Qi Yan has changed from a little girl to an old woman who is dying and dying. The youthful woman was lying on the hospital bed at this time, barely breathing.

After Grandma finished telling this story, she had exhausted her strength, and she lay down with a flushed face. Slowly close your eyes and stop talking. It seems that she has gone through her life again in her memories.

Yang Shanshan stuck out her tongue and said, "It turns out that grandma is waiting for her old friend." ”

The little aunt glared at her: "Don't talk nonsense, children. ”

As soon as the grandmother's sons were summed up, they still listened to their mother's words, and the women in the family were sent home to rest, and all the men stayed in the hospital to keep vigil.

After listening to this past, Li Yang scratched his ears and cheeks excitedly, pulled me to the corridor where there was no one, and asked me what I thought of this matter.

I thought about it and said, "It's kind of legendary. Let's sort out the timeline, sixty years ago, your grandmother met a monk who claimed to be immortal, and the two of them had an unspeakable story for three days and three nights......"

Li Yang said: "Let's talk about the point, don't talk about those idle stories." ”

I coughed and said, "There is a certain amount of trust between the two of us. The monk gave her a magic weapon to continue her life, saying that she could see her again in this life, and then she would tell her grandmother the secret of immortality. ”

Li Yang nodded, and then I said, "Then, my grandmother met the mother of the female master of the Kaifo Hall again, and left the things given by the monk to her for safekeeping for various reasons. Speaking of this, he thought thoughtfully: "Lao Liu, the female master's mother is a person who takes Xian'er to practice, she has obtained these life-sustaining magic weapons from my grandmother, will she study them by herself in private?" ”

I shrugged: "Who knows." Anyway, grandma has a book that was lost there and didn't get it back, I think it's weird. Go on, your grandmother can't do it now, and she sent us to fetch the magic weapon to give her life. The reason why I did this was to meet the monk's most profound side and get the secret of the monk's immortality. ”

Li Yang kept rubbing his hands: "Lao Liu, do you think there will really be people in this world who are immortal?" ”

I smiled wryly: "You ask me, who do I ask?" Perhaps, only you can't think of anything that doesn't exist. ”

Li Yang asked me, "Lao Liu, can my grandmother see that monk before leaving?" ”

"What do you think?" I asked him rhetorically.

"At first, I thought the whole thing was very, but now I believe it a little. This incident itself is mysterious and unreasonable, and I am afraid that anything can happen is reasonable. I always thought that the monk would definitely appear, but I don't know how to appear. ”

I laughed, "Can he turn into a ghost?" ”

He looked at me very seriously: "Maybe." ”

While we were talking, my uncle came over and hurriedly said, "Xiao Liu, you are here, hurry up and follow me, the old lady called you." ”

I went back to the ward and sat down next to the bed, and the old lady stretched out her hand to grab me: "Xiaoxiao, if you hear someone calling my name outside the window in a while, you will slap my pillow." ”

I swallowed, nodded, and watched as things unfolded.

The old lady also instructed these juniors not to make a fuss about what happened tonight, and to stay at the door and not move.

The old lady was full of nonsense, and she said it so frighteningly that everyone's faces were not very good-looking.

Tossing for a day, not eating at night, hungry so much that I was close to my heart. At this time, her hand has been held by the old lady, and she can't let it go, so don't mention this crooked heart.

I spent the night like a year, and the old lady really regarded me as a lover, and she didn't let go of her grip.

I couldn't leave and couldn't move, so I had to let her hold it, take out my phone with my other hand, and sit next to the bed to read a novel. After mixing for more than an hour, it was completely dark, and I was dazed and began to feel sleepy, and my head was lit up again and again, and I couldn't open my eyes.

I looked at the others, a few uncles huddled together and napping on the marching bed. The juniors below couldn't get into bed, some moved chairs to sit at the door, and some sat on the corridor bench. One by one, they were listless and yawned. I looked around, but I didn't find Li Yang, I don't know where this kid went.

Sleepy, I leaned against the head of the bed, yawned heavily, and slowly closed my eyes. It doesn't matter if I slept this time, I don't know how long it was, but it seemed that someone had opened the window, and although he was wrapped in a cotton jacket, he couldn't resist the cold. I woke up from the cold, muttered a sentence about who is so lacking in virtue, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that the window was well inserted, but there was an inexplicable chill in the room.

The old lady had let go of her hand, and she lay quietly on the bed.

I glanced at it casually and almost didn't jump. The old lady didn't know whether she was asleep or awake, her chest rose and fell slightly, her face was calm, but her eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling, without blinking.

I swallowed my saliva and looked at the ward, where everyone was falling asleep soundly. Because they are all men, the snoring comes and goes. I don't know if it's normal for the old lady to look like this, I wanted to go over and wake up my uncle, but at this moment, there was a sudden "hehe" laughter outside the window.

I followed the sound and saw an owl standing on the windowsill outside the window. With his wings folded, he kept jumping around, his eyes were completely green, and the person who watched it was cold and hairy. The most bizarre thing is that I don't know if it's an auditory hallucination, this owl can actually make a human-like laugh, and its mouth is still "cooing".

In the middle of the night, there was suddenly such a black monster on the windowsill, and his eyes were stunned to look at you.

I looked at it through the window, and the temperature in the room was very low, and the cold was pressing, like falling into an ice hole, but I didn't dare to move. This owl came strangely, and its eyes gave people the feeling that it did not look like a beast, and it was very human.

