Bai Sang carried the old ghost to the ferry, and the boss made a trick and took great effort to bring the book back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The moment the boss touched the cover, he knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly chased Bai Sang to the ferry.

When he arrived at the ferry, the old ghost was still struggling with the wooden boat. The wooden boat seemed to be alive, and when the old ghost went up, it overturned, and it really lifted the old ghost off.

"Sturgeon, what's going on?" Bai Sang was also anxious, there had never been such a situation.

"There's something wrong with this book." The boss has regained his youthful appearance, he holds a book in one hand and scratches the back of his ear with the other, "It's a bit tricky." Bai Sang rarely saw a boss like this, although he was not kind, he still laughed out loud.

"What's going on?" Bai Sang laughed for a while, and when he saw that Baili Sturgeon ignored him, he also felt bored, so he asked.

"If this book is seen by people with ulterior motives, I am afraid that what I will see is not a love but a fight, and it is estimated that it will not be impossible to get on the wooden boat at that time, but will fall directly into the river and be eaten by the fish." The boss scratched his hair again, "Trouble, trouble!" "His movements are three points similar to Bai Sang.

"Don't board the boat yet, you come here." Bai Sang realized that things might not be simple, and hurriedly beckoned to the old ghost.

"What's wrong?" The old ghost failed to wait for the boat again, and came over in frustration, and pressed his eyelids, the whites of Bai Sensen's eyes only showed a little.

"Huh!" The boss stopped talking, frowning and looking at him for a long time, the undead came to the ferry one after another, of course, they couldn't see each other, only the boss and Bai Sang, felt a little crowded.

The surface of the river seemed to have no bounds, and in the thin mist, some yellowish light gradually lit up and then gradually disappeared.

"How long has this book been with you? Be specific. Bai Sang asked.

"I guess I received this book in 1939, when I was just thirteen years old, and it's seventy-seven years now." The old ghost remembers quite clearly.

"Do you remember what that couple looked like?" The boss led them out of the ferry and into the boundless darkness, the two demons and one ghost have lived in the dark for a long time, so the boss just conjured up a stone table and three stone benches.

"Ouch boss, you don't want to think about it, it was seventy years ago, the old man was still a little senile, can I remember which year I received this book or because it was a lesson, I remembered it for most of my life......"

"Don't howl, don't howl, don't howl!" Bai Sang interrupted him, "Be neat, ask what you want to answer." ”

"Ouch......"

"Do you still want to be reincarnated?" This threat works.

"That's it!" The boss interrupted the two of them talking nonsense, "Didn't you say that woman didn't have as much aura as your wife?" How can you see it? ”

"I don't know!" The old ghost answered honestly.

"It looks like you really don't want to be reincarnated!" Bai Sang was anxious, how could this ghost not know anything, "Baili, take him to Sansheng Bridge, it is estimated that we can find what we are looking for there." ”

"That's it." The boss walked into the depths of the darkness, "You guys wait here, I'll go and go back." ”

"Is this boss reliable?" The old ghost watched the boss melt into the darkness, and couldn't help but approach Bai Sang and asked.

After all, he was a human being in life, and even if he was destined to walk in the darkness until he was reincarnated, he couldn't help but yearn for the light.

Bai Sang threw a stone at his head.

"Hey!" The stone hit the old ghost on the head, and the old ghost thought that he would not touch him, so he did not hide.

"Silly!" Bai Sang sneered, "This is the entrance to the underworld, and the ghosts are no different from the living. ”

The old ghost slowly climbed onto the stone table and sat cross-legged, his left and right index fingers touching lightly, and a green flame danced in front of his hands.

He smiled as if offering a treasure and handed it to Bai Sang.

Bai Sang was inexplicably a little sad, so he squatted on the ground and fiddled with the stones with his hands.

When the boss came back, he saw the old ghost sitting on the stone table playing with the flames on his palms, and Bai Sang squatting, fiddling with the stones.

"Let's go!"

"Will the boat still lift me?" The old ghost was a little worried.

"I don't take a boat this time."

"Can I be reincarnated directly?"

"It's a beautiful idea." Bai Sang sneered, "Crossing the Sansheng River by wooden boat means that you can completely dissociate yourself from your life, so that you can drink that bowl of Meng Po soup with peace of mind at the head of the Sansheng Bridge." ”

"Oh!" The old ghost stumbled and followed the boss and Bai Sang, but the flame in his hand refused to be extinguished.

He hunched his back and carefully looked at the more and more red flowers, which glowed red and bloomed in the darkness.

"Boss, this flower is beautiful." The old ghost is getting younger and younger, at first he was an old man with a rickety back, and then he slowly became a small middle-aged man, and by the time they stepped into this void, the old ghost had become a small man.

"Do you remember?" The boss stood still, his head nodding towards the void, as if greeting someone.

