Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Scholar in the Portrait
In today's society, I am afraid that this kind of paper figurines can only be seen in rural white affairs, they are regarded as a kind of "sacrifice", burned by the living to the "underground" deceased, in order to achieve the purpose of driving them to serve the deceased underground.
It is precisely because of this that this kind of paper figure can always bring a gloomy and cold feeling to the living, just because it represents the deceased, represents the ominous, represents the most stalwart after the dust returns to the dust, and represents the ending that will eventually turn into ashes.
If you suddenly see a few paper figures floating in front of you at night, it is estimated that even the most courageous person will probably feel a tingling scalp, however, if these two paper figures are holding hands and their eyes will actually turn and take the initiative to look at you, how will you feel?
Weird, extremely weird, Xu Fan floated in the air, looking at the few people who were surrounding his body below, the captain Xi Cheng, Yao Wu and Li Ling, and the two paper figures who looked like Shi Chong and Zhou Yue sitting on the wall of the opposite room.
The two paper figures were looking at Xu Fan together, smiling at him, and the two paper figures "roared" together:
"For what! For what! For what! For what we die, not you! For what! For what! For what! ”
In fact, there was no sound at all, because the mouths of the two paper figures were just painted, and they didn't have real mouths, so naturally they couldn't make real sounds, but at this moment, their roar was so fierce, it seemed to be wrapped in thick resentment and unwillingness.
Living people are afraid of ghosts, because there is a difference between humans and ghosts, in fact, most of them are still out of a kind of fear of the unknown of the special existence of ghosts, and at the moment, Xu Fan is already a ghost, because he can see that his body is below, being guarded by his teammates. And he was floating like a ghost, but his teammates couldn't see him at all.
Just imagine, if you become a ghost yourself, what ghosts will you still be afraid of? Even if it is fear, it is equivalent to the pure fear of being devoured by wild beasts, and this fear is definitely much, much weaker than the fear of the unknown, at least, you will never be frightened to despair. Frightened to complete hysteria.
"For what...... For what...... Death is death, where is there so much nonsense, where is there so much nonsense in this world, go home and eat. Xu Fan also didn't speak, but his words were also conveyed like the two paper figures, and there was undisguised contempt in his tone.
Because, ask yourself. Xu Fan is very afraid of death, but now he is in a state of soul, to a certain extent, although his body is still there. It seems that he is still alive, but he can already be said to be a revenant, and what is the difference between his current situation and death?
But Xu Fan was relatively calm in his heart, after entering the main god space. There have been too many life-and-death crises, and when real death comes, it is natural to fight to the death. But if he died, Xu Fan found that he could see it quite openly, and even Xu Fan himself was a little surprised by his mood at this time, but he didn't expect that he who was originally very afraid of death would be able to be so calm after he really died.
However, this mentality cannot be understood, unless you also die for a while.
An extremely resentful look slowly appeared on the faces of the two paper figures, their bodies slowly floated, screaming at Xu Fan one after another, but they didn't dare to come in, they didn't dare to enter this mansion, and they didn't know if they were afraid of the things in this mansion or Xi Cheng guarding the door of the mansion. This house is indeed very weird and evil, but Xi Cheng is not so easy to provoke, you must know that Lu Dao even the fierce Xi Cheng who has become a spirit has a way to almost make his soul scattered, not to mention the two souls who have just possessed the paper man for inexplicable reasons?
If these two paper figures dared to take the initiative to provoke Xi Cheng, the end would definitely be very miserable, Xi Cheng would never care if they were the souls of the newcomers in his team, if he really cared about these, Ma Gaoyi and Li Manyunnan and others would not have been killed.
At this time, the white light that has been acting on Xu Fan's body has not disappeared, it is this white light that pulls Xu Fan's soul out of his body, and constantly pulls him into the house, and now, Xu Fan has just floated over the blood-red land, at the same time, he suddenly sensed that above the entire Fengmen Village, there seemed to be two consciousnesses, overlooking all this, and one of them gave him an extremely familiar sense of gloom.
"Sure enough, these two guys are not dead yet, Shi Chong and Zhou Yue have really become the so-called substitute ghosts."
As soon as this thought flashed through Xu Fan's heart, he was carried by the white light and floated to the front of the main house of the three houses in the house.