It resembles a dwarf witch in the black coat of an owl, with a sinister light in her eyes.

At that moment, it suddenly spread its black wings, fluttered away from the windowsill, and flew into the dark night sky.

I let out a long sigh of relief before I dared to move. Because I kept my posture straight for too long, my joints were sore.

Why is there such a monster all of a sudden? My heart was blocked, like I had weighed a thousand pounds of boulders, and I couldn't breathe.

Owls are also called night owls in folklore. There is a saying that when a night owl enters the house, nothing will come. Damn, is this a portent?

I was thinking about it, when a woman's voice suddenly came from somewhere downstairs, as if she was calling someone's name, maybe the wind was too strong, the voice was torn apart, fragmented, and I couldn't tell who it was.

The old lady on the hospital bed let out a soft moan, and I hurried over to hold her hand: "Grandma......"

"Tiny." The old lady whispered, "Take it, take the pillow, and pat it...... Somebody called me......"

Hearing this, I trembled, listened carefully, and shouted one after another outside: "Qi Yan! Qi Yan! ……”

The sound is getting louder and louder, and each one is more and more infiltrating. I went over to push my sleeping uncle, who waved his hand, smacked his lips and changed his position and fell asleep again. Looking at the others, it was as if they were drunk and asleep, with no sign of soberness.

I wiped the cold sweat from my head, how did it push me into this lonely and heroic situation every time.

I reluctantly walked to the bedside, gently pulled out my grandmother's pillow, and began to beat along the ward. When I passed by the window, I also looked around, and the hospital was dimly lit, but I could still see that there was no figure below.

But the sound became louder and louder, and it was so terrible that people's scalps exploded when they heard it. Grandma opened her mouth wide, her throat kept making a "hissing" sound, her eyes were looking straight at the ceiling, and her feet kept moving from side to side, looking like someone was choking her throat, pinching her tightly, and trying to strangle her to death!

The sheets were rolling down in a mess, especially the two red embroidered shoes, which were so dazzling and seeping under the miserable white fluorescent lamp.

I was about to cry when I closed my eyes, and slapped the pillow again and again. Strange to say, as the pillow slapped, the outside screaming gradually weakened, and gradually disappeared. I breathed a long sigh of relief, my head was covered with sweat, and my grandmother also regained her composure, babbling and moaning, and the flush that appeared on her face at the beginning of a serious illness. I tucked the pillow under her head and sat back in my chair, my heart pounding. I was about to close my eyes and pretend to sleep, when I accidentally looked up and saw the talisman hanging on the lintel.

I jumped up and couldn't believe my eyes, there were only two-thirds of the original talisman left! Walking over and taking a closer look, there were black scorched marks on the edge of the lower edge of the talisman, and it seemed that that part had been burned out at some point.

What's going on? Who owes his hand to burn? I looked at the position and direction of the talisman, and it has always maintained the same as when my uncle posted it, and no one should have moved. How did you burn a third of it for no reason? Besides, there are people coming and going in the ward, and no one can do such a thing in front of everyone.

I pressed the door frame and looked out, and the hospital hallway was silent and empty. There were a few small characters sitting on the bench, and Li Yang was in the ranks, because the temperature was low, they couldn't help but snuggle together, and they fell asleep with their heads together.

I don't know if it's a psychological illusion, I always feel that the corridor is weird, with a heavy gloomy atmosphere, and in the dim light, it seems that something unspeakable exists.

I didn't dare to look any more, so I went back to the ward and sat in a chair, my heart pounding wildly and fidgeting.

I didn't get much sleep that night. I was so tired that I stared at it for a moment, and I still couldn't sleep and always felt that there was someone outside the door. I wanted to open my eyes and get up to see, but subconsciously I felt troublesome, and my eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, so I couldn't get up. Later, I thought that my task was to pat the pillow, and I didn't care about anything else after I had done it. Love whoever you love, this is not my grandma, what kind of idle do I do. As soon as his consciousness sank, he simply fell asleep.

It seemed to wake me up once, and I fell asleep again in a daze. When I woke up again, it was getting dark, and I didn't know when I slept on the camp bed. As soon as I turned over and sat up, my head was swollen, as if I was drunk, and my brain hurt.

Li Yang sat next to me and stuffed me with a large cup of hot soy milk: "Awake?" ”

I was a little annoyed: "Where did you run last night?" ”

Li Yang smiled dryly: "After we finished talking yesterday, my inspiration suddenly came, so I hurriedly ran to the Internet café and passed on my grandmother's story while it was hot." When you came back, you were all asleep as if you had drunk fake wine. I wandered down the hallway for a while, getting colder and colder, but I had nowhere to go, so I had to squeeze in with them and barely get some sleep. ”

I sighed: "Li Yang, Li Yang, our contract ends today, I still want to live for two more years." Guess what I saw last night? ”

He looked at me.

I told you about the night owl and the broken talisman I had last night. His face changed, and he dragged me to the lintel to check it, and the talisman had indeed burned a third of it. Li Yang said: "Lao Liu, what you encountered last night is likely to be a soul call. It was the ghost of the underworld who called people's names, and who they called to go. ”

I pointed to the talisman and asked, "What's going on?" ”

At this time, several people in the corridor gathered in a circle and said something fiercely. We both looked at each other and walked over to listen. It was the uncle who spoke in the circle, and he spoke with a bitter face, foaming at the mouth: "I had a nightmare last night, but it scared me." Guess what I dreamed about? ”