When I saw the paintings on the bloody wall, my hairs stood on end. A chill rose from his body. Sensing that something was wrong with me, Zu Hang swiped the back of his hand across my cheek: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

I understood what he meant, his fingers were no longer dripping blood, but this scene was familiar to me, it was his reaction to eating a ghost. Even though he used to study Feng Shui, now he is just a ghost. He used the most direct and effective method of being a refined imp to deal with this matter.

I looked at Huang Furong on the side with some panic, how would he react if he knew that his father was eaten by the classmate in front of him?

While we were still chilling, there were exclamations from the courtyard outside, shouting as if something terrible was going to happen. We walked out quickly, and we saw that the shadow wall had basically collapsed. Some red cloth was revealed in the exposed ruins less than half a meter high.

It's not a good thing to find these in the shadow wall. Zu Hang walked over, squatted on the waste stone slag and looked at the red cloth, after thinking about it, he reached out and asked for the worker's hammer to hammer it up slowly, and pulled out the red cloth to see that it was a package.

At that time, there was no cement, and the red cloth was not stained with dirt and dust, and it looked dirty on the outside, but when I opened it inside, it was still very bright red.

I also leaned in. I didn't apply for a job today, and I didn't wear high heels, so it's no problem to squat on those gravel sands. Closer, I could see a rolled yellow talisman wrapped in a red cloth, tied with red thread.

Zu Hang cautiously opened the red line yellow talisman, and there was a small handful of hair inside. The hair is yellowish, it's fine, it feels, uh, child's hair. I watched my hair, and he paid attention to the yellow symbol.

I couldn't understand that kind of talisman, so I just listened to him whisper: "Cen? "Cen? I looked at it, it was a ghost painting talisman, I really couldn't see where the word Cen was

"Huang Furong!" Zu Hang shouted, "Who invited this house to be called the Feng Shui Master of the Shadow Wall?" Where? ”

Huang Furong stood farther away and was named, and the whole person was stunned for a moment before he said, "I don't know." This house was built a long time ago. ”

"Ask your mother."

As a result, Huang Furong's mother would only say one sentence: "Your father is gone." He's gone. ”

There was a pain in my heart, and there were some things that I couldn't say. Zu Hang also frowned slightly, and didn't say anything.

The shadow wall collapsed, and the workers cleaned the gravel. According to the rules, we all ate at Huang Furong's house. At the dinner table, Huang Furong was there to discuss with the workers if he could help paint the wall of the room. The wall looks like this, even if it doesn't live anymore, you can't keep the blood wall forever.

But both workers refused. And said: "If you knew that something would happen today, I wouldn't have helped you do this work no matter how much money I gave just now." I also know that something has just happened to your family, and people from the same village should help more. But we don't paint this wall. ”

Everyone has already said that they are dead, and we can't threaten anything anymore. It's really distressing. The door was closed, and Huang Furong locked it with a lock. When we left, Cen Zuhang told Huang Furong that he would find someone to help paint the wall. Just a few days for him not to think so much.

On the way home, I asked, "Huang Furong's father was eaten by you?" ”

"Well, he's about to turn into a ghost, and if he doesn't deal with it, he will be controlled by the kid on his head, and then their family will be at peace."

"That'...... What's going on with that kid? ”

"It must be the hair in the shadow wall. That hair is the hair of the fetus. ”

I had thought of it before, but I was still shocked. A child's hair, doesn't this show that Mr. Feng Shui is harmful? And that Mr. Feng Shui is still surnamed Cen. What could it be? Cen Zuze? Shum Guoxing?

I asked my own questions. Cen Zuhang said: "I don't know. There were many Cen family members who were active in this area at that time, and it wasn't necessarily the two of them. Maybe it's someone else, but there's a little possibility, it's always time to look into it. ”

What I didn't expect was that the person Zu Hang contacted to paint Huang Furong's wall would be zero. I really can't see that the big boy wearing little monster jeans, buttoned up his waist bag, and wearing a newspaper bun on his head is Mr. Feng Shui, and I can't tell that he can paint the wall.

That was the third time we went to Huang Furong's house, that is, on the third day of the Shadow Wall. When Zu Hang and Zero talked about this, Zero immediately agreed. Watching him paint the wall, I stood in front of the door, still not daring to enter. I asked, "Zero, you can even paint the walls?" ”

"I can also build walls and stoves, drive walk-behind tractors, hook lifts, and play tennis with coffee. I'll have a lot of stuff. Wow, this painting of the spirit baby is really good, it's good to be able to paint like this at such an age. ”

I'm defeated! He didn't feel scared at all.

Huang Furong poured me a glass of boiling water, handed it to me, and said, "Thank you and Qu Tian." I don't know what I would have done without you. ”

"It's all classmates, don't be so polite." I smiled and took the cup. It seems that this matter has passed, and people have relaxed a lot. I didn't expect his next sentence to bring us much danger.

He asked, "What kind of voyage did you call Qu Tian that day?" Oh, Zu Hang? Is Qu Tian's nickname Zu Hang? Qu Zuhang? If you talk about a nickname, Xiaotian is more like a nickname, and Zu Hang is like a big name. ”

"Uh, me, is there a name Zu Hang?" My hands were trembling with nervousness. I thought to myself, it won't be a revealing filling. Hopefully, he'll say he's misheard, and don't delve into it.

But his answer made me even more nervous. He said, "Yes! Your name is Zu Hang! I've called it several times. If it was once or twice, it might have been that I misheard, but you called it so many times that day, how could I be wrong? It's Zu Hang's. ”

I cursed in my heart: We are your saviors, why are we so unforgiving?

"Well, that's right. We...... When I'm at home, I play a lot...... Game. It's just that I read romance novels and interpret the moving plots in the novels with him, so let's ...... Belch...... Interested. This, what, what. It's our boudoir fun anyway. Recently, he happened to cosplay Cen Zuhang. ”

Zero laughed as he brushed the wall, and said, "I'm so interested." I glared at him. What the hell is going on, will he still not know?

Huang Furong blinked suspiciously, and then nodded in understanding.

After that, he walked to the courtyard with the water and sent it to Cen Zuhang, who was looking at the empty position on the shadow wall in the courtyard. I looked at them nervously, hoping that Zu Hang wouldn't be a goof. Otherwise, this matter will really be exposed.

Zero walked up to me and lowered his voice, "Can't you be reliable?" If you are not afraid of an opponent like a wolf, you are afraid of a comrade-in-arms like a pig. Alas, it's not my wife anyway. ”

I felt even more uncomfortable in my heart, and I couldn't hear what Huang Furong said to Zu Hang far away. What if it is revealed? This worry kept me restless all day. All you have to paint is a wall, and you can finish it in one day. When I was eating, I didn't have much appetite, so I put down my chopsticks after a few bites. Huang Furong's mother was much better and asked me what was wrong? Isn't it unaccustomed to eating. I just shook my head and walked out of the living room, standing in the yard looking at the place that had been paved with cement by Zu Hang, biting my lip, feeling uncomfortable.

Behind me, a slightly cool touch grabbed my hand: "What's wrong?" Something wasn't quite right today. ”

I looked at the living room behind me, and they might hear us if they were so close, so I shook my head.

"What the hell is going on?"

I tried to pull out a smile, but it was ugly. "It's fine, I'm just tired."

I guess he saw that I was lying, his face sank, and he said angrily: "I'm tired today, too." With that, he turned and went back into the living room. I let out a long breath, but I didn't know what to do. He must be angry.