As the first candle went out, it was followed by another clockwise extinguishment, then another ...... More:. I took a deep breath and clearly sensed something slowly walking into the candle array. The destination is me.

My whole body was tight, and my sweat 'hairs' stood on end, and it was a terrible feeling, like walking in a dark place where there was no light, knowing that something was coveting me in the dark, but I couldn't see it, like walking a tightrope blindfolded.

When the fourth candle is extinguished, it suddenly can't be extinguished, and although the fifth candle is 'chaotic' and will be extinguished at any time, it will not be extinguished. Xie Ling stopped the wooden fish and watched with me in disbelief. He 'touched' his bald head and muttered softly, "What's going on?" ”

I was looking forward to the abort. I don't have to be ghosted. But it's always dragged like this, and it can't solve the problem, my sister is tortured so much that I don't look like a person, and I look at the blood dripping from my heart. It's a contradiction.

The atmosphere was a little depressing, and I said softly, "You said that blind man has three souls. One soul is in this room, another soul is attached to my sister, and another soul is gone? ”

Xie Ling was contemplating his eyebrows and thinking, "Hmm": "It's the main soul that has no trace." It is said that after death, the main soul should go to the 'Yin' Cao Difu to report, but I asked. There is no blind man's main soul in the underworld. ”

I was terrified: "Who can I ask for this kind of thing?" ”

"Bull head and horse noodles." Xie Ling said lightly.

I was completely speechless. If you don't know him, you can definitely be regarded as a 'spirit' schizophrenia, and the whole mouth is full of nonsense, scaring people to death.

"What caused the disappearance of the main soul?" I asked.

Xie Ling was absent-minded, and said casually: "There are many reasons, there are many evil arts that can retain people's souls after death, such as the soul refining ...... in Southeast Asia" As soon as he said this, he seemed to see something, and couldn't help but "huh".

My heart hung in the air, and I quickly asked what was wrong. Free novel download txt ebook

Xie Ling stood behind me, unable to see what he was doing, and one of his hands suddenly grabbed my neck, and I was about to writhe when I felt warm fingers run through my skin. Then came his laughter: "The talisman I drew for you has faded, I said, I see." Take off your necklace. ”

I trembled and 'touched' the pendant in front of my chest. Only then did I remember that Xie Ling had given me a 'jade' pendant necklace carved in the shape of Fei Changfang, and said that this thing warded off evil spirits.

I hurriedly took it off and smiled: "My brain is finished, you wear it, how can those ghost things get on you?" Just pick it up, give it to me. ”

I trembled and handed him back the 'jade' pendant, and the only bit of courage left in my heart disappeared, and I smiled bitterly: "It's okay this time?" "Xie Ling said, absolutely no problem. I hesitated: "I mean, I'm okay with being possessed, right?" ”

Xie Ling smiled: "Don't be afraid, it's not the main soul that comes to you, besides, with me, what are you afraid of." But you have to remember that no matter what you see and what you experience for a while, you must not be surprised. ”

He took a lighter to relight a few candles that had been extinguished, dipped his 'hair' pen in cinnabar, and drew a talisman on the back of my neck, and 'groaned' while drawing: "Ignore it? He said ...... "His tone was calm and low, and my manic and frightened heart gradually eased.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and the sound of the wooden fish unraveling the bell was in my ears, and my mind was 'messy', and I didn't know what to think. At this time, if you are cold, you feel like you have fallen into an ice cave, the cold is intimidating, and the cold is unbearable, as if wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt to a bitter cold place in the ice and snow. I couldn't help but shiver and gasp for breath, probably already in the air. I have never experienced this kind of cold, it is a kind of dry cold without wind, revealing the 'yin' cold air, cold to the point of condensation like substance, wrapped around the body like cold water.

I slowly opened my eyes, and for a moment I didn't adjust to what I was seeing. txt full text download giant page old brother.

This qiē appeared without warning, and it was very different from what he had heard and seen before the practice, and his brain could not draw this crutch at all.

What appeared in front of me was actually a book spread out.

The distance is so close that the eyes are almost attached to the writing, and the words and pictures on the book are all distorted and distorted when they are reflected in the eyes, and the eyes cannot focus at all, and what they see is a blurry piece.

Seeing things like this forces the eyes to focus, which is very, very tiring, and can easily cause vertigo. I looked at it for a while, and I didn't know why, and I felt my brain jumping, and there were bursts of 'flowers' in front of my eyes.

Actually, what scares me the most is, what is this place? What is the scenario? I have no idea, I can't figure out why I'm here, reading such a book.

After a while, the distance between the writing and my eyes gradually widened, and my mind moved, and I immediately realized what was going on.

At this time, I can't control my own behavior, I can only passively follow the movement of the owner of my eyes, this situation is a bit like a dream, I have already fallen into a dream. You can't control the behavior of the person in your dream, and you can only passively follow him from a first-person perspective.

