"Can you bring up such a thing as an idea?" I asked in amazement.

Master was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, "Let's try..."

I rolled my throat and looked at the picture in the frame again, and it was incredible... Xiao Nan's strong thoughts before she died actually changed her photo, and her eyes tilted to the side... Other than that, there is no other explanation, a normal person takes a photo, either facing the camera, or just taking a sideways face, no face facing the camera, eyes slanted to one side... Looking at the expression on Xiao Nan's face, that smile is clearly smiling at the camera...

Also, this photo is very strange, when I look at it during the day, I don't feel the eyes of this 'Xiao Nan' in it tilted to the side, otherwise I would have found it a long time ago. I don't know if it's because it changes at night, or if it's something else...

I turned my head to look at the window, and my gaze looked through the glass, and fell on the hazy locust tree shrouded in moonlight, with swaying foliage, and this horrible scene came to mind... Before Xiao Nan died, her eyes were facing the window and saw the picture frame on the table, and then, under the domination of her strong thoughts, she seemed to be alive, and her eyes turned little by little, until they met her own gaze... I got goosebumps and didn't dare to think about it anymore...

Master picked up the frame, carefully put it in his bag, and said, "Let's go." ”

After discovering the strangeness of that photo, I felt that there was a breathless sense of depression in this room, as if there was something inexplicable in the air... Anyway, I didn't want to stay any longer, so I quickly followed Master to the outside of this room.

"Master, where are we going? Do you want to get this picture now? Looking into the front yard, I asked in a whisper.

"I can't get it now." Master said, "I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

"Okay," I looked at the locust tree, "It's really weird, since this Xiao Nan was hanged, why is there no 'charcoal' in the soil under the tree?" If you want to say that it was dug up, but we all saw it with our own eyes when the old man was digging the soil, and there was no trace of the soil being dug up... Could it be that this statement about hanging with charcoal is not completely accurate, some have it, some don't, isn't that the master? ”

"No, if you hang normally, there will definitely be, this Xiao Nan doesn't, which means that her death is not normal."

"If we can know what she was thinking before she died, we might know the answer."

"Hmm."

"And what's going on with this old guy?"

This old man is even weirder than the original Boss Wang, if it were changed to my current skills, I could feel that Boss Wang was a dead man from my aura. But this old man doesn't say it's me, even the master can't feel it...

Master's eyebrows locked slightly, and he shook his head, "I can't figure it out either... In short, this old man is the same as the boss Wang at the beginning, he doesn't know that he is dead, he may be very strange, he has no hunger and thirst, he can live without eating or drinking, and he likes and revelsed the smell of burning incense... As for his covetousness of the food you have brought, it is not out of gluttony, but out of nature, of a desire for possessions..."

"Then he doesn't know where he went this night, I think, in the daytime, he should come back, we will wait for him here."

"Nope." Master said, "If he learns that he is dead during the day, he will immediately be gone, and that's why I didn't say anything during the day, we have to look for him at night, this man is greedy, but he is not a heinous person..."

In the middle of the night, looking for a 'living dead' who wandered around nowhere, just thinking about it made my scalp tingle, but this is the Master, no matter what kind of difficulties and dangers exist, as long as there is any way, he will not watch the old eccentric soul fly away. As for that night, Master said to me that if he couldn't get past it, he would break it up, because he couldn't get out, so he was thinking about my safety... Although Master didn't say it, I understood that when I had to choose between the Transcendent Ghost and my safety, Master would choose me...

This old man is not a human, nor is he a ghost, and he can't tell where he went with the Qimen Bureau, and with the Faqimen, like when he was looking for the ghost of the old village chief, the method of standing from the roof and throwing shoes down can't be predicted...

Master and I first rummaged through the old bedroom's bedroom to see if we could find any other 'images' that could be used for divination, in addition to clothes and shoes. Just like when he was looking for the old man Niansheng in Taihang Mountain, it would be easy to do it if there was this old blood, not to mention that his 'body' was still there, even if he was burned to ashes and thrown away, he could find out where the ashes were... Having said that, don't mention the old man Niansheng, he was almost forgotten during this time, everyone may be surprised, in the later period, including when the old man Yang passed his birthday, the old man Niansheng never appeared, where did the old man go? That's the case, after the old man Yang recovered from a stroke, he sent him to the sanatorium, every day like a fairy, delicious food and drink, specially served by someone not to say, like the hospital in Taihangshan County, there was also an old man with dementia in the sanatorium, the two of them chatted nonsense every day, one pointed to Stephen Chow's photo and said**White hair, and the other said, this Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was still quite handsome when he was young... One talks about heaven and one answers, and they can talk all day like this, and they are also drunk...

