As soon as the thin Taoist priest and I put the bed up, Xiao Wang noticed that something was wrong under the bed board.

We all looked over and found that on the other side of the bed, a lifelike figure was drawn. His eyes were frowning, his long hair was fluttering, and it seemed that he was clearly Xiao Yu who had died.

Moreover, the color of this person is blood red, very bright, and it can even be said that it is full of demonic energy.

At this point, we all hesitated, and it was clear that something was wrong in the room.

I looked at the bed, then at the ground under it, and suddenly I noticed a problem. It's not surprising that a lot of dust often accumulates under the bed, but it's not surprising that it's not evenly distributed.

I squatted down and looked carefully, and found that the dust on the ground, one in the east and one in the west, was faint, as if a gossip array had been formed.

Now I was a little confused: "Is this dust still fine?" "

My discovery caught everyone's attention, and a bunch of people crouched on the ground in a circle, staring at the dust on the ground without blinking.

Suddenly, I don't know who sighed and blew the dust into the air. However, then a strange thing happened.

The dust did not float in the air, but fell quickly, and then moved on the ground, until it slowly became a gossip.

It's like there's an invisible person who's putting the dust together into a pattern with his hands under our gaze.

As the dust moved, I vaguely felt a gust of wind. This is not really wind, or rather, yin.

Zhang Yuan urged me to practice yin and yang for a month, but it was not useless.

At this time, Wushuang also raised his head and said to me, "There seems to be something down here, shall we dig it out?" "

I looked back at Xiaoyu's mother: "Digging?" "

Xiaoyu's mother nodded.

This room is paved with green bricks, and I don't know how many years it has been, we quickly pulled out one of the bricks, and then pry off the surrounding bricks as well.

After the bricks were pried down, there was dirt underneath, and we began to dig down carefully. Soon, dig out a jar. Sealed mouth, it looks very mysterious.

The village party secretary looked at Xiaoyu's mother: "The treasure left by your ancestors?" "

Xiaoyu's mother looked dazed: "I've never heard of it." "

I looked at the jar and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, "What a baby." This thing hasn't been around for a few years. "I wiped the mud off the outside, and saw that the outside of the jar was painted with oil paint, and on it was clearly a pair of red goldfish, saying that there is a good harvest every year. It's basically something from the past few years.

However, the jar was held in his hand for a while. Gradually, I felt colder and colder, and later, my hands were numb.

I had to put the jar down and put my hand on my face. Rao is like this, still shivering from the cold.

The rest of the people didn't touch the jar and couldn't help but look at me strangely: "What's wrong with you?" "

I pointed to the jar and said, "It's cold, I don't know how many degrees below zero." What's in there. "

Xiao Wang pays attention to evidence in handling cases, and at this time he became an examiner. Shaking his head, he said: "Impossible, it's late spring and early summer, and the temperature is not low, if it's really like you said, there should be a layer of water vapor on the outside of this jar." But if you look at it now, it's dry. "

I was a little upset: "What you said, can I still lie to you?" Come on, come on, whether it's cold or not, don't you know if you touch it yourself? "

I pulled Xiao Wang over, and then put his hand on the jar, and at first, Xiao Wang looked firm: "I don't feel anything, ordinary jar." "

However, after a few seconds, he began to shiver all over his body, and quickly withdrew his hand: "Cold, really cold." "

And the jar, as he said, was still very dry and lay on the ground.

Wushuang frowned and said, "This jar is not a small problem." In my opinion, it should be an evil thing, and the eerie ghost aura seems to emanate from it. "

The branch secretary asked me very earnestly, "What should we do now?" "

The thin Taoist priest also looked at me and Wushuang eagerly: "Have you found my sister's soul?" "

I shook my head sadly: "I don't know what to do." "

I just said this, and the wall clock of Xiaoyu's house rang. When, when, when. After a dozen rings, I looked up at my watch, and it was already eleven o'clock.

Wushuang suddenly poked me with his elbow, with a smile on his face: "Hey, stupid, there's a way." "

I was upset with the title and glared at her, "Can you be a little polite to me?" "

Wushuang pulled out the peachwood sword again: "I'm just such a person, what do you do to me?" "

I waved my hand: "Forget it, I don't care about you." What can you do? "

Wushuang pointed to the peachwood sword in my hand: "Isn't the paper Zha Wu in it?" He is a genuine Taoist priest, and there should be a way. Wushuang specially accentuated the words "genuine", and his eyes were full of mocking smiles.

I cheekily pretended I didn't know. Pick up the peachwood sword, intending to find out the paper.

However, I thought about it for a moment and said to the rest of the people, "Go outside and wait for a while." Otherwise, there are too many people in this room, and the yang energy is too heavy, and it is inconvenient for my friend to come out. "

Although Xiao Wang didn't quite understand what it meant, they all nodded and retreated.

