I cautiously reached for my phone, and at the same time glanced at the male corpse in the crystal cave, my fingers were so trembling that I couldn't bear the weight of the phone and slipped off several times, and finally my fingertips trembled and picked it up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The blue light of the agate crystal spilled on the phone with the figures of the other three people on his back, and the picture did not change for half a minute, and my head was buzzing, like a strong tinnitus, and a deeper force against my throat.

It's nothing more than Feng Xin trying to beat me, what do I see? Male corpse? Hallucination? Ghost? Or something else? The thought of this made me even more nervous.

"What do you see?" I cleared my throat and asked tentatively at the subcar.

Ziche shook his finger and said, "As you see on your phone, what about you?" What do you see?"

I was the only one who jumped far away, meaning that I was the only one who was present, and yet I still hadn't seen any shit of the bow and arrow. The man tattooed by the dragon was still curled up in the crystal cave, and there was no movement, but the figure flickered slightly.

The four of us all froze in place, a minute and two minutes passed, nothing unusual happened, and the fists that were originally clenched to death gradually loosened, but it was strange enough to see that they were different from others.

Realizing that there was no immediate threat, I boldly described, "I didn't see any bows and arrows, but I saw a man with tattoos all over his body, including his eyelids and earlobes...... Hug your knees and huddle in them like a baby." I drew my hands over myself, half-crouching, mimicking the man's pose.

"Anything else?" Qian Yan looked at me and asked eagerly.

I looked at it, but I couldn't see anything else, and I said, "Like...... That's all."

"That's it?"

"Hmm...... Hey, wait, his tattoo looks like a dragon, but I'm not sure." After knowing that his prototype was a bow and arrow, I was not as frightened as before, imagining that I was the hero of the best-selling Go comics, and when people saw the chessboard, I saw the bow and arrow. So I slowly stepped forward to take a closer look.

After staring intently for a moment, I noticed that his closed eyelids were pierced in line with the diamond pattern on the dude's belt. I told Feng Xin about this discovery, and I couldn't tell the rest of the story.

Suddenly, the figure flickered more violently, and in the blink of an eye, it suddenly disappeared, and the figure in the crystal cave danced into a picture of a bow and arrow.

"Ah...... The figure is gone......" The screen jumped suddenly, like watching TV and being suddenly switched to the station, which made me feel a little confused.

Feng Xin lowered his eyelids and began to ponder, his excessively long eyelashes covering his gaze. I remembered that my mom had long eyelashes, but I didn't have half of them.

Then the corner of his eye looked at the sub-car standing aside, his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something, and he stopped talking, "What are you doing? Say whatever you want."

"You said you, do you have a supernatural physique? Do you see ghosts?" He asked, rubbing his chin.

"Xiao Ran, you can see the ghost."

"Fart, don't make a fool of yourself, I can't see anything...... Le." Just as I forcefully denied it, an old image of Hodi popped up in my mind, and I unconsciously squinted my eyes.

Feng Xinli immediately saw through my scruples and gestured to me, "Say it."

Qian Cai and Ziche straightened up and cast their eyes intently, as if I was telling people stories in the teahouse in ancient times.

"It's not a big deal, and I don't know if it's related...... It's just a sudden reminder." I swallowed, and the memories in the dusty depths unexpectedly swept away one by one, "Our family used to run a photo studio a long time ago, and we finally took it away, yes, but there are a few old cameras still in the basement of my house, but I don't particularly care for them. One of them has a center that looks like the kind of accordion with a cloth on the head." I explained to Qianyu.

"Do you have one at home?" She heard that I had a bone dong, and her voice suddenly raised and she asked dumbfounded.

"Well, but that's not the point. The camera had been in my basement for a long, long time, and the cloth had accumulated a thick layer of dust. When I was a kid, I was playful, and somehow I got inside and looked at it, and I ...... through that window I saw a group of 10 or 20 people standing in two rows under a ginkgo tree, as if they were going to take a family photo."

I pursed my lips, "You know. The camera is in the basement, how can you possibly see that kind of scene? I was young, but I understood it, and I immediately lifted the cloth and looked back at the camera, but I didn't see anything else, just the original basement scene...... It's been a long time, and I don't know why I suddenly remembered it."

When I finished talking about it, I was a little stunned by my temples, and I was probably the most surprised. I remember very well that it was when my father had not yet died, that my mother could not find me and that I was dying, or that my father had taken me out of the basement.

Twenty-three years ago, when I was four or five years old, I barely remembered it. I didn't expect that scene to be so vividly replayed in my mind, it turned out that I had never forgotten the ginkgo tree planted in my hometown in Shandong.

The ginkgo biloba was planted by my grandfather when my father was born to commemorate the birth of his eldest son.

Feng Xin returned to his thoughts after hearing this, and none of us dared to disturb him, so he spoke: "Hou Yi was reburied, and it is likely that his body had already turned into dust, so he had to replace it with the bow and arrow he used before his death as a spiritual symbol." Feng Xin said.

"It's very similar to the mound of clothes." Ziche said coldly.

"Uh-huh, it's the predecessor of the clothed mound." He nodded in agreement with the sub-car.

Then he added, "I have only heard a little about it; I haven't actually seen it. I heard an elder once say that everything has a spirit, even the items that are made are no exception, and after a long time of use, they will produce spirits, although they are objects, they will actually remember. Some people can see the spirit of things, and some people can see the memories of things. I guess, you'...... It should be the memory of seeing this bow."

After listening to Feng Xin's words, I suddenly realized that I remembered a neighbor teacher.

In an old iron factory next to my former home, when we were weeding out old equipment, the master poured a few glasses of wine on the machines and said many words of thanks to the machines. One person and one machine look like friends, and the moment the machine is taken away by the recycling yard, the master still leaves a man's tears.

After all, there is no such thing as a feast that will never be dissolved, and the bow in front of me quietly misses its deceased master. I accidentally spied on it, and I couldn't help but have a sour nose when I thought about it.

It seems that the man tattooed with the dragon tattoo is undoubtedly Hou Yi.

"Very well, so what do we do next?" Go back? It doesn't look like there's going to be any other way." The sub-car is roughly less than a glance.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished asking, the floor of the bamboo frame shook violently and unexpectedly, and our center of gravity was thrown to the ground unsteadily. The magnitude of the earthquake was so strong that it was like riding on a bamboo raft across the rapids.

I squatted my fingers and grabbed the bamboo knots under my feet, but a series of hot air accompanied by shaking, frantically rushing out of the cracks in the bamboo.