Zhuang Xuexia ate dinner, threw the lunch box into the trash, and was about to go back to the room to do her homework.

She glanced at the small table and the wooden box on it, and then remembered Luo Lanjun's explanation.

She took out three sticks of incense, lit them, and inserted them in the incense burner, and did not worship respectfully as Zhuang Baoli and Luo Lanjun did.

She looked at the wooden box again, and her heart tickled.

Zhuang Xuexia picked up the wooden box and turned it left and right.

The painting on the wooden box is the step of worshipping and offering this thing. The words that are written are the instructions.

She took a photo to show Xiao Ming before, and Xiao Ming used software to identify it, and the text was crepe, but it was a little nondescript. Xiao Ming said that it is similar to the so-called ancient songs now, they are all ancient texts written without culture, with a pile of rhetoric and nonsense, and they are not as deep as the classic old songs in the early years.

Zhuang Xuexia didn't dare to answer at that time. She thinks the ancient songs are very good, and the words are beautiful, especially meaningful.

Xia Menghui said what was in her heart, and was refuted by Xiao Ming with ancient poems.

Xia Menghui couldn't argue with Xiao Ming, so she sent a private message to Zhuang Xuexia to complain. She felt that Xiao Ming admired foreign flattery, so she belittled those things. Xiao Ming has also said many times before that he wants to use those foreign methods to help Zhuang Xuexia exorcise evil spirits.

Zhuang Xuexia was noncommittal at the time, but faintly agreed with Xia Menghui in her heart. After all, Xiao Ming said that the few songs she liked were worthless, and she was not happy.

Zhuang Xuexia now thinks about it, changes her attitude, and is a little disdainful of the wooden box.

Xiao Ming is probably right. This is the trick of the cow master, a means of cheating money.

But it is undeniable that Master Niu also has some real skills. At least that Bao Jia Xian worked.

Zhuang Xuexia was a little curious about the contents inside, but unfortunately, she turned the wooden box in her hand a few times, but she couldn't find an opening.

Zhuang Xuexia had no choice but to give up, put the wooden box back, and remembered what Luo Lanjun said to wipe it, so she went to find the white rag, flushed it, wrung it out, and then threw the rag back to the living room.

She wiped the table with a rag and gently slid it over the wooden box, as if she had wiped it.

Zhuang Xuexia was about to call it a day, turned around, stopped again, and turned back.

She glanced at the wooden box.

The small paintings and ancient texts on the wooden box seem to have become a little shallower.

Zhuang Xuexia's back hairs stood up.

Instead of picking up the wooden box this time, she leaned closer and took a closer look.

It seems to be a little shallower than before......

Could it be......

Zhuang Xuexia bit her lip, stretched out her fingers, and gently rubbed the corner of the picture.

She looked at her hand, it was clean, and then at the painting, and it seemed, as if it was a little lighter.

Zhuang Xuexia hurriedly unfolded the rag she had just used.

A white rag is a little dusty, is it dust, or is it wiped off the ink?

Zhuang Xuexia's head was clouded and a little scared.

It's not that I'm afraid that Zhuang Baoli told me not to break the wooden box and not to break the seal, but I'm afraid that Zhuang Baoli will come back and find out and blame her.

Zhuang Xuexia said to herself: "It's all said by my mother, wipe it with a rag...... Yes, it's because you use a wet rag? She suddenly remembered that Luo Lanjun only said to use this rag, and did not mention anything else. When she got the rag, it was dry. Did it hang for a day and dry, or was it just dry?

Zhuang Xuexia was at a loss.

She glanced at the wooden box again.

Shouldn't I use a black pen to make up for it?

But this color, as if ...... It's not appropriate to use a black pen or black watercolor to make up, right? This color is not dark in the first place, and if you want to make up for it, it must be black and shiny, which is completely wrong.

She had done something similar before, and it turned out that it was better to make up for it than not to make it up.

Zhuang Xuexia pinched the rag and stared at it for a while.

She only wiped it lightly, but not completely, and only touched such a small place, how could it seem that the other places that had not been touched had also faded?

Zhuang Xuexia jumped up.

She was holding this wooden box to find an opening before, did she rub it at that time?

What a fake and shoddy product! Rub it and it will fade!

Zhuang Xuexia's heart was beating wildly, even if she scolded Master Niu in her heart, she couldn't change the status quo.

Perhaps, Zhuang Baoli will not notice this change.

Zhuang Baoli is not such a careful person.

Zhuang Xuexia thought to herself, he didn't even notice that his socks were out of the hole, and he was still walking around with them on his feet.