"Nope." The young old ghost opened his mouth, and he couldn't stop, "I clearly remember that I could see it clearly, but I couldn't remember it." The old ghost looked at Bai Sang talking to the void in surprise, floated to the boss's side, and whispered, "That little brother is sick, right?" ”

"You can't see it." The boss chuckled, "You don't have to say it, I know." ”

"What can't I see?" The old ghost honestly stopped talking, and then couldn't help it, and asked.

"Only the ghosts who cross the Sansheng River can see the underworld. If the ghosts who casually break into the underworld can be reincarnated, or the boss or the gods of the underworld can be reincarnated, the underworld will soon lose order, and the world will not be chaotic? Bai Sang ran over, in a very happy mood, with an extra handful of fruit in his hand, threw one to the old ghost, and then approached the boss and motioned for him to take it himself.

"Let's go, go back." The boss took a fruit and walked back.

"Eh, that's not the way back, is it?" The old ghost got older and older, looked at the white flowers all over the mountain, and couldn't help but ask.

"All the way to the underworld is a red ghost flower, and to go back, of course, no one can go back, and the way back is a white ghost flower." Bai Sang said vaguely with the fruit in his mouth.

"Can I be reincarnated?"

"Baili has its own plans." After eating the fruit of Bai Sang, he walked around and talked to the old ghost, "I have seen many ghosts, all of them want to come back from the dead, why are you looking forward to reincarnation?" Bai Sang dragged him a few quick steps and caught up with the boss in front.

"Hey, I can still understand the truth that people die like lights out."

"Then why can't you get on the boat?" Bai Sang looked at him, squinted with one eye, and said distrustfully, "The ghosts who have nothing to worry about are all directly on the wooden boat." ”

"Little brother, how do you pick up words that others don't like to hear? I don't know about the old man! ”

"Huh!" Bai Sang turned his head and said, "It's here!" ”

The boss turned around, looked at the old ghost, and said seriously: "Don't think about that couple, they are doing well, and they also concluded that they can't think of someone who can't get on the reincarnation boat because they are worried about their feelings, they feel very sorry, they said thank you little brother for lending them money back then, and then they also went to look for you, but at that time you had moved away, and they had also looked for you, and there was also a sentence in the will asking their children to find you, but their children were abroad and did not find you." ”

"Really?" The old ghost smiled, glanced at the book in the boss's hand, smiled, and walked into the ferry.

"This old man is a man of great wisdom!" Bai Sang watched the old ghost enter the ferry, but he was just stunned, laughed again, and couldn't help but say.

"Bai Sang, you remember, this old ghost was the real person when he was alive."

"What's wrong with this book?" Bai Sang watched countless ghosts struggling at the ferry, wanting to go back, and pulled the boss's sleeve, "Let's go!" ”

"Let's go back!" The boss looked at the river, the fog was thick, and it was almost dawn.

"It's a ghost book." In front of the boss is a quaint incense burner, and green smoke wafts out of it, which is a cold smell, like the smell of snow in winter and wind in spring.

"Huh?" Bai Sang grinded his hand for a moment, "How can there be such an infatuated person?" ”

"Bai Sang, people are the strangest creatures, what you think is impossible, they may think is very ordinary." The boss opened the book, took a brush, and copied the death spell on it in a regular manner.

"But isn't the ghost book a legend?" Bai Sang polished the ink and sniffled, "This fragrance is not as good as the smell of books." ”

"Where did the legend come from?" The boss smiled, "Since there is a legend, it means that it happened, otherwise the word ghost book would not appear." ”

"Where is the couple's ancestry? We're going to send them back, right? ”

"No, just stay here, and the appearance of a ghost book means that a second book will appear. Bai Sang, I'm going to look for it, I can't be in the store during this time. The boss stopped writing and looked at Bai Sang, "Look at the store these days!" ”

"Good!" Bai Sang was happy.

"Remember, don't be emotional." The boss admonished, and picked up the pen to write.

The boss copied the Buddhist scriptures for a day, and when it was nearly dusk, he finished copying, he closed the book, took out a booklet tied of rice paper, opened the blank pages in it, and wrote: "Ghost books, ancient and modern infatuated people die and turn into them." Then he closed the book.

"Is that all?" Bai Sang sat for a day, stood up and twisted his head, and ran over to see the boss.

"I can't think of anything else to say." The boss sighed.

"Just write it down according to the legend."

"Bai Sang, the couple who turned out this book is still tormented in the fire. In fact, ghost books are good books, but if the people who read this book are bad, the book will be bad, and ghost books are written in ghost language, and they cannot stay in the world. Fortunately, the person who got the book was a real person. ”

"What's the story of this couple?" Bai Sang was curious.

"It's just a matter of the past, they were married from below, they could write before they could write letters, and when they understood things, they promised each other for life, and later died in the Nanjing Massacre. On that day, the couple went to the mountains to look for red maples. The boss said lightly.