Fatty, are you sure you don't need to prepare something more? ”

"No, isn't there a charm and a ghost torture stick, you're afraid of wool"

"It's not that I'm afraid, I think it's better to take my order flag as a precaution."

"Don't, your Lingqi is too powerful, a light blow will make the ghost disappear at least."

In the dark night, in the mottled woods, two sneaky black shadows faintly flashed, whispering and talking.

Needless to say, these two dark shadows are me and the fat man. After today's exam, the fat man and I decided to turn back to school and explore this weird studio at night.

The fat man was wearing a Huaguang robe, holding a talisman and a ghost torture stick. And I was wearing a casual talisman, and I also held a talisman and a ghost torture stick in my hand.

There are two kinds of talismans, one is the Guan Sheng Emperor Evil Charm and the other is the Liujia Soul Collecting Talisman. There is also a ghost torturer made of yellow peach paper.

The peach is also the essence of the five, so it can suppress the evil spirit. The ancients believed that peach wood had the effect of removing ghosts and warding off evil spirits, and could suppress a hundred ghosts. Even the earliest door gods were two villains made of peach wood. The ghost torture stick made of peach wood talisman is more powerful than ordinary peach wood, which is one of the commonly used magic weapons in Taoism, and needs to be used with the canopy ghost torture spell.

The Guan Sheng Emperor Evil Killing Talisman and the Ghost Torture Stick are both used in the fighting method, and the last Rokko God Soul Collecting Talisman is used to collect ghosts. Although the steps of the battle plan are clear. But...... I've always felt that this outfit is a bit unreliable

"Fatty, are you sure you can do this?" I don't know why, but I always had a bad feeling in my heart tonight

The fat man pouted: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm here for everything." ”

I...... Can you tell you, is it because of your unreliable factor that I am so worried?

Following the night, the fat man and I cleared the half-human-high weeds and walked to the small downstairs of the studio.

"My sister said it's the third floor here, go up." The fat man looked at the five-story dilapidated building and twisted his waist

"Fatty, wait a minute." Suddenly, I heard a jingling sound coming from the fat man's feet. I broke his foot and picked it up from the spot where he was standing...... A string of small bells.

This string of bells is very small, but very delicate, I have never seen it, and there are actually bells that are purple. To be honest, I don't know why, I've loved bells since I was a child, and I feel very comfortable especially listening to the melodious sound of the bells. Seeing this string of bells now simply makes my eyes light up.

"Leave it in tatters, go up first." The fat man turned around and urged, opened the iron door of the staircase, and walked in first.

I put the bell in my pocket and followed the fat man into the little building.

During the day, we had observed this small building, although it was not very dilapidated, but from the outside, the walls had already shed several layers of skin due to the encroachment of time, and the whole building looked lifeless.

There was no light in the stairs, and I followed the fat man, and with my senses, we walked up the stairs step by step.

Perhaps because of the construction, there was a thumping sound in the empty staircase, which was the sound of our footsteps, but through the refraction of the wall, it seemed to come from the whitish wall and then into the air.

In the haze, I felt a little itchy on my skin, and with my free right hand slashed into the air, I grabbed a handful of sticky things, and although I couldn't see them, I knew it was a spider's web. When I looked up, the ceiling of the staircase was a dull white, and it shimmered in a misty white light in the dark night.

Even without lights, it is not very difficult to walk the distance of three floors.

However, why is my heart constantly filled with a feeling of uneasiness, inexplicable, inexplicable, but this uneasiness is indeed there, and it beats thumping with my breathing. It's not fear, it's an invisible repression.

I once practiced the Lingqi in the mountains full of graves, and I once went to mass graves to look for skulls to refine yin qi, but at that time, my heart had never been so depressed as it was tonight.

No matter how deep the night is, I won't be afraid. But why do I always feel as if there is a pair of eyes staring at me all around me, it is like a cheetah lurking in the jungle, as soon as I show the slightest tiredness, it will not hesitate to rush up and tear me apart.

"Fatty, let's go back." In the hallway, I said to the fat man with a frown.

The fat man looked back at me in surprise and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

I said, "I don't know why, I think it's weird tonight, so I thought we'd better go back and get ready for it." ”

"I'm afraid you're making a fuss, didn't we encounter a night more infiltrating than this when we used to run errands? What's there to be afraid of? The fat man replied without worry, "It's all at the door, let's go in and have a look." ”

While talking, we also came to the studio that Meng Xue said, and the fat man took the lead in pushing the door and walking in.

Even if I hesitated, I had to follow the fat man in.

