After saying this, Xie Ling looked at Xu Dazhi: "Brother Dazhi, I won't force you to do anything." You have to be willing to do this. ”

Xu Dazhi thought for a while and asked, "Is there any danger?" ”

Xie Ling was very serious: "There will definitely be danger. It's a ghost, not going out to buy breakfast. But I will do my best to keep you safe and safe. ”

Xu Dazhi was very entangled in his heart, the gloomy atmosphere here really scared him, and he couldn't leave now. But there was a knot in his heart that couldn't be unsolvable, that is, the three long and two short deadly incense that he had just burned. This thing is a joke, but it makes people feel grass in their hearts, and they feel uncomfortable thinking about it.

Maybe you can solve this problem by going on a ghost and negotiating with Xu Tong?

"Okay." Xu Dazhi said.

The two entered the house, and Jieling took out a yellow curtain and spread it on the ground. The cloth is painted with patterns of gossip with cinnabar. He asked Xu Dazhi to sit on it, and then took out a red cloth towel and wrapped it around his eyes. Xu Dazhi's eyes were suddenly dark, and he couldn't see anything.

Strange to say, this sudden blindness made Xu Dazhi suddenly feel in a trance. He felt that he was not sitting in a house, but in a deserted wilderness. The cold wind blew by, and the feeling of emptiness was very real.

Sketched such a picture in his mind. It was a dark, cloudy, open-air suburb, with no one in sight, and only a few old trees that were about to die in the misty world.

It's just too realistic. On a whim, Xu Dazhi even wanted to remove the cloth from his eyes to see if he had really crossed over to such a ghost place.

He was still somewhat sensible, and understood that this sense of confusion was probably caused by the practice. Or don't act rashly, so as not to spoil this aura.

At this moment, Xie Ling suddenly stuffed something into his mouth. The voice of the bell sounded beside him: "Brother Dazhi, now I'm going to get up." No matter what happens for a while, don't panic, don't move, remember to remember. ”

Xu Dazhi took a deep breath, because there was something in his mouth, he couldn't speak, just nodded.

It didn't take long for a scent to hit. The fragrance is indescribable, a little tiresome, and itchy. Xu Dazhi suddenly woke up and knew what Xie Ling had stuffed into his mouth.

In the mouth is a long incense.

At this time, the chanting of the bell sounded not far from the ear. The voice was very low, and before this syllable fell, the syllable rose again, sticky, and it was impossible to hear what was being muttered.

Xu Dazhi tried his best to regulate his breathing, not to panic, he felt that the temperature here was getting lower and lower, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and he had goosebumps all over his body.

He was in a trance, and he didn't know how long it had been going on. Suddenly, he heard Xie Ling talking to someone, and Xie Ling asked, "Are you okay now?" ”

Xu Dazhi tried to listen, but he didn't hear anyone responding. Strangely, as if he had received feedback, he continued to ask, "Can you tell me what's going on?" ”

Xu Dazhi was about to listen carefully, but all the voices suddenly disappeared. It's hard to describe, it's like sitting in a room and suddenly being abandoned outside. He couldn't sense the presence of the bell at all.

Human senses are sometimes very acute, for example, even if you have your eyes closed, but there is someone around you, you can still be aware of his presence.

And Xu Dazhi now feels like he has been abandoned by the whole world.

A feeling of fear suddenly appeared in his heart. Where am I now? Can I go back?

Suddenly, he heard a trombone. The voice was so loud that it broke the silence. The aftermath is long, and the blood of people is congealed when you hear it. Xu Dazhi subconsciously looked at the place where the horn was issued, but he couldn't see anything.

Accompanied by the sound of trombone, only the sound of horses' hooves was heard, followed by the sound of the "crunch" wheels of the cart rubbing against the ground. It feels like it should be a very large team of horses, with people blowing trumpets and drums in front and long carriages behind them. From the sound of the voice, it should be coming in your own direction.

Xu Dazhi was frightened, he didn't know what to do, and wanted to reach out and pull down the cloth towel covering his eyes. But just when he made a move, he suddenly remembered what he had told him to explain, no matter what happened, don't move.

Xu Dazhi reminded himself that these were all illusions that appeared while sitting in the murderous mansion, so don't panic.

But what happened around him was not at all subject to his personal will. It seemed that within a few breaths, the team of horses came to his side, and he smelled a greasy aroma similar to that of roasted pig's head.

And the sound was extremely noisy, there were gongs and drums, horns, trombones, and whips that seemed to be pumping on horses, the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground, and the most terrifying thing was that Xu Dazhi heard the cries of many people.

These cries are not to mention how miserable they are, they are completely heartfelt, and they sound like a huge parting of life and death. The cry of the painful person seems to be able to infect the heart-rending pain, Xu Dazhi felt a tingling pain in his heart, and tears couldn't help but roll in his eyes.

It was at this time that he heard the voice.

