When I heard him say this, my heart was half cold, and my voice trembled a little: "Are you already dead?" ”

Mr. Lu nodded lightly. The face is still the same: "yes, I'm dead." ”

Then, he pointed to his shoulders and the top of his head: "It's actually very simple to tell if you are a living ghost or a ghost. The key is to see if the three natal yang fires on your body are still there. ”

He smiled and said, "Mine is gone." ”

This fact is cruel to the extreme. I looked at him in disbelief: "Impossible, no one can be so plain in the face of life and death." Mr. Lu, I'm afraid your mentality is not so good. Are you kidding me? ”

By the time I got there, I had reached out and grabbed him by the collar. I almost asked him, "Is it?" Isn't it? ”

Mr. Lu didn't give me the answer I wanted, he smiled and said, "Zhao Mang." I've set an example for you, no matter what the result is, you have to look at it and don't embarrass yourself. ”

I muttered, "If I'm no longer human, what else do I have to lose?" ”

Suddenly. I woke up: I see, you already knew you were dead, didn't you? That's why you're so bland, you already knew the result......

Mr. Lu looked at me helplessly: "Why are you so smart at this time?" ”

I heard that Mr. Lu had confirmed my suspicions, and my heart became even more uncomfortable. I said, "You are a Taoist priest, and of course you have the ability to distinguish between a living soul and a ghost. Isn't that so? ”

Mr. Lu looked at me. Nodding.

I nervously asked, "What about me?" ”

Mr. Lu pointed to the ghost screen: "If you take a picture yourself, you will naturally know." ”

I know that Mr. Lu probably won't sue me. The news that others refuse to say is not good news. But I have a glimmer of hope in my heart, after all, Mr. Lu is not very reliable, what if he wants to play a big joke on me? When I found out that the natal lamp was burning, he laughed in the back. What about making fun of my previous embarrassment? He's definitely going to do it.

I'm already standing in front of the screen. But I can't see my shadow because my eyes are closed.

Mr. Lu is dead, and he and I are grasshoppers on a rope, and now I am most likely dead. This thought could not be had, it came out of my heart, like a cold current, freezing me whole, and then turning into an ice pick, poking me all over the place.

Suddenly, I remembered something else. I am the true dragon emperor. I also have a blind dragon in me. I shouldn't have died. Heaven should have taken care of me.

I'm so self-deceptive. Mr. Lu's voice came faintly behind me: "Are you going to drag it until the burial?" Zhao Mang, do whatever you want, don't hesitate, otherwise, I'm sorry for your own name. ”

I couldn't help but feel solemn in my heart: "Yes, I must at least be worthy of my name." ”

Thinking of this, I opened my eyes.

I saw that the ghost screen on the opposite side was like a mirror, and there was a person in it, weeping and staring at me. He is who I am.

I looked over his shoulder, it was empty, and I looked at the top of his head again. It's also empty.

In an instant, it was as if the world had collapsed. I stood in front of the ghost screen and wanted to cry bitterly.

I'm dead, and the world doesn't mean anything to me anymore. My relatives, my friends, say goodbye.

I'm thinking nonsense. Mr. Lu suddenly grabbed my arm and dragged me aside.

I looked at him sadly, "What else do you want to do?" I can't be as calm as you. Life and death are the biggest things in life. I'm sad......"

Mr. Lu sighed helplessly, and then pointed at Xue Qian and Aunt Xue: "Don't be busy being sad first, they are discussing you." ”

As soon as I heard this, I couldn't help but quiet down.

Even if I made a ghost. My curiosity is still there. I would like to know what evaluation Xue Qian intends to give me.

I listened quietly for a while, and found that Xue Qian and Aunt Xue were not discussing my character, they were discussing another matter, and this incident made me nervous. Crazy Stroke.

