The fat man and I did not hesitate at all, and hurried down the mountain.

The matter of the cat fairy is certainly important to me, but it is far less than Mengxue's safety.

At this time, I couldn't help but think of what happened in front of Zhou Yu's tomb that day, Zheng Yang fell for no reason, at first I thought he was deliberately pretending to be pitiful, but now it seems that things are far from being as simple as I imagined.

The night I felt the chilling coldness of the pen fairy. The next day, Zheng Yang, who was obviously a stout-looking man, suddenly became extremely weak, and he fell down as soon as the wind blew.

All this, does it really have anything to do with the pen fairy? But I clearly remember that I didn't see any yin spirits, and the fat man also said that everything was just Zheng Yang's trick. Then why did Meng Xue say on the other end of the phone that it was the pen fairy who killed three people?

It seems that only by returning to the castle can we find the answer and explain the question in our hearts.

After going down the mountain with the fat man, the two of us did not go directly to the ancient castle of Yao Yirong's house, but went to the town to buy cinnabar yellow paper.

Why do you buy yellow paper cinnabar? Naturally, it is to draw a symbol for the fat man. After the yin, for at least one day, I was weak in my hands and feet, and I had no combat effectiveness at all. Now the only thing I can rely on is the fat man.

And the fat man didn't bring any magic weapons with him when he came to travel this time, so we had to draw a spell in advance and prepare in advance.

The fat man drew the charm, handed me a few, and then everyone ran directly to the ancient castle of Yao Yirong's house.

When we arrived at the castle, we pushed the door directly in, but the moment we pushed the door in, the door closed automatically.

The castle immediately became pitch black, and it was already morning, but there were no fingers in the castle. Inside and outside the fort, it is like two worlds, one side is heaven, and the other side is hell.

I followed my memory, groped in the castle, found the red candles placed on the hall, lit one each, and held it in my hand with the fat man.

The faint light of the fire finally restored the sight of the fat man and me a little.

The hall is still the same antique hall as before, without a trace of change. But the fat man and I didn't dare to be careless, all this seemed too strange to us. In the daytime, the castle was dark. Even if the construction is closed, it is impossible to resist all the sunlight.

"Mengxue, Mengxue, where are you, Brother Ying," the fat man shouted directly with his throat open, hoping to get in touch with everyone in the room.

But it was all in vain, and the fat man's yelling was only the echo of the empty hall.

"Let's go, let's go up and have a look." I watched the hall for a long time with the candle in my hand, and then dragged the fat man straight up the stairs.

I have the impression that this castle has five floors, and Mengxue should be on the third floor.

However, when I counted the floors, dragged the fat man to the third floor, and went in to see, the unthinkable happened.

Through the dim light, I actually saw the matchbox placed on the first floor, and the so-called furnishings on the third floor were exactly the same as those on the first floor, the hall and the statue, did not change at all. I remember that there is an old painting hanging on the wall on the third floor, a rectangular table, and a plum-shaped chandelier on the ceiling.

The fat man and I were not reconciled and ran up the stairs again. But walking around, we found that we were still back on the first floor, walking in circles, let alone finding Mengxue and them.

"Haisheng, this is a little wrong" The fat man tugged at my sleeve.

I rolled my eyes, needless to say, even a fool could see that something was wrong.

"Are we going to be hit by a ghost?" The fat man asked again

I nodded, "Possibly, you can try spitting two mouthfuls into the air." ”

If a person falls into the ghost wall, no matter how you walk, no matter how many flights of stairs you climb, you will always stay in place in circles.

The best way to break a wall is to spit in the air. Because saliva contains the essence of the human body and yang energy in it. The old people often say that when walking at night, don't spit on the ground at will, because the saliva contains yang energy. If you spit on the street at night, especially in a grave area, you may spit on the lonely ghosts wandering the streets, and you will hurt them. If they get angry, they will naturally follow you home.

The fat man spat into the air several times in a row, and when I saw that his throat was dry, I quickly stopped him.