This voice was mixed with the cries of a group of people, which was originally inconspicuous, but Xu Dazhi was too familiar with this voice. The voice was slight, with a low childlike sound, made by a child. It sounded like the child was crammed into a corner of the car, no one to take care of him, and he was just huddled in a ball, crying lonely, crying and looking for his father.

As soon as he heard this voice, Xu Dazhi's whole person was destroyed.

That turned out to be the voice of his son Xu Lei.

Xu Lei sounded very pitiful, he wanted to cry but didn't dare to let go, he was very aggrieved: "Dad, Dad, where are you, I miss you ......"

Xu Dazhi couldn't hold on, and at this moment, in the midst of this large cry, he heard a person reciting poetry.

The voice was not high, and it was far and near, and it was impossible to tell where it was. However, the voice is far away, and the poetry breaks through the cry comes slowly, and it is indescribably swaying.

"The soul is going to return, Gongzhu Zhaojun, go back first, Qin Qiang is ......"

Xu Dazhi heard it, this is a very old Chu Ci article "Conjuring". The witch style of Chu is extremely prosperous, and there is a saying of conjuring spirits among the people, Qu Yuan wrote it according to the folk adjustments, and then became "The Conjuring". At this time, accompanied by the mournful cry, the sadness of this poem can not be described in words, leisurely and swinging, as if pointing directly to the hearts of the people in the sky.

"Dad......" Xu Lei's cry sounded again.

Xu Dazhi couldn't hold on any longer, he suddenly shouted: "Son, dad is here ......"

Something strange happened, he went out with this voice, all the sounds were gone, and it seemed that even the yin wind had stopped. There was a terrible silence in this moment. After Xu Dazhi finished shouting, his brain buzzed and he regretted it.

An extremely cold voice came from his ears: "Where did the thief come from, dare to trespass into my underworld." ”

Immediately, the whip sounded crisply in the air, and Xu Dazhi was stupid. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and the cloth towel was taken off, and he saw Xie Ling sitting in front of him with a strange expression.

Xie Ling held a piece of white rice paper in his hand, on which there was a faint red portrait of a person, and I don't know who was drawing. Xu Dazhi looked down and saw that he was actually holding a tube of brush in his hand, and the tip of the pen was dyed with cinnabar water, and it was obvious that this human head was painted by him just now.

How is this possible? I don't have the feeling to draw at all, do you?

Xu Dazhi was about to say something, but Xie Ling waved his hand: "Hurry up, go out." ”

Xu Dazhi spit out the incense in his mouth, and the three long incense sticks had been burned into a short section. The two packed up their things and quickly left the room. Jieling locked the door again, and pulled the handle uncomfortably to make sure it was locked.

He made a sword finger with his right hand and wrote a talisman in the air on the door. Then he pulled Xu Dazhi and quickly went downstairs and left here.

The two of them walked out of the building, the sun was shining outside, the weather was hot, Xu Dazhi was so comfortable that he was so comfortable that the filthy yin qi dissipated.

Xie Ling took him back to his house, packed up his things, and grabbed his arm: "Brother Dazhi, where did you go just now?" ”

"Where did it go?" Xu Dazhi was inexplicable.

Xie Ling thought for a moment and said, "The ghost upper body I practice is a spell that is different from Taoism or Maoshan art. After the ghost is on you, your soul will be replaced by the underworld. I used to practice in the underworld, and I greeted Emperor Guan Shengjun, Emperor Xudu, and Seven Masters and Eight Masters, and there was a barrier for me there. When your soul reaches my place, I will sense your presence. However, just now, when I was getting up, Xu Tong's ghost came to your body, and your soul left your body, but I didn't feel the existence of your soul. It's the first time I've encountered it in so many years, and it's incredible. At that time, I thought, it's broken, your soul is gone, can you come back? Fortunately, you did come back when I collected the Fa. ”

"That's not right." Xu Dazhi pondered: "The place I went to is the underworld." ”

Xie Ling narrowed his eyes: "You talk about it carefully." If you go to Hades, even if you're not in my barrier, I can sense it. But you really didn't go. ”

Xu Dazhi hurriedly told him what he had just experienced. Xie Ling couldn't sit still and walked around on the ground, his eyebrows completely condensed.

When he said a word, he didn't scare Xu Dazhi to death.

"The hell you went to is a false hell, not a real hell. But...... I don't know what it is. Xie Ling said.

Xu Dazhi was anxious: "I was once in that place and heard my son's crying...... He, he's going to be fine, right? ”

Xie Ling didn't seem to hear what he said, and said to himself: "What's going on? Why is there another false underworld? The strange thing that happened to Xu Tong is likely to have a lot to do with this. No, I have to find a chance to go to the underworld recently and meet the Emperor Xudu. Alas, it's going to be messy, it's going to be messy. ”

"Have you seen Xu Tong?" Xu Dazhi asked.

Xie Ling came back to his senses: "I saw it, but there was no communication, he only left me a portrait." So he spread out the portrait of a man made of cinnabar on the table.

"Who is this? Do you know each other? Xie Ling asked.