As soon as I picked it up, I smelled a pungent stench and quickly threw it aside. Who would have thought that there were a few pens wrapped in this tablecloth, and when they were thrown away, these pens covered in thick dust rolled out and were all over the ground. Xie Ling squatted down and looked at it, and said: This cloth is used to invite pen fairies, it seems that Teacher Zheng is not wrong, Fan Xiong and her classmates did play here back then.

He added: Doing this here is purely looking for death. I don't know if Fan Xiong didn't realize the situation at the time, if she knew in advance and pulled her classmates into the water, this woman was indeed quite poisonous.

The room was air-conditioned, and I asked him what to do next.

I'll try to ask the ghost to show up and see if I can communicate with her. Unlock the bell.

He told me not to move, just stay in the candle array. He took out a lampstand from his bag, it was very small, the whole length was no more than the length of an adult's palm, and there was a pocket lantern on the shelf, which looked the size of grapes, red in color, and quite cute. Xie Ling didn't know how to do it, and he didn't see him light the fire, and the pocket lantern suddenly emitted a dim light, and through the lampshade, it emitted a faint red light.

He took the lantern and took a picture of the four beds in the lower bunk, and when he passed the bed by the door, the flames suddenly blazed brighter, and the red light became stronger. He gestured to me, and I understood that the girl who had hanged herself was dead in this bed.

He placed the small lantern in the corner of the bed, then took out a handful of incense and lit it and fixed it on the bed. The whole bed looked like a small altar, filled with smoke and a hazy glow of Morisen's ghostly atmosphere.

Xie Ling took out a piece of white rice paper from his bag, and after unfolding it, the area was quite large, and he asked me to come over and help, and I grabbed a corner of the rice paper and pasted it all on the bed frame in the middle of the bunk bed. The rice paper shop was spread out, completely covering the lower bunk, like a mosquito net made of paper.

The rice paper is translucent, and through it you can see the faintly lit lantern behind it. The red light is already confused and dim, so that the rice paper is so separated, it seems more blurred, a little red, faint and trembling, like a brush dipped in water and stained. The most dazzling thing is the smoke from the incense, looking at the rice paper, the smoke is like a painting, slowly rising, like a sea of clouds and foggy mountains, rich like a fairy.

I was fascinated by the fact that suddenly the shape of a human figure appeared faintly in the smoke. I was stunned, my neck stiffened, and my eyes stared unblinking.

Jieling stands in front of the rice paper, pinching a burning incense stick with one hand, and this posture of pinching incense is particularly like holding a sword. He kept shaking his hands, and the two long incense sticks danced up and down in smoke.

Strange to say, with his movements, the human figure behind the rice paper seems to be moving one after the other. This figure is like nothing, sometimes large, sometimes small. Xie Ling's expression was extremely serious, but there was a smile on his face.

I'm a little stupid, not to mention, he's also quite charming, and with a hint of seductive charm. I was in a trance for a while, since the spiritual mountain is in front of me, why should I go to worship that holy aunt? Didn't I go down the wrong path and get lost in my mind?

After watching it for a while, I probably saw the pattern, the bell is like an artist dancing a snake, he is teasing ghosts! Forgive me for not being able to describe this situation in any other words, except for a comma that describes his form vividly.

After teasing for a moment, Xie Ling put the double incense in his hand diagonally at the head of the bed, hugged his shoulders and looked at it coldly. The bed behind the rice paper was slightly humanoid, and the figure in the haze had a strange posture, his neck seemed to be on a rope, his whole head drooped in a strange way, and his body looked very stiff.

I exclaimed: Here we are.

Xie Ling waved his hand at me, signaling not to speak. He slowly reached out his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and lightly tapped it on the rice paper. The figure behind the rice paper slowly grew larger, and it looked like the ghost was approaching the rice paper, and slowly, the whole thing was attached to the rice paper. The whole piece of rice paper was blackened by this strange figure.

I didn't blink, I forgot to breathe, and my hands were sweaty. This situation is really terrifying, as if the figure is about to break out of the paper, can such a thin layer of rice paper stop the evil spirit?

Xie Ling closed his eyes slightly, chanted a curse softly in his mouth, and his voice was low, so he couldn't hear what he said. It dawned on me that I was about to see a rare human-ghost exchange. What the hell is the origin of this unraveling bell, and where did he learn this weird skill? In the past, I have seen dramas such as human and ghost wars from film and television dramas and novels, but now what Xie Ling did completely subverted my original cognition.

