Chapter 875: Where the Ghost Is
The female ghost came out of Lao Wang's house, which surprised us. As the saying goes, day and night, house thieves are difficult to prevent. Now it's a day and a night. It's hard to prevent ghosts.
But Xue Qian said: "This female ghost doesn't necessarily live in the courtyard, maybe she climbed over the wall to get in first." Then I took the bowl out. And we kept an eye on the gate, so we didn't see her go in. ”
I shook my head: "If she really climbed over the wall to get in." Then you should go over the wall. Lao Wang was blocking the gate, there was no need for her to take this risk. ”
Xue Qian said again: "Is there something wrong with this house?" I think the house is old and old, and there may be something dirty hidden in it. And the old man was babbling all day long asking for food. This was heard by the imp inside, so it came out like this. "Every year.
I nodded and said, "I have a chance." ”
I turned my head and asked Lao Wang, "When did the old man have an abnormality?" ”
Lao Wang thought for a while and said, "Half a year ago. We weren't here at that time. Leftovers began to appear inexplicably in his room. So I guess. It's not the house's problem. ”
Xue Qian said: "Half a year? Haven't you caught a female ghost for so long? ”
Lao Wang smiled bitterly and said, "In the past six months, I don't know how many masters have been invited, but none of these masters are genuine. Each time, he put incense candles on the table and waved them with a peachwood sword. Their posture was imposing, and their incantations were fluent, but they were of no use. How should the old man be or how is it? ”
"Most of these masters are one-shot deals, take the money and run away. There are a few who don't run. I caught them and beat them, and they all admitted it, saying that they didn't know anything, and that some of these Taoist techniques were made up nonsense, and some were hearsay. Some people worship their masters, but their masters also live by abducting and deceiving them. ”
I saw Lao Wang talking about these things helplessly, and I couldn't help but want to laugh.
Lao Wang said: "The most difficult thing is that these things have to be hidden from the old man, if he finds out, I will ask Taoist priests everywhere." It's going to be a big fuss. ”
When I heard this, I said with some embarrassment: "Let's hunt ghosts and subdue demons, and we are most afraid of encountering this kind of thing." You hunt ghosts in front, and the bitter master dismantles the stage in the back. It is very difficult to do it if you can't use your hands and feet. ”
Lao Wang arched his hand to the two of us: "Two gentlemen, you have been affected, and after you have done it, you will be thanked." I can also see today that the two of you are different from those Taoist priests. You don't have all that flashy stuff. Ghost hunting is real. ”
I thought to myself, "I'd like to have that flashy thing, but I won't." ”
I said to Lao Wang, "You go back and take care of the old man first." Xue Qian and I followed to see the situation. ”
Lao Wang agreed, and walked into the courtyard. And Xue Qian and I followed behind the female ghost from a distance.
The female ghost is dressed in white, which is particularly conspicuous in the night. The two of us saw her walking and stopping, apparently begging for food.
Xue Qian whispered: "Lao Zhao, have you heard the story of the snail girl?" ”
I said, "What are you going to do?" In the middle of the night, while stalking female ghosts, do you tell me fairy tales? ”
Xue Qian said: "I heard that this snail girl is very magical. Both gentle and capable. You're out there for a busy day. When I returned, I found that the house had been cleaned and the meal had been prepared. And you don't know where she is yet. It's like pie in the sky, like getting a strong laborer who doesn't need money for no reason. ”
I pointed to the female ghost in front of me and said, "You mean, this female ghost is a character like a snail girl?" ”
Xue Qian nodded: "Yes, I feel that this female ghost doesn't seem to have any malice." Maybe he just wanted to take care of the old man. ”
I smiled and said, "The snail girl helps the man with housework and cooking, and the housework is well organized. But if you look at this female ghost again, the way she takes care of people is to help the old man ask for food. Ghosts are ghosts, and even if they want to be good to you, you feel very panicked. ”
Xue Qian said: "Lao Zhao, you are still too narrow-minded, and the boundary between humans and ghosts in your heart is too clear. There is one thing you should not forget, when the old man did not make a fortune before, he was a begging for food, and the female ghost wanted to help him, but didn't she just help him ask for food? Can't you still help him clean up the housework? If you want to eat, you can't have a home. ”
I nodded and said, "You seem to be right when you say that." ”
This night, the female ghost was no different from before, and after asking for a bowl of rice, she began to turn back.
Maybe it's because her face is very beautiful, and it's very smooth to ask for dinner this night.
Xue Qian and I followed her back to Lao Wang's house, and watched her enter the door with a bowl in her hand.
The two of us hesitated for a moment and followed.
The female ghost is familiar with the way, and without hesitation, she pushed open a door and walked in. It seems that she does live here, and she knows everything in this courtyard.
A few minutes later, the lights inside the house were turned on. This was followed by the voices of two people. The two seem to be arguing about something. But the debate didn't last long before it stopped.
Then I saw Lao Wang come out of the house.
He saw me and Xue Qian in the courtyard, and sighed heavily: "I didn't know what was going on just now, I was very energetic, but suddenly I started to get sleepy." Then I fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw the bowl lying on the table, and there was leftover food in it. I wanted to dump this thing and accidentally woke up the old man. ”
I nodded and said, "The female ghost went inside the house, and she hasn't come out yet." Let's go in and maybe find her hiding place. ”
I handed over the big knife to Xue Qian and asked him to guard the gate. With that big knife, the imp can't get out.
I went to the old man's bedroom and sat cross-legged on the floor.
The old man was gobbling up leftovers with his rice bowl, and when he turned his head and found a stranger in the room, he was immediately shocked and exclaimed, "Who are you?" What are you doing here? ”
I raised my head, smiled at him, and said, "Old man, don't panic, we've seen each other during the day." ”
The old man hesitated for two seconds, but finally recognized me, he pointed at me and said, "I remember, you are the young man who eats noodles, why did you come to my house?" ”
I thought to myself: If I sue you that I have come to hunt ghosts, you will probably have to kick me out immediately.
So I laughed and said, "I'm friends with your son." I came to visit the old man. ”
The old man looked at me suspiciously, and said, "Your posture of visiting is really a bit special. ”
Instead of chatting with the old man again, I sat cross-legged on the floor, closing my eyes and carefully feeling the breath around me, every nook and cranny of the earth. From the roof to the floor, from under the bed to the cupboard.
I searched carefully, but I found no trace of the ghost.
When I opened my eyes, I found that the old man was carefully wiping his white porcelain bowl again. I snatched the bowl and studied it carefully. I want to see some clues from this.
The old man jumped to his feet in a hurry, and it seemed that he wanted to take the bowl back, but he was worried that he would break it in the process. He began to persuade him with kind words: "Young man, can you give me back the bowl?" ”
I don't speak, I just study it. There is a red seal on the bottom of the white porcelain bowl. I guess it was painted when it was first fired. It's just that those words are a little sloppy, and I don't recognize what they are. I'm not a study of antiques, but I can guess by feeling that this bowl should be worth a lot of money.
The old man began to threaten me again: "If you don't give it to me, I'll have to kill you." ”
I turned a deaf ear to this, and began to study the apple tree on top of the white porcelain bowl. I finally understood why Xue Qian could recognize it as an apple tree at a glance.
Because the tree is so realistic. The porcelain is outlined with a paintbrush, or landscapes or figures, and the pursuit is artistic conception, not realism. But this apple tree is different, it is simply delicate.
I held the bowl and said to the old man with a smile, "Old man, let me ask you a few questions. If you don't sue me, I'll let go. ”