When: Day 1 of the White Affair.

"Xiaobai, I'll go to help first, wait for about six o'clock to come to the ancestral hall for dinner, remember to bring the key and lock the door." Downstairs, my father shouted, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Bedroom on the second floor.

Jiang Bai looked at the computer, drank drinks, and played mobile games.

From time to time, look up at the guide on the computer, remember the location, and then look for it on the mobile game to explore......

Time: 6.11 p.m

Jiang Bai scolded the dog planning of this game, and he couldn't find the treasure chest in the underworld without looking at the strategy, so he closed the computer, held the mobile phone, locked the door, and walked towards the ancestral hall of 'Yuexia Village' with a white paper umbrella.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, two stone lions have white flowers hanging around their necks, and on the side, wreaths of various sizes are piled up.

The villagers holding white paper umbrellas, coming in and out, had a sad and sad expression on their faces, and more were happy and eating.

It's just that on this occasion, except for children playing around, adults are very restrained except for drinking and bragging.

After all, a famous old man in the village has passed away, gloating here, becoming a laughing stock for others, and disrespecting the deceased, and in the future the villagers will point fingers at you behind your back, chewing the root of your tongue.

A short-haired little girl holding a white paper umbrella and eating chicken legs ran over in a few steps and said, "Brother, let's go, I'll take the place for you." ”

Jiang Bai was dragged away by the little girl......

When: The second day of the white affair.

11.34 noon.

"Step on your left foot."

"I'll you, step on the right foot."

"Listen to me, step on your left leg, so fast!"

"You roll the calf, step your right leg, and you are not slower than you."

"Who are you TM!"

"Who are you?"

In the bedroom on the second floor, Jiang Bai stood at the staircase of the corridor, holding a white paper umbrella, and made two sounds in his mouth!

"Okay, since you don't retreat, then let's jump!"

"Okay, who's afraid of whom!"

Jiang Bai held a white paper umbrella and jumped directly from the staircase.

Bang!

His head hit the wall, his face pressed against the floor, his left hand was fractured, and the white paper umbrella on his right hand rolled down the stairs.

Jiang Bai limped and jumped to the ancestral hall, and the two sounds from his mouth did not attract the attention of the villagers at all, as if he had always been like this.

"That's not how the white thing happens!"

"That's how the white thing happened!"

"Listen to me, I know all the funerals of the people, you are not doing it right!"

"I'm a person from this era of the people, you tell me wrong?"

"That's not right! Look at the wreath at the door, the paper figures, what's going on with the piles at the door, it's unlucky, it should be put in the backyard, and the back is the first ......"

"Don't tell me here about the folk customs you know, give me the control of the body!"

Jiang Bai jumped into the ancestral hall, his feet were empty, his head was firmly smashed on the staircase, and blood flowed.

Finally sitting on the chair, Jiang Xiaobai and Chen Yuan began to quarrel again for control of their bodies.

Time: Day 3 of the White Affair.

Jiang Bai stood on the side of the road, watching the white coffin fall into the pit, and several villagers took shovels and began to fill in the soil, bury it, erect monuments, light incense to worship, and offer tribute......

"Listen to me early, the white thing is done early in the morning, you see, what I said is right."

"Barely right, but I'm going to kill you!"

"Grass, again!"

Jiang Bai raised his hand and slapped himself towards him, still admitting defeat in his mouth: "Come on, who is afraid of whom, anyway, it's not Lao Tzu's body!" ”

The white thing was completed in Jiang Bai's self-pumping......

Syllable!

Jiang Xiaobai opened his eyes violently and looked around, this was still the same place before, gray dirt, gray high walls.

It's just the black coffin a hundred meters ahead, and the white-haired old man is nowhere to be seen.

The ghost baby lay on his stomach, motionless.

The danger is temporarily lifted.

It's just that he died of pain all over his body......

Jiang Xiaobai grinned and got up, as if his whole body had been beaten, and there were bruises and blood on his face. Broken arm, bent. The legs were bruised and purple, and they were all wounds.

The white paper umbrella appeared in his hand, and he carefully recalled his memory, as if he had a dream, a dream about white things.

In the dream, he seemed to be fighting with another person for control of his body, and then said some taboos about holding white affairs, and the reason was that they fought.

The dream was a little vague, and I couldn't remember the details.

Retracting the broken and bent arm, Jiang Xiaobai broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, he looked at the white paper umbrella in his hand, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

On the white paper umbrella, two old newspapers have disappeared, only a white cloth wrapped around and around!

"The old newspaper is gone, so ...... ghost is revived!"

Jiang Xiaobai chuckled in his heart, but he sensed his body carefully, he didn't feel cold, stiff, and moved his arms, it was normal, except for a little pain, there was nothing abnormal.

"The ghost is gone?!"

Try to open the white paper umbrella, the white mist around it, the ghost domain opens, and after three seconds, the range of the ghost domain expands to six hundred meters.

The exhaled breath was a white mist, and there was no abnormal feeling in the body.

It's just the white mist that comes out, which is exactly the same as the white breath he exhales when he holds a white paper umbrella for a long time in 'Yuexia Village'.

"The ghost is still alive! It's just temporarily suppressed. ”

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the white cloth on the white paper umbrella and thought thoughtfully.

"It should be a white cloth pressed white paper umbrella. Extend the time for the revival of the ghost, it seems that in the future, before encountering a supernatural event, you can't use supernatural power at will?! ”

Lifting the soft ghost baby, he looked up and down, raised his hand, and slapped it.

The ghost baby's head turned several times, but it didn't move, and there was no response.

"Ghosts can't be killed, only ghosts can deal with ghosts, only ghost ......, what's wrong with ghost babies? He's dead? ”

Jiang Xiaobai looked a hundred meters ahead, one hand on the white coffin, and the pain from his hand made him withdraw his hand.

"The white-haired old man is gone? Or is there something going on? It seems that I took out a blank piece of paper before, and it was still a painting,...... I can't remember. ”

After waiting for about ten minutes, the surroundings were silent, the silence was terrifying, no one saw it, and he didn't sense anything in the ghost domain.

"Is it safe?"

Jiang Xiaobai held the white coffin with one hand and a white paper umbrella with the other, bowed slightly, picked up the black suitcase, opened it, took out the last three black incense sticks inside, inserted them on the small incense burner above the coffin lid, and lit them.

White smoke curled, and a puff of white smoke drifted over and into the mouth and nose of the ghost baby.

"It should be safe...... bar. ”

Jiang Xiaobai said uncertainly, and after waiting for about thirty seconds, only half of the black incense on the small incense burner was left, and he pinched off the black incense.

The white smoke disappeared, and in the dark pupils of the ghost baby, a figure walked by, and its throat moved.

After waiting for another ten minutes or so, Jiang Xiaobai closed the white paper umbrella, and the ghost domain of the ghost baby opened, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Let's go, go west and have a look...... Go and see if the white-haired old man in the thatched hut is there. ”

"Huh." The ghost baby snorted, took the pistol, and ran forward.

Jiang Xiaobai followed behind, looking at the date on his phone, frowning and groaning: "The white thing that was held in the dream,...... Whose white business is it? Moreover, three days have passed, and the white event is usually held for three days! ”