Wang Xue simply packed up her things, everyone looked at Xiao Ming and no one spoke, everyone had something on their minds, but it was more of a panic, a panic about the unknown.

Zhao Yan wanted to find a topic to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his mouth, so he opened it twice and closed it again. The raindrops hit the window lattice, and there were countless splashes, and there was only the sound of "whoosh, whoosh" rain and the breathing of a few people. Through the curtains, Zhao Yan always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching him outside, and he shivered, he didn't know why he had this idea, and just wanted to ask Xiao Ming what to prepare, but in a blink of an eye, Xiao Ming had already started to take out things from the yellow bag.

first took out a stack of yellow paper with a lot of symbols drawn on it, took out a match and then asked Wang Xue to bring a bowl, scooped up half a bowl of water from the water tank, and then lit the yellow paper on it, and the ashes fell into the bowl, and then called Zhao Yan to let him go out and sprinkle this water around the house, Zhao Yan looked at Xiao Ming very puzzled, Xiao Ming didn't sell it, and whispered: "I chose this place because the yin is very heavy here, so it's easy to invite ghosts, but it's easy to attract everything, so we must take precautions first, just like a house, we have to clean it first, Only then can you invite ghosts, which is also a measure of self-protection. After that, he started to get something else.

Zhao Yan nodded and walked out, just about to open the door and let Xiao Ming stop, and handed over a willow branch: "Use this to dip it little by little." This Zhao Yan understood that as the saying goes, wicker beats ghosts, and the legend is that the merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva is holding a willow branch in his hand, Zhao Yan didn't say much, turned around and went out.

The rain outside was still so heavy and pitch black, Zhao Yan somehow always felt that someone was following him, his whole body was a little chilly, and he had goosebumps on his body, he first sprinkled some water around the house according to what Xiao Ming said, and then dusted the yard again.

Perhaps fearing that he would soon finish his work, he was about to enter the house when suddenly he saw a figure on the roof, and as he looked closely, the shadow disappeared.

Perhaps it was because he was dazzled, he comforted himself and turned and went into the house.

Xiao Ming prepared the panel, and laid a layer of white noodles on the top, pressing it very solidly like a piece of white paper, pressing a needle at the bottom of the basket, and the three children sat at the table, with a white candle in front of each one, Xiao Ming stood in the corner, how strange and strange this face was.

Xiao Ming saw him come in and asked, "Is it all ready?" ”

Zhao Yan didn't reply, just nodded. "Then you sit on the stool." After speaking, he pointed to the empty space facing the window. Then he walked to the window and opened the curtain with a "swish", and several people's eyes looked at it at once, not knowing why the curtain was opened, Wang Xue's face was a little pale in an instant, probably remembering the face in front of the window.

"Don't be afraid, if you block the curtains, you won't necessarily succeed, you guys remember what I said, no matter what happens in a while, don't panic, and don't end this game halfway, otherwise the gods won't be able to kill you." Xiao Ming said very formally, and finally took out a very long red rope, squatted down and circled the stool we were sitting on, then stood up and said: "Don't worry, as long as you don't go out of this circle, your soul can't be lost, and anything that happens can still be saved."

The more he said this, the more nervous several people became, and everyone was sweating slightly.

Xiao Ming looked up at his watch, it was exactly nine o'clock: "Now light all the candles in front of you." A few people followed the "snap", he turned off the light, the room suddenly became a little erratic, it was raining outside, Zhao Yan was facing the window, by the light of the candle he clearly saw the shadows of several people reflected in the window, Xiao Ming stood in the dim corner, adding to the ghostly atmosphere.

"Let's get started!" After speaking, he also lit a handful of incense, the bean-sized light was on his chest, and he held the incense with both hands in a posture like an arch, and then he didn't speak.

A few people, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do, Zhao Yan looked at it and picked up the basket on the table, and then several people also put their hands below, and the four people held up this small basket like a dragonfly, but several people seemed to be holding up this thing with a thousand gold, the hands of the two girls were trembling all the time, Zhao Yan was also very scared, but he could only pretend to be calm, he knew that if he was a little afraid at this time, then a few children might really faint.

He looked around, and then slowly recited the sentence that Xiao Ming taught him: "Basket Immortal, Basket Immortal, come quickly, please draw a circle when you come." "Maybe I was really nervous, and the voice I read in my hoarse voice was like the sound of a child scratching the bottom of a bowl with a spoon.

After reading it a few times, there was no reaction, until his wrist was a little sore, he squinted and looked at Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming stood in the corner and didn't move, the room was too dim, I couldn't see his expression, and I didn't dare to ask anything, so I had to stubbornly read it again, and as time went by, after a while, I slowly let go of my heart a little, "Maybe that ghost happened to have something to do today, maybe that ghost was in a bad mood today and didn't come." Just when he was thinking about it, suddenly he felt that the basket in his hand first sank, as if something had pressed it, and then the basket obviously became very heavy, several people were startled, and their faces showed panic, Han Jiying was a little trembling, and his teeth were knocking down, as if it was frozen in winter.

Zhao Yan didn't dare to stop, his voice was obviously trembling, and he continued to read.

The basket moved slowly, and the tip of the needle rubbed against the panel, like someone scratching the door with their fingernails. Slowly drew a circle on the table that seemed to be drawn with a compass, Zhao Yan was stunned at the time, this is incredible, let alone four people together, even one person can't draw such a circle without things.

"Is there really a ghost?" thought of this, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. Suddenly, he felt something outside the window attracting him, as if someone was looking at you while walking down the road and would inadvertently feel it. Zhao Yan looked at the window violently, it was pitch black outside, but the reflection of the window flickered with four candles, and there was an outline of a figure next to each candlelight, and there was a bright spot on the side that was Xiao Ming's incense, but just below Zhao Yan's shadow, he saw a miserable white slender hand glowing with a faint white light, and in the middle of them was also holding a basket, it was a pair of women's hands, and even red nails could be seen, Zhao Yan's heart was instantly entangled, At this moment, he saw the silhouette of a person on the side of Wang Xue's shadow on the window, which became clearer and clearer, it was a boy wearing a white shirt, his lower body was not clear, his pale face was not a little bloody, slowly Zhao Yan suddenly had a general feeling, that shadow was himself, he felt that the shadow turned his head little by little, and then looked at Zhao Yan, oh my God, that face was too familiar to him, at this time it was like looking in the mirror, but there were two themselves in the mirror, one of them would move, all this was too weird.

Suddenly, Zhao Yan felt that his head was buzzing and he didn't know anything, he seemed to have come to another world, surrounded by darkness, sticky to his body like a black liquid, he struggled to move but couldn't, and then a girl's voice came over, "Teacher Xin, wake up."

Zhao Yan slowly opened his eyes.