The female ghost appeared suddenly, and disappeared suddenly, Wang Xiaohu wanted to chase it, opened the door and looked at the narrow cabin, sighed, turned around and washed his face, and smiled bitterly at himself in the mirror.

How can there be a female ghost on a plane? Wang Xiaohu was very puzzled, if he was not a demon now, he would not be able to pose a threat to him, but he could not pose a threat to him, it did not mean that there was no danger, you must know that this is on the plane, and the existence of the ghost is an unstable factor, in case it is attached to the body of the plane...... Or play some moth, possess someone to wreak havoc, break a window or something......

No matter which one it is, it is Wang Xiaohu's unbearable weight, fuck it, the ghost is not an entity, fluttering, it is easier to jump around, there are many people on the plane, and it can't cause panic, in front of everyone's eyes, do you want Wang Xiaohu to recite a spell and flutter to catch the ghost?

If he really did this, he would have to be arrested by the security guards immediately, and he would definitely make headlines, and then he would be sent back to China, and he Wang Xiaohu would be famous, and he would not see William Lin at all.

The female ghost disappeared quickly, and it was gone after a slip, Wang Xiaohu still had to open the door and get out of the gang, he couldn't chase him out of the gang after slipping away, he was very helpless, he couldn't imagine that he could meet a ghost on a plane for the first time, isn't this unlucky to get home? He grinned and opened his eyes, and as soon as he pushed open the toilet door, the entire cabin was shrouded in a bloody light.

The blood light was dazzling, and Wang Xiaohu blinked his eyes, and an image appeared in front of his eyes, flickering. It's similar to the situation when the TV screen is broken, and the ghost is terrible, but it's actually just that three-plank. Possessed, deceptive, hallucinatory, unlucky......

Such a superficial illusion, Wang Xiaohu couldn't cry or laugh, as long as he concentrated his mind, he could solve it in an instant. He wanted to do the same, but there was no particularly scary picture in front of him, in fact, the picture was very quiet. The blood color is receding little by little, like the opening of a movie, Wang Xiaohu decided to take a look.

The picture changes from virtual to real, and it can be seen that it is a village in ancient times. Not far from the village. A huge porcelain kiln is being lit, an old man in ancient costume with a serious face, leading the people in the village to burn incense and sacrifice, on the altar, there is a little girl of four or five years old who is crying, wearing a satin gown, with pigtails and powder on her face. He was wearing blush, holding a piece of hemp candy in his hand and crying. Shouting for Mom......

Sacrificial kiln! Wang Xiaohu understands what these people are going to do, the potter who burns ceramics uses boys and girls to sacrifice the kiln, which is a bad habit in ancient times, the sacrifice kiln is not every kiln is sacrificed, but this kiln is not fired many times, the potter tries his best to have no effect, so he has to do it, the boys and girls of the kiln are bought, and the poor people can't afford to raise them in the past, and it is common to sell one or two. However, the person who bought it can only say that he bought it as a son or as a child daughter-in-law, and if it is said to be a sacrificial kiln, no matter how poor the family is, he will not sell it.

When the kiln fire was burning, the potter prepared to sacrifice to the kiln, put on new clothes for the child, gave him a handful of candy, and then took the child to the kiln. At the crater of the fire, he stopped, burned some incense and prayed. The child chewed candy and squatted next to him to help. After the potter finished praying, he suddenly stretched out his hand to the child! It was too late, and then it was too fast, and with a push of the palm, the child was planted in the blazing kiln.

Legend has it that the color of the porcelain fired in this way is light green, it is the top grade in the porcelain, but the living sacrifice kiln is really cruel, Wang Xiaohu can't bear to look at it anymore, at this time the picture turns, several strong men open the kiln, carry the female baby to throw it inside, a young woman in plain clothes suddenly rushed up, crying and hugging her daughter, dead or alive, raised her head and pleaded bitterly to the old man who presided over the sacrifice, no matter how several strong men tore, they couldn't pull her hand away.

The old man who sacrificed to the sky looked at the time, was furious, and let several strong men rush up, and threw them into the kiln together with the woman, Wang Xiaohu saw a terrible scene, the fierce fire engulfed the mother and daughter, under the high temperature, the woman's body burned, bursting, but she still held the child in her arms, the flames swallowed everything, and then a resentful breath spread.

Three days later, the porcelain kiln opened, all the porcelain was not completed, only a small pen holder was naturally azure, it is said that the azure porcelain is the color that Song Huizong saw in his dream, and immediately ordered someone to imitate it after waking up.

The pen holder was sent to a large family, the owner of the pen holder is quite fond of the pen holder, and spent a lot of money, but there were soon strange things in the big family, first of all, the goldfish raised in the pond at home all turned white belly and died, and then the old lady of the family was sick, the dog in the front yard, barked day and night, and there was a woman's cry in the study at night, the servant was bold to see, and saw a woman in white holding a child crying, and immediately frightened the head of the rat and told the owner.

