Qin Ding took the bowl and sipped it carefully.

"Xiao Qin, this is not bitter, why do you still want to taste it?"

Qin Ding really didn't taste the taste, it was as bland and tasteless as white water, and he took another sip.

Uncle Ma was still a little anxious on the side.

"This bowl has to be drunk all, what you drink now is a purple talisman that took six years to make, it would be a pity to waste it."

After Qin Ding took a sip, he suddenly felt that his chest seemed to be lighter, not as stuffy as before, and his trachea and throat were also much refreshed, it seemed that this thing was indeed useful.

Qin Ding put his heart down a little and took another sip, this time he felt a clear breath pass through his limbs, and suddenly the world brightened.

Then he drank the whole bowl down.

Uncle Ma couldn't stop nodding on the side, looking at him with a smile.

"How? Comfortable, right? This bowl of soup can take away the evil qi left in your body, and it can also repair your injured parts."

Qin Ding felt a little conflicted and guilty in his heart.

"Uncle, thank you for being so kind to me."

"Oh, what's wrong with you kid? See what?"

Qin Ding didn't speak anymore and put the bowl on the table.

"Xiao Qin, it's really not early, I'll go get you dinner, I'll really come back right this time."

"Well, it's hard work, uncle."

Uncle Ma walked out, Qin Ding looked at the beams of the house, he couldn't set up a stool to go up and look at it.

He looked down at his watch, it was indeed not early, it was past seven o'clock.

He packed up the clothes on the bed and stacked them on the side of the pillow. He remembered what Feng Yuan said at noon and asked him not to light candles.

However, if there were no candles lit at night in this place, nothing could really be done, and he now suddenly wondered if Feng Yuan was joking with him.

But whether it's a joke or not, it already makes him mind a little.

To point or not to order? Why not give the point? Just as he was thinking, Uncle Ma walked in with a lunch box.

"Have you eaten all the lunch at noon?"

Qin Ding didn't feel hungry.

"I've eaten them all, I've eaten a lot, and I'm not hungry yet."

"I know you're probably not too hungry, so I'll bring you less at night."

Qin Ding's curiosity came up, and he brought less, what could it be?

Uncle Ma opened the lunch box directly, and Qin Ding saw that in one lunch box, half a box of rice, half a box of dry-fried hairtail, and the other box was braised carp.

"That's less, huh? Uncle."

"It's very little, the rice is just like that, this fish doesn't have a few bites of meat, and I don't know if you like to eat it."

"I love to eat. I haven't eaten hairtail in a long time."

Qin Ding didn't take chopsticks, and directly took a piece of fried hairtail. The fish was fried salty and fragrant, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and he thought it was delicious.

Although this dinner was delicious, it took a lot of effort to pick the fish bones, and by the time the rice was almost finished, it was going to be dark outside.

Qin Ding was taking chopsticks and turning over the braised carp in the lunch box, he had already finished eating one, and Uncle Ma got up and walked to the desk, picked up a match to light the candle, and then pushed the candlestick to this side.

Qin Ding's heart was shocked, obviously Feng Yuan's warning was impossible to come true, Uncle Ma was here, he couldn't help but light the candle, he could only hope that Uncle Ma would leave for a while, he was blowing out the candles.

Qin Ding thought about it, he was still spitting thorns in his mouth, this carp meat was okay, but there were really many spines, especially the tail.

With Qin Ding's unremitting efforts, the whole fish was eaten, and he didn't even let go of the fish brain.

Uncle Ma looked at the fish bones on the table and said with a smile: "I'm very good at eating, it seems that I like to eat more, and I will bring you some braised fish from time to time in the future."

"Uncle Ma, I haven't eaten such delicious fish for a long time, and the taste can be matched with that of my parents.

My mom used to make sweet and sour braised fish for me, and my dad's dry-fried small yellow croaker and hairtail fish were also good dishes, but then they ...... Alas, I rarely eat it, and I eat it too

It's not that tasty."

"Xiao Qin, did your parents have an accident a few years ago?"

Qin Ding was cleaning up the fish bones on the table, his hand stagnating slightly.

"Three, three years ago."

"It's been three years. You're a recent graduate, right? Why didn't you continue your studies and come to this city?"

Qin Ding suddenly became a little nervous.

"Uncle, didn't you say it last time, you came out and wanted to break through, and finally broke here."

"That's really fate."

Qin Ding didn't want to continue on this topic, he regretted that he was talking too much.

He cleaned up the small table, closed the lid of the lunch box and put it back in the bag.

"Uncle, I can't wash these without a water tank."

"It's okay, I'll take it back and wash it. Wait a little longer for the water tank, it's a little late today and I can't find a suitable one, I'll try to hurry up, you can't wash up without cold water.

Oh, yes."

Uncle Ma said, and took out a roll of yellow paper from his pocket.

Qin Ding fixed his eyes and saw that this was another yellow talisman.

"Here you go. This is a talisman to ward off murder, and it can't be guaranteed that there are still evil spirits hiding in this old mansion, this can keep the evil spirits away, but this kind of charm needs to be pressed under the candlestick to work."

Qin Ding took this yellow talisman and unfolded it to take a look, the patterns and symbols painted on it, the dragon flying and the phoenix dance, and even the fangs and claws and the hideous.

"Uncle, why do you have to press under the candlestick to work?"

Uncle Ma touched his chin and paused and said, "I don't know the specifics, I didn't draw this kind of talisman, I have little research on talismans, this is what the person who gave me the talisman said." Each talisman has its own specialty, and he asked it to be pressed under the candlestick, so let's just do it."

Qin Ding sighed, but he felt awkward in his heart, he didn't know who to believe now, as if what he said was true.

"You're going to crush under the candlestick now."

