Xiangdi Immortal stopped the old evil, let me tell me, what the hell is going on?

So I told them about my grandfather's disappearance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

One morning five years ago. When I got up, I opened the door to get ready for business, and found a letter in the corner of the shop. This makes me feel a little strange, because there is a mailbox next to the shop, and most of the letters are in it, and I have the impression that it has never been stuffed under the door of the shop.

So I picked up the letter and found that the envelope in my hand was not the usual one, this envelope was very quaint, and it felt like it had been pressed to the bottom of the box for several years. Then I looked at the handwriting on the envelope, and an indescribable wonder and strangeness filled my chest.

Although I am not proficient in calligraphy and painting, I do know a thing or two. The book style is divided into five categories: line, grass, li, seal, and regular script. However, all the calligraphy and paintings that have passed the hand, the characters on them are nothing more than these five kinds, and it is not difficult to distinguish the calligraphy even for ordinary people.

But I have never seen these two large characters on the envelope. When I first saw it, I immediately thought of the oracle bone inscription, but after careful identification, I dispelled this idea, it is not the same thing at all, this book is written so that it is called a twist, as if the strokes are mixed with a feeling from hell, a bit like a human skeleton spliced together, if you can name it, I think this kind of book can be called "ghost book"! I was tingling and shuddering.

I resisted the strange chill, and after careful examination, I recognized these two words: old weird!

After reading it, I was unconsciously sweating profusely, and an inexplicable discomfort swelled in my heart. At this time, the grandfather who came back from morning exercise entered the shop. Seeing that my face was pale, he hurriedly asked with concern: "Niu'er! You don't have a good face! What's uncomfortable? ”

I picked up the envelope on the counter, struggled as if I was carrying a pile of steel, and said, "Grandpa, this letter..."

Grandpa's sharp gaze fell on my hand, and when he saw the words on the envelope, he frowned and hurriedly snatched the letter. Then he put his hand on my head, and at that moment I felt the world spinning, cold as if I was running naked in Antarctica.

I have been learning skills by my grandfather's side for more than ten years, and I have never seen my grandfather so nervous. Even if it is a priceless treasure in the palm of his hand, in the eyes of his old man, it is just like that, he can twist it with two fingers, and he will never hold it with both hands. But today, my grandfather showed a panic in response to this letter of unknown origin that I had never seen before.

My teeth kept fighting, and I stammered, "Grandpa... Is something wrong... The letter... How do I... So... I'm so cold... Grandpa..."

Grandpa looked at me as he struggled, sweat dripping down his wrinkled forehead. He laboriously carried me into the back room, then quickly closed the door, and then closed the curtains, and the originally bright room suddenly dimmed. Grandpa hunched over and rummaged through a large wooden box in the corner.

At this time, I felt like a popsicle, my blood seemed to be congealing, I blinked my eyelashes with snowdrops, and I saw my grandfather with his back to me rummaging anxiously, and his busy back did not look like an old man who was close to old age at all. Suddenly, I felt a chill that was just floating in my limbs, and suddenly it rushed towards my heart. There was a white blank in front of me, and at this moment, I felt that my grandfather had placed something on my chest. Then the room with the doors and windows closed began to waft with a choking smell of burning paper money.

Gradually, the chill began to dissipate on my body, and I fell asleep groggy...

When I woke up, the sun was half the room, and I knew I had slept for a day and a night. There was a pain in my head, I gritted my teeth and got up, and saw that the house was clean and tidy, and there were faint burns on the ground, and I understood that it was left by the paper money that my grandfather burned yesterday. But suddenly I wondered again: Grandpa never seemed to believe in this! How can paper money be burned? It was only after the headache gradually subsided that I fully regained my memory of yesterday, and I knew it was related to yesterday's letter.

Seeing that my grandfather was not in the shop, I opened the door of the shop, thinking that I would ask what happened when my grandfather returned. And just like that, waited for a day, a month, a year, five years......

My grandfather seemed to be gone, and he never appeared in my life again......

After I finished talking about my grandfather's disappearance, I sighed and asked the earth fairy: "Senior, tell me, my grandfather disappeared after receiving the letter, is Lao Wei my grandfather?" ”

The Ringing Immortal twisted his beard and pondered.

"By the way, senior, you've seen the old man, can you describe his appearance?" I suddenly said excitedly.

Hibiki shook his head and said, "This... The old man has indeed seen the old man... But I have never seen his face..."

"Hibiki senior! You're not scientific! How could it be that you haven't seen it? "Old heresy.

"The old trickster is not only a mystical person, but also a person who, as his name suggests, is very mysterious and weird, and never shows his true face... Cover your face with a red cloth...," said the Hibiki Immortal.

"I didn't expect your grandfather and I to be on the same path, and we both like to take the Spider-Man route." The old evil said with a smile.

I said to him with the look: Get out!

"By the way, senior, you are well-informed, have you seen the weird and evil ghost book style I said?" I asked.

"Hmm... I've just heard what you've said, and I already know what you're talking about, but it's not called a ghost book. ”

"Oh? What's that called? I asked.

"The Soul Book is also."

"Soul Book?" I was amazed by the old evil.

"Yes! This soul book is not something in our Yang world. It is the form of the book used in the underworld. It is mostly used for correspondence between ghosts..."

"That's... Then why is it in my shop... What the? Correspondence between ghosts? You... You mean... My grandfather—" I opened my mouth wide in shock.

"Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry." Xiangdi Immortal waved his hand again and again, "Old decay means that under normal circumstances, if there is communication between ghosts, the soul book can be used as a medium. But there is another situation, that is, when the Yin of the Underworld needs a warlock from the Yang World, it can also be transmitted from the Netherworld to the Yang World with the Soul Book..."

"Oh yo, what the is this courier company that dares to do such a job? I'm convinced! The old evil cried coldly.

"Then why, I have such symptoms of freezing after I come into contact with the soul book?" I asked.

"There are eight colds in hell, and the soul books of Yin Si are all from here, if it weren't for the occult masters, ordinary people who touch the soul books must be disturbed by the cold of the eight cold hells, it is not surprising."

"Then this proves even more that Lao Wei is my grandfather! My grandfather is a treacher! I shouted, "My grandfather snatched the soul book at that time, carried me into the house, and rummaged through the cabinets to save me!" Nothing happened to him! ”

"Hmm... From this point of view, the old man is really the grandfather of Xiaoyou..."Xiangdi Immortal Dao.