In front of the main house, there are two stone lions, the stone lions of ordinary people should be placed in front of the gate of the village as the items of the town house, and almost no one has ever seen this stone lion put in front of the house behind the yard, but in front of the main house, it is indeed put like this, with the strangeness of the blood-red land before, although these two stone lions appear here to bring people a deep sense of disobedience, but it is nothing.
The white light forced Xu Fan to land slowly, Xu Fan's "feet" were now almost touching the ground, and he slowly floated towards the door of the main house.
At this moment, a purple light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the two stone lions, at this moment, they seemed to come to life, as if they were about to burst out and tear Xu Fan apart, but at the same time, the white light on Xu Fan's body suddenly shot out, shooting into the foreheads of the two stone lions, and the two stone lions instantly quieted down, and the fierce aura that had just erupted on their bodies slowly disappeared, turning into ordinary stone lions.
If Xu Fan was not a soul but a real body at this time, he would have been soaked in cold sweat, just because the power of the tip of the iceberg displayed by those two stone lions was really too powerful.
On the door of the house, there is a door god, but this door god is not the Qin Shu Baowei Chi Gong and the like posted by ordinary people, but a fierce god, and it is a female fierce god, in the painting, this woman is screaming, the cloak is scattered, even if it is an ink painting, but immortal and unfading, the characters are still lifelike, as if they are about to rush out of the painting and tear the person in front of them apart.
Another white light shot out from Xu Fan's body and hit the door of the house, the door was opened, Xu Fan slowly floated in, and when he passed by the door god, he seemed to hear a female ghost's sneer, and for a while, the cold air hit Xu Fan's whole body.
However, except for a few sneers, there was nothing unusual, and when he entered the room, the first thing that attracted Xu Fan was the portrait of the scholar hanging in front of the main house.
The last trace of white light on Xu Fan's body dispersed after entering the room, and then converged into a point again, floating into the eyes of the scholar in the portrait, and the scholar in the portrait became more realistic, and the eyes that were originally painted looked more and more realistic at this time.
Airplanes!
A crisp sound came from the desk in front of the scholar's portrait, and then three books floated up from the table and landed in front of Xu Fan's eyes.
Xu Fan looked at the three books, but found that he couldn't read the words on them at all, and the three books all had big titles written on them, but Xu Fan couldn't see them clearly, like an extremely myopic patient facing a blur in front of him.
The scholar in the portrait seemed to be very angry, his face began to change slowly, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes, and his eyes gradually revealed a kind of disappointment. In the simple layout of the room, a female ghost with a cloak slowly manifested from the beams of the house, she was slowly falling, her long hair seemed to be about to touch Xu Fan's body, her claws flashed with a terrifying coldness, as if she could tear anything apart, and the corners of her mouth were even more upturned, revealing a cold smile that she couldn't wait.
The scholar's mood seemed to affect Xu Fan at this time, Xu Fan suddenly had a feeling, with that sense of urgency, that is, he had to see the words on it clearly, he had to see it clearly!
These three books may be three huge treasures, but at this moment, Xu Fan's desire to win the treasure is not strong, because he has a hunch that if he really can't read the words on it, not only will he not be able to get the treasure in the treasure, but he will immediately have a soul scattered!
Mental power!
Mental power!
Mental power!
Xu Fan began to forcibly urge his spiritual power, he not only wanted to use his own vision to read books, he wanted to use his own spirit to read books, he wanted to do his best to read books!
Gradually, Xu Fan felt that the three books were becoming clearer and clearer in front of him, and he finally saw the titles on the three books.
"Tui Bei Tu", "Qi Men Dun Jia", "Moral Apocryphal Examination".
After reading the names of these three books, Xu Fan felt that his breathing was suffocated, although he did not have the function of breathing now, because he was just a dead soul, but the emotional excitement was beyond words, these three books can only be described in two words, that is: against the sky! And it's the kind of absolute rebellion!
Seeing that Xu Fan could actually see the words on it, a trace of expectation appeared in the eyes of the scholar on the portrait again, and then, his eyes rose slightly, and the female ghost's body, which was about to catch Xu Fan's body with his claws, trembled, and shrank back in an instant, and the female ghost's fear of the scholar in this portrait seemed to have penetrated into his bones.
The surroundings fell into silence again, and outside the house, Xi Cheng once again launched an attack on the blood-colored vines. (To be continued......)
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