After a while, Xie Ling slowly retracted his hand, and his face was a little grim. He looked at me and said, "This ghost promised to tell us how Fan Xiong came here, but there was one condition.

It took me a long time to tremble and ask with stiff lips: What conditions?

I want to help her exceed. It doesn't matter where she goes, she just doesn't want to stay in this place where she will die.

I blinked: That's super.

Xie Ling sighed: How can it be so simple, it is a more troublesome thing to overkill the dead, and the situation of this yin spirit is very special.

I asked how special.

He said: Her three souls have lost one soul, and if this soul is not there, she can't surpass it.

Where's the loss? I asked.

Xie Ling looked at the figure behind the rice paper, and said slowly: According to her, the soul she lost was on Fan Xiong.

What the?! I was dumbfounded: what the hell is going on?

Xie Ling said: I don't know. All I can do now is to temporarily possess the rest of this dead girl's soul to me, and then help her find her lost soul, and then overtake her when she is ready.

Are you okay then? I asked, trembling.

Xie Ling said lightly: It's nothing, it's just that I want to support her with the blood of my heart, like Liu Dong.

He said it simply, but I knew that he would have to pay a great price. Looking at his face, I felt a faint pain in my heart, and felt that this person was actually quite good, why did I have the idea that he was a great obstacle? I secretly told myself that no matter what time it is, don't hurt others, especially to Jieling.

At this time, the light was dim, and Xie Ling was so thoughtful that he didn't care about my face. He told me to stand back, to do it. He walked over to the rice paper again, chanted a deep mantra, and slowly stretched out his finger to point at the rice paper.

The black shadow was even stronger, and it was just pasting rice paper just now, and the posture at this time was completely about to break out of the paper. The rice paper slowly puffed out a big bag, which actually took on the shape of a human face, and the facial features were full of black shadows of different shades, and the rice paper seemed to be tightly attached to this face, and it was about to break at any time.

I watched it with a thrill, and it was like a gothic horror movie. Slowly exerting force in the hand of the bell, he actually pierced the rice paper and broke a hole. I was so frightened that I almost cried out, and I saw a black gas snag up my fingers like a thin snake, burrowing into my sleeve and never being seen again.

The black shadow gradually dissipated behind the rice paper, and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the faint burning red light and the faint cloud of incense. Xie Ling's face was as white as paper, clutching his chest, and sitting cross-legged on the ground. I was about to say something, but he waved his hand weakly, then closed his eyes and began to pranayama.

As I stood by, I felt a gust of wind blowing out of thin air in the room, and strangely enough, I seemed to be the only one who felt it, and the candles on the ground were still burning straight up, and I didn't notice it.

I stroked my shoulders and felt the temperature a little low, and at that moment, I felt someone coming in from behind.

My ears straightened up, my hair stood on end, and before I could react, I felt this person wrap his arms around me from behind. This man is so cold, and my veins are so hot. I sensed it was a woman, and she whispered something in my ear: Leilei.

I sighed, lowered my head and looked at Xie Ling's bright head, and I don't know why my mind suddenly moved, now is a good time. He is pranayama and nourishing his pulse, and he has no defense against me, so if you do something to him at this time, you can break down the obstacle and relieve this serious trouble. He would not have found the Holy Aunt, and the Holy Aunt would naturally not be in danger.

When I looked up, I saw a dustpan in the corner, dirty and rusty. My eyes were aimed at the edge of this dustpan, the sharp corners were very dull and thick, not to mention the head of the bell, even the iron sheet could smash a hole.

Naleilei was behind her, hugging me tightly. I carried her on my back and could only walk on tiptoe. I kept facing the bell and carefully moved my feet back to the dustpan. I took a deep breath and felt that it was wrong to do this, but my heart was itchy again, and I felt that I was sorry for Shenggu if I didn't smash it, and I was sorry for Lei Lei if I didn't smash it. At this time, I didn't want the consequences at all, and I thought it would be fun to smash it.

I couldn't resist the temptation, so I slowly squatted down and touched the dustpan with my hands. At this moment, Xie Ling suddenly spoke and called me by name: Luo Dao.

Alas. I hurriedly straightened up.

What are you doing so far, coming behind me? Xie Ling turned his back to me and said.

I wiped my sweat and walked back on tiptoe.

Are your feet okay? He asked.

I laughed: What would happen?

If your feet are fine, why don't you walk with your heels touching the ground?