"Alright, let's go, shall we?" I stopped him and stepped up the stairs again.

When I got to the third floor, I waved to the back: "Fatty, we shouldn't be ...... anymore now."

Before I finished speaking, my mouth felt like I was stuffed with dog shit, and I was completely choked. Because when I poked my hand behind me, I didn't touch anything. Looking back again, I was almost scared to death, the fat man was gone......

How is this possible?

Obviously, the fat man was still behind me just now, how could he be gone, a fat man of one hundred or dozens of pounds, he will get lost when he walks the stairs, what is this called?

A gust of wind blew down the stairs and blew out the candle in my hand, causing me to stumble two steps backwards and hit the heavy wooden door behind me.

With a squeak, the heavy wooden door behind him automatically opened to both sides.

When I turned to look into the room with a nervous heart, I was stunned.

Bright and dignified, golden lights dot every inch of the room, ancient sandalwood-style old wooden carved chairs, indescribably elegant and chic.

"Jun is like the bright moon, I am like fog, and the fog is hidden in the sky with the moon.

Jun is good at stroking the piano and I am good at dancing, and the end of the song is like a blockage.

Only because of the feeling of Jun a review, it makes me think about Jun Chao and Dusk.

The soul follows you to the end of the world, and the clothes and belts gradually widen without feeling bitter.

Lovesickness, who should sue? I don't know where you are.

Sigh the years are like morning dew, when will you be in the mud nest house?

After the thirty-six rounds of bright moon, you should make a neon dress dance for you"

The indescribable sadness and desolation in the poem involuntarily conjured up the scene of a woman standing under the moonlight and stroking the piano and sighing softly.

I followed the source of the sound and found the owner of the poem.

It was a woman dressed in a play dress, with her back to me, holding a yellowed book in her hand.

Before I heard her voice, my heart was filled with fear and unease. However, after hearing this poem, my heart suddenly calmed down, and I forgot where I was and why this woman was here.

I vaguely remember that she read a poem by Yuefu in the Han Dynasty, but I had never met an emotional reciter like her. I had a strong curiosity in my heart, even though my reason told me that it might be a ghost, but I couldn't help it, and quietly walked up to me and asked, "Who are you, and what is this place?" ”

The owner of the poem turned around and let me see her appearance clearly, this is a very beautiful woman, more beautiful than I have ever seen before, but when she frowns and looks at me, I can't help but feel a little distressed.

I suddenly remembered a poem by Li Bai, the beauty rolled up the beaded curtain, sat deep and frowned. But when I saw the tears wet, I didn't know who I hated. I think that the image of this frowning and resentful woman under the pen and ink of Shixian is nothing more than the one in front of her.

She turned around, frowned at me, and then smiled playfully, "Aren't you afraid of me?" ”

Her voice is pleasant, like a scripture, and it cleanses people's hearts. Even though I don't have mana now and am in an unknown environment, I can't have a trace of fear in my heart.

I shook my head and continued to ask her, "You haven't told me who you are?" How did it end up here? "This is the first time I have become curious about a female ghost, and I began to believe what Uncle Qing Song said, every ghost has an untold story, they are also human beings in their lifetime, and there are also people's joys, sorrows, and sorrows. The first time I saw her, I couldn't help but want to know about this woman's past, this familiar feeling, as if we had known each other before, especially those eyes, the first glance, as if I had seen it somewhere.

She shook her head, her eyes seemed to seep into a long memory, and then, she sighed and said softly: "If you really want to ask who I am, then call me Murong Jiajia, this name was given to me by one of the owners of the house." ”

"Jiajia......" I felt like an electric shock in my heart, and suddenly, a figure surged in my mind, it was my sister, and her name was also Jiajia.

My sister climbed to my bedside to scare me, and later, she put on the master's robe, accompanied me to school every day, and beat off those who bullied me for me.

I remember Master once said that if there is a fate, I will definitely meet my sister again...... Could it be, this is what Master said.

