fishy wind permeated the room.

Yang He walked in slowly, and just as I was expecting, he looked at me and smiled. I laughed too. Because I saw an expression on his face that I hadn't seen in a long time, it was relief, it was relief.

Yang He pouted to me. Oh yes, he's telling me to finish this letter quickly. Yes, it's over, it's over.

So, that's it.

Sincerely

Your good brother Zhang Zhuangzhuang

28 August 1998

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Zhao Huanshu was a little sluggish after reading the letter, his two eyes kept staring at the letter paper for a long time, and then, Zhao Huanshu's eyes moved to the watch: it was time to get off work.

Then, Zhao Huanshu pinched the bridge of his nose and got up suddenly, walked out of the office with his coat, came to the parking lot without pause, and drove away.

Zhao Huanshu, who was driving on the road, looked ahead with two eyes, holding the steering wheel in one hand and taking out the phone book from his arms with the other, he remembered that he had remembered the pager number of Zhang Zhuangzhuang's father.

"Found it!" Zhao Huanshu looked at the pager code on the phone book, and hurriedly took out the big brother equipped by the organ and dialed the pager.

After a while, Zhao Huanshu's mobile phone rang, because it should be Zhang Zhuangzhuang's father who received a pager, and learned from Zhang Zhuangzhuang's father that Zhang Zhuangzhuang has not contacted his family for more than a month, Zhao Huanshu hurriedly comforted Zhang's father and said that Zhang Zhuangzhuang was busy with work, and he chatted with himself on a public phone a few days ago, so that Zhang's father could rest assured; Then Zhao Huanshu exchanged a few words of greeting with Zhang's father and hung up the phone.

Zhao Huanshu didn't want Zhang Zhuangzhuang's father to worry so he made up such a lie, since he learned from Zhang's father that Zhang Zhuangzhuang had lost contact, then he was probably more than lucky now.

However, Zhang Zhuangzhuang and himself have been friends since childhood, he has such a big thing, and now he wants to see people alive and die to see corpses, Zhao Huanshu frowned, and decided to go to the resort mentioned in Zhang Zhuangzhuang's letter, but before that, Zhao Huanshu had to go to a place first.

In fact, Zhao Huanshu did not doubt the content of the ghost possession in Zhang Zhuangzhuang's letter at all, because in addition to his status as a civil servant in the dang calendar, he actually has another profession, to be precise, part-time: Taoist priest.

Zhao Huanshu's grandfather was a well-known Taoist priest in the village when he was young, from fortune-telling to feng shui, to exorcism and ghosting, but he was persecuted in the sixties, and then hid in the mountains for more than ten years before he came out, and never mentioned anything related to Taoist priests.

Until a year before Zhao Huanshu's grandfather died, he suddenly accepted two apprentices, one of whom was Zhao Huanshu; Just because he didn't want his knowledge to be interrupted, of course, Zhao Huanshu didn't learn much at all, after all, time was limited; And in today's society, this line of work has gradually been forgotten.

But fortunately, my grandfather left a book he wrote himself, "The Fragrance of the Underworld", which recorded what he had learned in his life; And Zhao Huanshu's grandfather's Taoism is just like the title of the book, it is a very special doorway, this door is based on incense, lit with special spices, with special techniques, in order to achieve the effect of exorcism and evil spirits, fortune and treasure, blessing and avoiding disaster.

At almost six o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Huanshu's car drove to a village on the outskirts of the city.

Zhao Huanshu found a place to park the car, and strode to a mud house in the north of the village, and a fragrance that seemed to be absent had been known to him after Zhao Huanshu entered the village.

The fragrance was a little strong in front of the house, and Zhao Huanshu knocked on the wooden door of his grandfather's other apprentice's residence.

Squeak, the wooden door opened, and a delicate long-haired woman appeared in front of Zhao Huanshu, she was wearing a light blue cloth dress, which was a style imitating the Republic of China.

The woman's eyes widened slightly when she saw Zhao Huanshu, and her sweet voice revealed surprise: "Senior Brother Zhao, why are you here?!" ”

"There is an emergency," Zhao Huanshu opened his mouth and said: "You bring a few soul-summoning incense and Taiqing incense pills, by the way, you can also bring the ghost exorcism props, and follow me immediately!" ”10