The owner felt that it was wrong, and invited a Taoist priest to go home, and the Taoist priest sealed the pen holder with a yellow charm, and told the family to put it in the temple to worship and dissipate grievances, so the pen holder was sent to a dilapidated small temple, but not three days later, a group of robbers ransacked the small temple, did not let go of the pen holder, and sold it to an official eunuch's family.

The poetry and books of the official eunuch family were handed down, and the pen holder was placed in the ancestral hall, and it was always safe until the world changed, and the pen holder flowed into a family and was used as a funeral object, and then it was dug up by tomb robbers, and then the ghost in the pen holder was sealed by a vague person and sent to the plane.

The person who sealed the pen holder was quite sophisticated and skilled, not a dead seal, but a gap, Wang Xiaohu tried very hard to see the appearance of that person, but he couldn't see it clearly, he felt like a man, wearing a baseball cap, covering his face, and wearing airline clothes.

At this point, the picture began to become blurry, and between the hazy and hazy, the illusion receded little by little, Wang Xiaohu saw a woman in ancient costume in plain clothes in front of him, looking at him sadly, with a strange red light flashing on his body, his long hair was scattered behind him, and his ten fingers were as thin as bones.

The woman's face, pale as paper, but with the brilliance of porcelain, was densely covered with cracks, from which bright red blood gushed out, and lowered down her face, rendering her whole body a piece of blood red, and then the woman blessed him, as if she was saluting him, begging for something, and disappeared.

The illusion in front of Wang Xiaohu's eyes flashed by, it seemed that it was a long time, that is, two or three minutes, he stood stupidly at the door of the toilet and did not move, was seen by a flight attendant, walked up curiously, and asked softly: "Sir, may I ask if you need help?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's the first time I'm on a plane, I'm a little scared, take two deep breaths and it's okay......" Wang Xiaohu explained to the flight attendant, and hurriedly returned to his seat, Gao Qi had already returned to his seat, seeing that Wang Xiaohu's face was not good-looking, he hurriedly asked: "Did you accept that terrible ghost?" ”

Wang Xiaohu shook his head, saw Gao Qi coming back alone, and asked, "Where is the little madman?" ”

"I didn't see it, that kid is like a ghost, there are only six or seven people in the first class, I didn't see him, why don't you go and find it?"

Wang Xiaohu doesn't know what the illusion of the little madman is, but he can break the delusion and plant seeds in his own sea of knowledge, which means that the illusion will not be worse than the night, he doesn't want others to see it, others will definitely not see him, Wang Xiaohu is not worried about the little madman, at least he can see it, now he wants to figure out what the female ghost is doing to salute him, and where the pen holder is on the plane.

Wang Xiaohu leaned into Gao Qi's ear and said softly: "I saw a picture...... said before and after, Gao Qi frowned and said: "That's a kiln ghost, very fierce, celadon pen holder, or antique, do you see that it is from that dynasty?" ”

Wang Xiaohu suddenly found that Gao Qi was not as smart as he looked, it didn't matter what the dynasty was, what was important was the pen holder, since the exit review of antiques was so strict, that is to say, the antiques must be in the batch of antiques in the exchange group, Wang Xiaohu and Gao Qi spent a long time talking, just to let her go to set the words of head Liu, to see if there is such a pen holder in the antiques in that batch of exhibitions, if so, deal with it in time.

Wang Xiaohu patiently said his thoughts, Gao Qi understood it, nodded and went to head Gao, Gao Qi left, Wang Xiaohu wanted to find Geng Jianyang to get an idea, looking back, this kid was pale, his eyes were closed, his body was stiff, his eyebrows were wrinkled together, it seemed that he was extremely uncomfortable, Wang Xiaohu sighed, it was really difficult for Geng Jianyang, this kid was dizzy in a car, let alone a plane, the difference of thousands of years is really not something that can be changed in a year or two, Don't look at Geng Jianyang's speech now, he is no longer an ancient text, but he is still a Qin Dynasty man in his bones.

Looking at the house manager again, he drank a glass of whiskey and slept like a dead pig, and Shen Xuan was the same, Wang Xiaohu shook his head helplessly, this matter still has to rely on him and Gao Qi, there is not much effort, Gao Qi came back with an album in his hand, Wang Xiaohu asked: "How is it, do you have to ask something?" ”

"I didn't ask!"

"Didn't ask you what you were doing?"

"No need to ask, the antiques to be exhibited are all in the booklet, let's see if there is a pen holder in the booklet?" Gao Qi spoke, opened the very well-made booklet, there were no particularly precious antiques in it, most of them were things from the Ming and Qing dynasties, and the types were also very miscellaneous, porcelain, jade, swords, utensils...... Something like that, although Wang Xiaohu doesn't use antiques, he can also see that these things together are not worth eighteen million, but the pen holder is not a vulgar thing at first glance, and if there is, it is also the most valuable in it.

The two of them turned from beginning to end, not to mention the azure pen holder that Wang Xiaohu saw, and there was not even anything related to the pen holder, which is strange, if the pen holder is not in this batch of antiques, then where should it be?

Thanks: allen520600 for 100 starting coins. (To be continued......)