Qin Ding had no choice, got up and walked to the desk, unfolded the yellow talisman, picked up the candlestick and pressed it, and the candlestick instantly brightened.

Uncle Ma sat on the stool and didn't look like he was leaving, Qin Ding wondered in his heart, Uncle Ma had already left in the past, and he was able to stay with him for so long after eating today, was he worried that what happened last night would happen again? But the longer Uncle Ma stays, the longer the candle will be lit.

Uncle Ma seemed to know what he was thinking, and said casually, "I'll accompany you more today, if I had left a little later yesterday, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened."

I've looked around during the day and found nothing unusual, but I'm not sure the soul is hiding somewhere and it's hard to spot, so I'll stay here for a while."

Qin Ding thought to himself that Uncle Ma wouldn't stay overnight, this was not a solution, because the murderous spirit should not be stupid, how could he choose such a time.

"You've set up this kind of yellow talisman to avoid evil, it should be safe."

"What, you want to drive me away? What do you want to do secretly?"

Qin Ding smiled awkwardly.

"What do you say, what can I do."

"Heh, who knows what you're doing behind my back. I feel like you're hiding something from me."

Qin Ding sweated behind his back, and Uncle Ma suddenly smiled.

"Heh, I'm kidding you. But, Xiao Qin, I've told you countless times, there is something you really can't hide from me, because this place is still very strange to you, I'm afraid that you won't understand anything, and in the end you will accidentally put yourself in some danger, but no one can save you."

Qin Ding's heart beat a drum, he panicked inexplicably, who should he believe.

Uncle Ma looked out, and it was already dark.

"It's past 9 o'clock, oops, I don't know it. Come on, you can't accompany me if you want to, I'll find you a water tank somewhere first, so you can wash up tomorrow morning.

Stay by yourself, then."

Qin Ding was a little distracted, he hummed casually, Uncle Ma didn't care too much, got up and picked up the packed lunch box, and then walked out.

Qin Ding

Closing the door, he now seems to be caught in a strange circle...

It's like locking the door when it's closed, if you don't lock it, you're afraid that something will come in, and if something happens in the house, it's not easy for people outside to come in.

This situation is like the things and people he is facing now, and it is difficult to distinguish and choose.

Everything was unclear, he still locked the door, he wanted to touch the beam of the house now, take down the painting painted by Lei Laoliang, and put it back in its place.

In order to prevent Uncle Ma from still staring at him in the yard, he stayed for a while before blowing out the candle.

The curtains were drawn without gaps, and the room was plunged into darkness. He waited for a while, but there was no movement in the courtyard, and it seemed that Uncle Ma was indeed gone.

Qin Ding didn't light the candles, if he lit them, what he was doing in the house, the silhouette could be seen from the outside through the curtains, but if there was no light, it would be pitch black, and he would have to fall down if he stepped on two layers of stools.

He walked over to the bed, picked up the short-sleeved he had just replaced, wrapped the flashlight, and turned on the flashlight, finding that the light allowed him to see a little clearly.

The light of the flashlight wrapped in clothing is not so bright, so that only a faint point of light can be seen outside, and you will not see what the people inside are doing.

Qin Ding took advantage of this light to tiptoe to move the chair and stool over and set it up, and then half-groped and stepped on it.

At this time, it is impossible to check if there is a soul hunting token on the beam of the house, anyway, he can use the soul hunting spell to arrest the murderer in the house, so it is okay to explore later, he mainly wants to take down the painting now.

Due to the limited light in the room, after stepping on the second stool, Qin Ding was already sweating all over. But he didn't delay, and the probe took the scroll on the beam in his hand.

He quickly squatted down and stretched his legs to get down to the chair, one leg had just touched the edge of the chair, and the other leg was still on the stool, when there was a sudden "bang" in the room, and then the candle was inexplicably lit.

Qin Ding was so frightened by this sudden change that his feet slipped, and he lost his center of gravity in an instant, and then he directly flipped off the stool without any suspense.

The painting scroll took off his hand and flew out, falling right on the wall and scattering, and after Qin Ding fell the ground, the corner of the stool also hit his forehead.

Qin Ding was a little flustered, and there was a sharp pain on his forehead, as if there was liquid flowing down.

He quickly stood up regardless of the pain, because the candle suddenly lit up strangely, which was enough to show that it was very abnormal.

He stood up and looked at the writing desk in horror, and the candle flame on the candlestick was different from before, it had changed to a faint blue color, and it looked like a ghostly fire.

Qin Ding's heart was beating like a drum, could there be a murderous soul again? He hurried to look at the scroll on the ground, where the rope that held it had broken and the scroll had all fallen apart.

Qin Ding was a little suspicious, could it be that what Uncle Ma said and reminded were not wrong? Was he deceived by something? In fact, there is really a murderous ghost hidden in the painting of the former palm?

Qin Ding's mind was very confused, but he tried to calm himself, he walked to the bed in a few steps and went to get the seal under the pillow.

「su~」

His hand hadn't reached the edge of the pillow yet, and the movement behind him made him feel like he was facing a great enemy.

He quickly looked back in horror, and the light of the candle burst out instantly, which was like a candle, like a gushing gas field.

At the same time, on the curtain next to the candle, a black shadow was gathering, and before he could see it clearly, he was blinking, and the black shadow had gathered into a human figure.

Qin Ding's eyes widened, and his scalp exploded.

This is...... This is a fifth-level murderous spirit?

He didn't care to think about why there were fifth-level murderous spirits here, let alone why in just two days, one after another, how could it be such a coincidence, could that candle really not be lit?

Too frightened, Qin Ding's breathing was stagnant, and in his panic, he was still groping for the seal under the pillow with his trembling hand, which was the only thing that could protect his life.

But he couldn't touch it.