I stretched out my middle finger and made a light slash at the peachwood sword. Blood flowed on the blade of the sword, slowly surging in.

I shouted softly at the peachwood sword, "Paper Zha Wu, Paper Zha Wu." "

I shouted twice, and the lights in the room suddenly made a soft sound, and then the brightness was two or three times less than before. The room was darkened. Then, I saw a figure in front of me, and this person was clearly a paper Zawu.

I breathed a sigh of relief: "Old man Wu, you can figure it out." "

Paper Zha Wu sniffed: "Where did you find such a place, full of fierceness." Why are you tired of being crooked? "

I was stunned for a moment and asked him, "What fierceness?" "

Paper Zawu replied succinctly: "Evil ghosts, resentful spirits." Usually there will be mass graves, or battlefields. Ay? This seems to be a room, how can there be such a strong ferocity in the house? "

Wushuang pointed to the jar on the ground: "Old man Wu, do you see if it's because of this jar?" "

Paper Zha Wu squatted down suspiciously, muttering in his mouth: "Jar? What happened to this jar? "

Suddenly, his face changed greatly, and with an ouch, he jumped up from the ground, dodged far away, and shouted at me: "Xu You, are you sincere in harming me?" "

I was confused by this, and I asked strangely, "Why did I hurt you?" "

Paper Zha Wu stretched out his hand and pointed to the jar and said, "Don't pretend to be stupid for me, this thing can suck people's souls." Are you trying to put me in there? "

I hurriedly waved my hand: "Old man Wu, you really misunderstood. "

Then, I explained to Wushuang in a mixed manner, how to find this big jar, and how strange this jar is.

After hearing this, Paper Zha Wu frowned secretly. He looked at the figure on the bed. He looked at the jar again, pulled his beard stubble and said, "This red man is not painted, but the soul of this girl, which is sucked away little by little by the jar." Marks left on the bed. "

I nodded: "No wonder Xiaoyu sees ghosts all day long, and her soul is sucked away a little when she sleeps every day." The body is naturally weak, and it is not surprising to see a ghost at this time, I experienced this in the hospital. It's really touching. "

Paper Zha Wu nodded: "The dust is not the appearance of gossip by itself, but the spell is drawn on this jar." Suck the soul in, so the yin qi of those yin spirits, the little bit of dust brought up, slowly accumulates into the appearance of gossip. Xu You, you pick up the jar and see if there is a gossip drawn on the bottom of the jar? "

I shook my head again and again: "This jar can't be touched, it's so cold." "

Paper Zha Wu shook his head: "This jar is not cold, it is sucking your soul, so you feel cold." Hallucinations, hallucinations, don't be afraid. "

I was anxious: "It's all sucking my soul, and you still tell me not to be afraid?" "

Paper Zha Wu Bei laughed: "Anyway, you are young and strong, and you have a lot of souls, so it doesn't matter if you suck a little." "

I shook my head: "There are no doors." "

Then, I pressed the mahogany sword in my hand against the jar, tilted it slowly, and then bent down and actually glanced down.

Sure enough, there was a blood-red spell drawn on the bottom of the jar. Dancing with teeth and claws, it feels very hideous to me.

I gently put the jar down: "Old man Wu, what should we do now?" What to do with this jar? Broken? "

Paper Zha Wu shook his head: "It can't be broken, the resentful souls within a radius of several miles are restrained by this jar, and they can't get out of the yard, you break the jar now, they are all free, and they have been aggrieved in it for so long, and suddenly escaped, what will be the consequences?" A few of us bear the brunt of this. "

I sighed: "Then you say, what to do?" "

Paper Zha Wu thought for a while and said, "I'll teach you to draw a talisman and beat all these resentful souls to pieces." "

I shook my head again and again: "Absolutely not, Xiaoyu's soul is still inside." In this way, won't it hurt her too? "

I'm arguing with Paper Zha Wu.

Suddenly, Paper Zha Wu's face changed greatly, and he shouted in a panic: "It's over, it's over, the people from the coffin shop are chasing, I feel it, it's over, let me hide." "

Then I felt the peachwood sword sink in my hand. The paper has been hidden inside.

Wushuang and I glanced at each other, and we both felt a panic: the people from the coffin shop chased here? So what about the two of us? Are you going to be caught? What about Master? Has it been discovered?

My mind was chaotic, and I simply subconsciously picked up the peachwood sword and walked to the door to defend against the enemy. In fact, I also knew in my heart that it was completely futile to do so.

The strength of the coffin shop is not something we can compete with.

Just then, I heard a whistling sound in the distance. The sound was like a demonstration. Soon, from far to near, he has come to the vicinity of Xiaoyu's house.