But Zhuang Baoli has been revolving around this platform these days, worshipping twice a day in the morning and evening, and taking a look at it from time to time, and attaches great importance to this thing......

Zhuang Xuexia hesitated, not knowing whether to take a pen to fill the color.

Eventually, she threw off the rag, put it away, and went back to her bedroom.

Take a gamble.

I'm afraid it's more obvious with the color added.

She doesn't know how to draw. When she handed in her homework in school art class, she didn't look good at drawing, and at most she got a passing grade.

And to make up the color, use a pen......

Zhuang Xuexia took out the scratch paper, drew two lines on it with a black pen, and traced it several times, the more she looked at it, the more wrong it became.

She opened the drawer, rummaged through the cabinet again, found the watercolor paint she used for art class, and tried it on scratch paper.

Sure enough, it's not right either.

Zhuang Xuexia gave up.

There was a sound of the door opening.

Zhuang Xuexia hurriedly swept the things into the drawer, took out the homework book and put it away.

Listening to the sound of changing shoes, it was Zhuang Baoli.

Zhuang Xuexia's heart lifted.

Zhuang Baoli opened the door of Zhuang Xuexia's room as usual.

"Doing your homework? Have you eaten dinner? ”

Zhuang Xuexia nodded.

"Mom called, your grandmother is fine, she is with her in the hospital to hang water, it will take a while. She'll be back later. ”

Zhuang Xuexia continued to nod.

Zhuang Baoli retreated, and after a while, he opened the door again, "Have you offered incense?" Or is it your mother's offering? ”

He saw the bottom of the bamboo sticks inserted in the incense burner.

Zhuang Xuexia replied stiffly: "I ordered it." ”

"Have you ever said goodbye? Have you wiped it after burning? Zhuang Baoli asked, and walked away again.

Zhuang Xuexia's heart is about to reach her throat.

She stood up with weak legs, and instead of answering Zhuang Baoli's question, she moved to the door of the room.

Zhuang Baoli stood in front of the small table, folded his hands, bowed, and pulled out the bamboo sticks that were inserted.

Zhuang Baoli turned to the toilet, "Have you wiped it?" ”

Zhuang Xuexia stretched her neck and saw Zhuang Baoli take the white rag.

He just picked up the rag and hung it back up.

Turning around, Zhuang Baoli saw Zhuang Xuexia's strange expression, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" Q: Why don't you answer the question? If you wipe it, you wipe it, and if you don't wipe it, you don't wipe it. ”

"Hmm." Zhuang Xuexia replied vaguely.

Zhuang Baoli didn't take it seriously, "Have you done your homework?" ”

Zhuang Xuexia continued to respond randomly.

Zhuang Baoli seemed to understand something, and said with a smile: "Grandma is really fine." The film is okay. She just kept coughing. It will be fine to hang the needle for two days. ”

Zhuang Xuexia didn't answer this time.

Zhuang Baoli touched Zhuang Xuexia's head, "It's okay." It's all offered to the Baojia Immortal. Master Niu said that this family protector can not only drive away evil spirits, but also bless the safety of the family. It's okay. ”

Zhuang Xuexia lowered her head, not avoiding Zhuang Baoli's hand like usual, and disgusted Zhuang Baoli for messing up her hair.

She went back to her room.

"Don't get too late, just rest when you're tired." Zhuang Baoli shouted outside the door.

He smiled, shook his head, and sat down on the couch.

He was tired after a busy day.

The gaze fell on the wooden box.

Zhuang Baoli clasped his hands together again, closed his eyes and meditated, hoping that the Baojiaxian would bless their family with safety and success.

Their family has never been a traitor, and they have been honest all their lives, and they shouldn't be entangled in that kind of bad luck.

Zhuang Baoli sighed secretly.

After struggling for a while, he took out his phone.

opened the search website, but Zhuang Baoli didn't know what to search.

He couldn't lift his spirits and felt uncomfortable.

His gaze fell on the wooden box again.

There's a Baojia Immortal, it's okay......

But his thoughts couldn't help but drift away.

He subconsciously recalled, calculated.

That day...... That year......

That year, he was in junior high school, or high school......

I can't remember exactly......

That day, he ran to that kind of deserted place......

Zhuang Baoli's face sank, and he couldn't sit still.

He exited the browser, clicked on WeChat, and sent a message to Luo Lanjun.

Luo Lanjun was probably playing with his mobile phone, and immediately replied: [There is about an hour left. Sleep first. 】

Luo Lanjun also sent a photo.

Three bags of potions hung from the metal hook above the mother-in-law's head.

Looking at it not much, Zhuang Baoli didn't know how long the infusion would take. Luo Lanjun said for an hour, he should have asked the nurse.