I saw Xue Qian take out her phone and put it down again. He hesitated for a moment and said to Aunt Xue: "It doesn't seem appropriate to tell Zhao Mang's parents about this matter, right?" ”

Aunt Xue shook her head and said, "White-haired people send black-haired people, they will definitely not be able to bear it." ”

Xue Qian said: "Then it is impossible to hide it from them for a lifetime." ”

When I heard this, I was even more worried. I think of my parents who are far away, and I can't help but want to cry.

Xue Qian put her phone in her pocket and asked, "What about his corpse?" When Pulsatilla killed his classmates, I saw that most of them were buried in their hometowns, and they seemed to have a very strong concept there. ”

Aunt Xue muttered in a low voice: "The leaves fall to the roots, the leaves fall to the roots, yes, you can't let Zhao Mang be buried here." Gotta send him back. ”

Xue Qian said: "Their town is very small, and if you suddenly send someone back, everyone will definitely inquire who is inside the coffin." It's easy to puncture when the time comes. ”

Aunt Xue stood up, walked around the courtyard, and said, "If Zhao Mang's parents are generous, let's send him back." At least the old couple went to the grave to see their son, so that they would not sit in the car for several hours, and it would be better to have a little sustenance when they are old. ”

Xue Qian took out her mobile phone and was about to dial.

Aunt Xue instructed: "Be tactful when you say it, don't be too straight." Don't scare people. ”

Xue Qian agreed, and was about to call.

I immediately became anxious, I don't know if my parents were generous, but no one can afford to lose a child.

I yelled, "Don't call." ”

My voice, Xue Qian naturally couldn't hear it. But when I shouted at this voice, a whirlwind blew on the ground, causing the table to fly wildly, and the money fell to the ground.

Secretary Wang turned pale with fright, and asked vigorously, "What's wrong?" What's wrong? What's wrong? Is it haunted? ”

Xue Qian glanced at him and said, "What are you afraid of?" It won't hurt us if the two of them become ghosts. ”

Secretary Wang nodded and muttered quietly: "That's right, that's right." But what if they turn into ghosts and lose their minds? ”

Mr. Lu patted me on the shoulder and asked, "Zhao Mang, what are you going to do?" ”

I didn't hesitate at all, and said, "Of course it's buried here." Don't tell my parents about this kind of thing. ”

Mr. Lu said: "Sooner or later, they will have to know. Will I have to come all the way to see you in the cemetery in the future? ”

I said, "When they find out, help me move the grave." As for now, let's hide it for a while if you can. ”

Mr. Lu nodded: "That's fine." ”

Seeing that Xue Qian next to me had already lit the candle and was about to make a phone call again, I had the experience just now, a gust of wind blew over, blew out the candle, and then scattered half of the bowl of millet on the table.

At this moment, Xue Qian was also a little uneasy, he stood up and said loudly: "Lao Zhao, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" ”

I thought to myself, "Even if I have a wish, I can't sue you." ”

Secretary Wang walked over with a disgraced face and said to Xue Qian: "Just now you were about to call, Brother Zhao blew out the lights, these times repeatedly, it is obvious that he doesn't want you to notify his parents." ”

Xue Qian looked at Secretary Wang suspiciously: "Really?" ”

Secretary Wang said: "I feel that Brother Zhao is nearby, so let's ask his opinion." ”

I looked at Mr. Lu and said, "They want to ask my opinion, can they hear me when I speak?" ”

Mr. Lu shook his head and said, "Eighty percent can't hear it, unless it's a dream." ”

The two of us were talking, and Secretary Wang had already proposed a countermeasure, and he said to Xue Qian: "Have you heard of Fu Ping? It's the kind of thing that can attract ghosts and gods to answer. ”

Xue Qian shook her head slowly.

Secretary Wang poured the millet on the table, wiped it evenly, and then handed it to Xue Qian: "Put it in the palm of your hand, don't drop it, and don't hold it hard." Wait a while, let's ask God, if Brother Zhao is nearby, he will come out. He would use this wooden stick to write on millet. ”