After entering the studio, the fat man turned on the incandescent lamp in the studio. He sat down on the table with his legs crossed.

"It's not weird, why can't I feel a little yin." The fat man sat cross-legged, took an apple out of his pocket, wiped it twice, and put it in his mouth.

I shook my head speechlessly, this foodie, no matter what time I don't forget to bring food.

The studio is not large, only about 50 square meters. There were a few desks scattered in the empty classroom, perhaps it had been a long time, and the lectern and many of the tables were already covered with dust.

At the back of the studio, there are still some works of past students, sealed with oiled paper and covered with dust.

The only thing that made the whole classroom feel clean was the purple desk and chair in the middle of the classroom, the same color as the bell, and it looked like someone should have been there not long ago.

That person must be Mengxue.

Outside the corridor, the darker the moonlight, the more uneasy my heart became. I don't know why, as a disciple of Yinshan who is most familiar with ghosts, I can't feel the slightest ghost aura. When it comes to spiritual awareness, my Yinshan Sect is the most sensitive to these things. However, after sitting here for more than an hour, not to mention any yin spirit, there is no yin qi.

I walked to the blackboard, and looked at the shiny black wall, which was the same as the blackboard in an ordinary classroom, and there was nothing special about this blackboard, but Mengxue actually said that she had seen a bird without feet on the blackboard in this studio the night before.

"Could it be that my steps are wrong?"

I frowned, wondering if I had missed a single detail.

According to Mengxue, the blood-colored bird and the long-haired woman only appeared when she was drawing. In this way, it is very likely that all this strange phenomenon only occurs when painting.

It is difficult that you have to paint before this female ghost will appear.

For this reason, it is not surprising that some ghosts wandering in a certain area of the yang world will always remember their favorite things in front of them. Or a scene when he was dying. If this image is repeated, it may touch his memories and lead him to appear.

I've heard a story like this. In ancient times, there was a scholar who loved books and studied books in a ruined temple, and later, he contracted the wind and cold and died in this ruined temple. As he lay dying, he still held a book in his hand and was in a posture of careful study.

Since then, when anyone passes by this ruined temple and reads at night in the place where the scholar reads before he dies, there will always be a chilling reading sound in the ruined temple.

This is the obsession of the unjust soul, but this situation is the exception of the exception, and in a hundred cases, there may not be such a one.

Generally speaking, the Yin does not go to the prison for no reason, even if you live in a place where the Yin Soul used to live before it was born. But as long as you don't provoke him, the two will be fine. However, if you touch his things, or accidentally put the bed in the position where he was wrongfully killed, and press him, then it is not surprising that he shows up to you.

There is another exception, which is the first one mentioned above. Doing the same thing, it evokes the ghost's memories of the past before his death. However, this is rare. Unless it's some bookworm, a painting nerd, who still retains a fanaticism for these things after death.

So this unjust soul wandering in the studio, will it be a painting idiot?

While thinking like this, I walked to Mengxue's position and opened the drawing board. In our school, the chairs and tables are balanced. The man sat on it and put the drawing board in it.

I opened the drawing board, took out my colored pencils, and prepared to paint.

To be honest, my level of drawing is very scummy, and the only thing I can draw is ducks. And it's also because of those folk songs that circulated in childhood.

There is a folk song that looks like this, "My mother taught me to write 2 characters, and I almost her off when I took the "egg" exam, and my mother picked up a stick and beat me "three times", and I fled from the back of the house to the door. "2 words, eggs, three strokes, the last stroke from the tail back to the duck's mouth, a duck, thoroughly formed. It's a bit nondescript, but relatively speaking, I'm quite satisfied.

"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death, why is this duck's beak so sharp, I look horizontally and vertically, why do I feel that this is a duck with a chicken beak." The fat man bit half of the apple and laughed without any image.

I blushed, quickly tore open the drawing paper, and glared at him viciously: "You are so powerful, you come to paint." ”

The fat man smiled and said, "Don't talk about this, why did you say that after so long, the little bird and the woman still haven't appeared." ”

Little Bird and Woman ...... Why is it that when the originally eerie scene is said in the mouth of a fat man, I can't help but want to be crooked...... Whether it's because I'm not pure, or because the fat man is too obscene, anything that comes out of his mouth seems to have changed its taste.

"How do I know, I'm not that bird, it's useless for you to ask me." I gave him a blank look and said depressedly.

The fat man raised his eyebrows and leaned over, but why was the expression so obscene, and his eyebrows kept shaking

"Haisheng, there's no one in the middle of the night, let's blow it."

I rub, blow...... Blow your sister.