My heart became more and more excited, my heart beat uneasily, and I stared at Murong Jiajia carefully for a long, long time. I wanted to find the shadow of my sister in her, but I stared at her for a long time and didn't find my sister's shadow, but I was awake. I know that my sister has been sent to reincarnate, and she is nothing more than a yin soul similar to my sister, a flower that is so similar in the past and present life.

It's just that Murong Jiajia, who looks like Sister Ji, will be the murderer of Zheng Yang and them? Thinking of this, my heart suddenly tightened, even if this Murong Jiajia is not my sister, I would rather believe that she is the murderer of Zhengyang and them, and I don't want the two of us to become enemies.

The woman in front of me named Murong Jiajia didn't pay attention to me, she just answered my second question by herself.

"I don't know how long I've been here, but I remember waking up and a group of brown-haired and blue-eyed men broke into the house with a strange thing on their backs, and I later learned that the thing they were carrying was called a gun. When they entered the house, they robbed it when they saw it, killed people when they saw them, and almost killed the house with a fire. ”

"Later, there was a group of people in the house, they were old and young, and the owner always liked to play with a copper coin, and the people at that time called it Yuan Datou."

Forehead...... Eight-Nation Alliance, Yuan Shikai? I was taken aback, looking at it this way, Murong Jiajia has really been in this house long enough?

"It's just that they can't see me, and I've spent year after year in this dark room. Spring went and came, the flowers bloomed and bloomed, and the people in the house changed again and again. ”

Then came an old man who loved to draw and write. One day, I inadvertently broke into his dream. After waking up, he painted a picture according to my appearance and named me Murong Jiajia. ”

"And what about later?" I sat down next to her and asked softly.

She smiled and continued, "Later, a young man lived in this house. He wore the same clothes as the brown-haired and blue-eyed people and said the same things. The young man brought a scroll of paintings into the room, but in the paintings, a female ghost who was hungry was sealed. Every night, the female ghost appeared at the young man's side on time. The young man couldn't resist the temptation, and he had fun with the female ghost night and night, and in the end, even the essence was sucked up and turned into a dried corpse. After a few days, another Taoist priest came to this house, and after several struggles, the Taoist priest sacrificed himself and used his soul as a spell to seal the female ghost."

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment before continuing: "A few days ago, you moved in, and a tall boy took down the painting, and he dripped blood on the painting and untied the soul curse of the Taoist priest. The night before, the female ghost had escaped from the painting and entangled the boy to have fun with him. ”

"What do you say? What does the boy look like, and how is he now? I asked anxiously

"He's dead, not only is he dead, but two other men died last night." She bit her lip and whispered: "Then, you and a fat man broke into the house, and you accidentally broke through the Roselle Bagua Array, walked into my room, and saw me." ”

Luoshen Bagua Array, isn't that Cao Zhi's dream lover, who created it during the Three Kingdoms? How can it be spread out in this room?

What exactly is and what is this Nima? I didn't have time to think about what was going on, and now I was even more worried about Mengxue's safety. According to the meaning of Murong Jiajia's words, the female ghost seems to be still absorbing people's essence. Until last night, three people had died, and I don't know if it will continue tonight.

I was in a hurry, threw down the phrase: "I'll come back to you tomorrow", and ran outside.

Murong Jiajia stopped behind her and said, "You can't find her like this, you can only go around in circles." ”

I turned around and asked her, confused, "So how can I find her?" ”

Murong Jiajia pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "When you go out from here, every ten steps you take, you will recite a star mantra. After twenty-eight, you'll be able to find her place. ”

"Oh," I didn't understand, but I subconsciously chose to believe her.

After a few moments, I turned around again, scratched my head, and asked her, "Well, how can I find you again?" Although it was a simple sentence, I didn't know why, and when I asked it, my face turned red.

Murong Jiajia smiled and said, "At the bottom of this house, there is a small copper door, you just need to open it, according to the number of innate gossip, and walk in reverse, you can come to this room again." ”

I fled the room in a panic, and behind me came her giggling laughter, and in the midst of the laughter, I heard two words - idiot.