I was thinking wildly, and after looking for a bedroom with Master, I came to the hall, and I was rummaging through the drawers, when I heard Master say, "Leng'er, come here." ”

I was shocked, and hurriedly walked over, asking, "What's the matter, Master?" ”

"Help me take it."

Master squatted on the ground and handed me the flashlight, and I shone it down, only to see some floating dirt on the ground.

"Master, take the soil from the ground, and then take the soil from the beams, and use it to cast spells like that time, right?"

"No, I suspect that this dirt was brought to the house from the outside..."

Master stretched out his fingers, gently pinched a little dirt, put it under his nose, closed his eyes, and sniffed carefully. After a moment, Master opened his eyes and said, "It's the grave." ”

"Grave soil?"

"Hmm."

"Could it be that the old man went to the graveyard?"

"Let's take a look."

The master started a game on the ground, pointing to the fourth palace of Xun and the seventh palace and said, there are two cemeteries in this village, one is in the southeast (Xun), and the other is in the west (Dui), the stagecoach Linxun Palace falls in the southeast, Ma Initiative, Ma Chong Xun Palace, I think, Lao Biao may be in the cemetery in the southeast, let's go...

This old man was originally in the southernmost part of the village, and out of his house, he came down the slope to a horizontal dirt road, and Master and I first walked east along the dirt road, and the dirt road bypassed a fish pond and turned south. To the south, there are wheat fields on both sides, and in the moonlight, the water vapor of the wheat fields rises, and a layer of light smoke and mist is shrouded in the sky, making the night sky hazy.

"Master, look, there's a graveyard," I pointed to the distance ahead.

When I came to the front, I saw that the cemetery was not very large, because of the shade of the trees close to the cemetery due south, the moonlight was cut and fragmented, and the cemetery was full of dark shadows, and the yellow, yellow, white and white straw paper pressed on the grave was like a dirty turban used to wrap the head.

When I came to the cemetery, I had just taken two steps forward when I saw a person lying upright between the two graves in front of me on my left, and I was so frightened that I stopped at once.

Master made a silent gesture at me, calmly, pulled out the seven-star sword little by little, and walked towards the man with each drop of lightness. I followed closely beside Master, and my heart went up and down...

When I finally came to him, I saw that this person was really an old man, and I saw his appearance clearly through the scattered moonlight, and I was so frightened that my hair stood on end... This old man looks very different from the day, his face is like a layer of ash, no matter how he sleeps, and the facial expression, he looks like a dead man! …

"This..."

I looked at the master, and saw that the master's expression was extremely calm, and his eyes were as bright as if he could shoot electricity, staring at this old man tightly... If it were me, I would definitely use the seven-star sword to poke at this old deviation to test it, but the master didn't, he just stared at this old deviation, looked at it for about a minute or so, and suddenly opened his mouth and whispered...

"Leng'er, stand back."

"Huh?"

I didn't react at once.

Master quickly handed over the Seven Star Sword to his left hand, grabbed my arm with his right hand, and led me backwards.

As soon as he stepped back to the third step, the old man suddenly sat up straight. Suddenly eating such a scare, if it wasn't for the master's hand, I might have fallen. The body trembled, I looked at the old man, the moonlight was dappled, his face was bright and dark, it was quite terrifying, just when I didn't know what he was going to do, the old man slowly opened his eyes, and then, I saw something incredible...

Eye... Old-fashioned eyes... When he first opened it, his eyes were the kind of dead man's eyes with dilated pupils, but then, suddenly, his pupils began to shrink, and then, he had an empty and scattered gaze, and then, just like the lens focusing, the old gaze condensed little by little...

Seeing this strange and extreme scene unfold in front of my eyes, I was so scared that I forgot who I was...

The old man's face is still the face of a dead man, but his eyes have the gaze of a living man, looking at me and Master... For a moment, Lao Bi's lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but his face was still stiff and difficult. After a few more movements, finally, Lao Biao made a voice, "It's you... Why are you here again..."

His voice was like a person walking in the ice and snow, his face frozen, squeezed out between his teeth.

Only then did I come back to my senses, and in the face of such a 'person', my usual eloquence had long since disappeared, and my teeth were clenched. However, as if nothing had happened, the master responded slowly in a very flat tone...

"That's right, it's..."