When the man looked up, I could see the whole scene. The cramped room, the walls are full of stains, a 'bed' is 'messy', the curtains are half drawn on the window, and it is just dark outside. My heart was pounding, I almost screamed, damn it, isn't this the room of the blind?

Have I fallen into the dream of a blind man? Now this person is the blind man in life?

This kind of first-person perspective is so limited that I will never be able to see myself without looking in the mirror. Whether it is blind or not can only be guessed out of thin air. In front of me is still the old-fashioned high and low cabinet, this kind of cabinet is rare now, by a high and a low two parts of the combination, the low cabinet sits down and the height of the person, can also be used as a writing desk.

The place where the man was reading was on this low cupboard. I looked around, and there was a pile of garbage on it, a plastic bag of newspapers in the lunch box, and a few salted fish in the lunch box that had not been eaten. At this moment, I can only look at it and have no other physical sensations, and the smell in the house is not too good.

In this pile of rubbish, a fairly clean area was cleared. In this area, there are books spread out, and next to them is a small white 'medicine' bottle and a pair of worn-out brown 'color' wide-brimmed sunglasses. What surprised me the most, and what frustrated me the most, was a printed photograph next to the book, and the subject of the photo was a young 'girl', who was none other than my sister Luo Xiaomi.

My heart suddenly cooled, and sure enough, I let Xie Ling say that someone was dealing with our family in the special 'door', and my sister's evil was not a random incident, but was targeted.

I also secretly wondered in my heart, when this person was reading a book just now, he was very close, almost lying on the table, if this person was the blind man at this time, he should not be completely blind, he still has a certain sensitivity, at least he can read.

I looked at the book, it was very thin, the paper was yellowed, and it looked very old. If it is said to be a book, it should actually be regarded as an excerpt. To put it bluntly, it is a very large piece of paper, which can be folded into several pages according to the scale, which can be combined into a miniature book, or it can be spread out all to see the whole picture.

There are words and pictures in the book, the text is written vertically, very beautiful "Mao" pen words, dragon flying phoenix dance, pen structure "fine" strange, although I don't know calligraphy, but I can also see that these "Mao" pen words are picturesque, must be from everyone's hands. The accompanying pictures are even more treacherous. The light in the room is too dim, the paper is yellow and 'yin', and the eyes can't see the 'flowers', and they can't see what the whole picture is.

As far as I can observe, the painting seems to be a group of palaces, with carved beams and painted beams on the eaves and roofs, clouds and mist are continuous, all the pavilions and pavilions are half hidden and half visible, not far away a big river 'waves' and 'waves' rolling, and there are countless wooden boats like ants moving forward in the river water. The style of the whole painting is an ancient brush and ink landscape, with a few brushstrokes, outlining the atmosphere of the forest.

Looking at those lonely boats, I don't know why, I suddenly remembered the Journey to the West comic book I saw when I was a child, and there was a time when the four masters and apprentices arrived at Lingshan and wanted to cross a big river, at this time a bottomless wooden boat floated in, and the four got on the boat, and halfway through, Tang Seng suddenly saw a dead body floating on the river. It was none other than himself.

Sun Wukong said, this is the mortal body 'flesh' that you washed after being reborn, and you have become a Buddha.

This story is a bit 'gloomy' to say, and I also feel this way when I look at the painting of this river. Although it is not clear what the blind man is reading this book for, the atmosphere in the whole room has an indescribable 'yin' evil and weirdness.

At this moment, the man stood up from his chair, and my eyes were firmly fixed on his pacing feet, and I could feel that he was anxious and hesitant, not knowing what to do.

His steps suddenly quickened, and it seemed that he had made a decision. He walked to the table in a few steps, picked up the ancient book spread out on the table, and actually lit a corner with a lighter and burned it. The flames flew straight away, from small to large, and frantically devoured the pages.

When he was about to burn his fingers, he threw it away, and the entire ancient book was burned, turning into countless black 'colored' butterflies and flying away. He opened the window, and a gust of wind blew in, blowing away all the black 'colored' ashes.

He picked up the photo of my sister Luo Xiaomi, looked at it in front of him, and burned it. Finally, he picked up the small white 'medicine' bottle, slowly twisted the cap, and poured out a round thing from it.

I can't tell what it is, it's about the size of a steel ball, and it's wrapped in a layer of yellow paper, on which you can vaguely see strange lines drawn with a red pen. The man didn't open the yellow paper package on the outside, put the whole ball in his mouth, paused for a moment, his mouth slowly squirmed, and swallowed the thing.

He sat quietly on the 'bed' for a moment, took out a thick rope from the bottom of the 'bed', and dragged a chair under the 'door' frame. He walked over to the cabinet and turned on an old-fashioned tape recorder, which was filled with the sound of drums. He walked to the 'door' frame, stepped on the chair and stood up, slowly winding the rope, and could feel that he was in a calm mood, without any panic of dying.

To the sound of drums similar to country folk music, he slowly stretched his neck into the noose.

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