The editorial office is located at No. 47, Jiefang Road, H City, and from the outside, it is a bright and beautiful office building created by the blind method. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info three stories high, unobstructed lighting on all sides, independent courtyard, the courtyard is surrounded by a European-style fence about one person high, the fence is crawled with vines and plants, the gate is also used in the European-style manor type wrought iron gate, the gate is open all year round. Looking inside, a two-lane wide stone path lined with bread stones in the middle of the green grass straights straight ahead. In the middle of the courtyard is a round and half-meter-deep European-style fountain, and in the center of the fountain is a sculpture of an angel holding a bottle. The stone road is divided and closed in the fountain, just wrapping the fountain in the middle of the stone road, and at the end of the road is a three-storey western-style building, the style has both a simple and deep sense of age and a modern clear and capable style. The top floor of the western-style building is an open platform, and there are always passers-by who see people playing on it.

It is said that the entertainment facilities in this editorial office are all available; It is said that the people in this editorial office are all young talents; This editorial office is said to be a state institution; This editorial office is said to be often haunted; It is said that this editorial office owes a lot of money, and some people see that the people who come out of it are covered in blood; Reputedly......

But, many times, inside the door and outside the door are actually two worlds......

Walking through the European-style gate decorated with standing lions, everything in front of you will be completely different. There are no stone paths, no fountains, no green grass and enviable office buildings, and some are only weird and gloomy. Under the foot is a stone road that looks to be paved with irregular stones, on both sides are scattered tall ancient acacia that two people cannot hug, in front of which is a low arch bridge of the same stone, under the bridge the water gurgling without knowing the source, clear to the bottom, but there are no fish and shrimp playing, the aquatic plants at the bottom of the river occasionally swing, floating up and sinking. Raising his head, I saw a building about the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty standing alone, the ancient building is not high, two floors up and down, but in the details of the craftsmanship and materials of the year are exquisite.

Outside the ancient building, hang a gold wooden plaque along the purple background, on the book: Lingyuan.

The ancients had a cloud: all things have spirits, then they know things, me, cold and warm, debate good and evil, and understand human nature. However, the spirit is possessed by the body, and the body can be destroyed, but the spirit cannot be destroyed. Therefore, there is reincarnation, so that the spirit is always attached to the body, and it is not evil or evil. I am also afraid that the spirit will not forget the previous life, and repay the wish of the previous life with the present life, and make up for the fate of the previous life, so Meng Po is set up to wipe the old grudges, old fate, and old knowledge of the spirit in the previous life with decoction before reincarnation, so that the spirit body is combined.

The Lingyuan is the last stop for those spirits who do not want to forget their past lives before drinking the Meng Po soup, and it is the place where all their memories of their past lives are poured out. Therefore, some colleagues call this a cemetery, and our service tenet is: we do not receive spirits, we are just porters of memory.

Of course, we are also spirits, those who are unwilling to forget our past lives, those who end up resentful, those who are trapped by love and cannot solve unhappy knots, and those who are chosen, that is, lucky and unfortunate spirits.

This is the Paranormal Editors, and we look forward to your story.

I thought back to the first time I was here, and before I knew it, I had come to the door of a house. Gently pushed open the carved wooden door, greeted the sun, and licked his lips greedily, it was a warm smell.