After hanging the medicine, I have to send my mother-in-law home, and then come back, which will take more than an hour on the way.

Zhuang Baoli sent a message and asked Luo Lanjun to take a taxi back.

Luo Lanjun: [It's about the same time to take a taxi]

Zhuang Baoli: [Do you want me to pick you up?] 】

Luo Lanjun: [What do you take?] You're at home with Xiaxia. 】

Zhuang Baoli: [She's fine. Dinner was eaten. I also offered incense, and I wiped it]

When the news was sent, Zhuang Baoli thought of Zhuang Xuexia's usual appearance of holding her orchid fingers and pinching a rag to do housework, and she was a little uneasy.

He put down his phone, got up and grabbed the rag, rubbed it in the water, and wiped the table again. After wiping the table, Zhuang Baoli washed the rag and wiped the wooden box again, the action was crisp and neat, without the slightest hesitation, and he was so skilled that he seemed to have done it many times.

When he had done this, he washed the rag again and hung it up to dry.

When Zhuang Baoli returned to the sofa, he found that Luo Lanjun had sent several messages praising Zhuang Xuexia.

Zhuang Baoli naturally didn't mention the fact that he had reworked again just now, and only echoed Luo Lanjun, and told Luo Lanjun that Zhuang Xuexia was worried about her grandmother's condition.

The husband and wife chatted with each other on WeChat.

Time flies.

Luo Lanjun sent the last message: [The hanging is over. We went back. You go to bed early. 】

Zhuang Baoli glanced at the time and went to Zhuang Xuexia's room.

"Have you done your homework? It's time to sleep. Zhuang Baoli said.

Zhuang Xuexia looked serious and agreed without raising her head.

Zhuang Baoli caught a glimpse of her book arching unnaturally, knowing that there was a mobile phone pressed down there, and he didn't say anything.

The father and daughter washed up and went to bed.

Zhuang Baoli left a lamp for Luo Lanjun.

The light came into the bedroom and abruptly stopped beside the bed.

Zhuang Baoli turned over and turned his back to the light outside.

He was breathing heavily, and soon fell asleep, only lightly.

He still remembers Roland-kun.

Counting the time, she should be back soon.

Thinking so, Zhuang Baoli heard footsteps.

Roland-kun is back.

Da, da, da......

Squeak, squeak, squeak......

The shoes made a soft noise against the wooden floor.

Zhuang Baoli thought that it might be time to resurface the floor at home.

When I was decorating, I didn't understand anything, the floor was paved, and it looked good for the first two years, but gradually there was an empty drum, and it would sound when I stepped on it.

But it is very troublesome to re-lay the floor.

There are so many bits and pieces in the house that need to be removed, and they have to be restored after they are paved.

Last time, I heard from a colleague that I could pry open the floors that made a noise and replace them, which is very simple and I can do it myself.

But how do you get it......

Zhuang Baoli's thoughts suddenly stopped.

The footsteps are gone.

What is Roland Jun doing?

Is it washing in the toilet?

Why is there no sound at all?

Zhuang Baoli opened his eyes.

He felt a man standing behind him.

Is Roland Jun standing behind him?

Why is it motionless?

Why are you standing there?

Zhuang Baoli had goosebumps on his back.

His scalp tingled and he realized something was wrong.

Zhuang Baoli subconsciously held his breath.

He felt he should do something, but, but......

Bao Jia Xian!

By the way, he has enshrined the Baojia Immortal!

Zhuang Baoli seemed to have a sense of courage, and wondered if there was something wrong with Bao Jiaxian.

After all, the amulet that Master Niu gave last time was eliminated by that evil ghost.

With the experience of the past, Zhuang Baoli is inevitably suspicious.

He turned over with all his strength, just as he had used all his strength to walk towards the man who had fallen to the ground many years ago.

So, he made eye contact with a dark shadow.

The shadow standing beside the bed was as black as ink, but it did not blend in with the night.

It stood there, without facial features, without a body, just a black shadow, but Zhuang Baoli knew that it was looking at itself.

Zhuang Baoli stiffened with fright, and felt strange.

The other party never moved, nor did he show his face.

Is it the demon?

Zhuang Baoli couldn't help but wonder.

Could it be...... Bao Jiaxian?

He checked that although Baojiaxian was turned into an animal, they were all humanoid.

Maybe it's the Bao Jiaxian who came out to see himself.

As soon as Zhuang Baoli thought so, he saw the black shadow stretch out his hand.

The blurred hands were as blurry as its face, but the purpose of those hands was clear.

Those hands wanted to choke his neck!

Zhuang Baoli's eyes widened in astonishment, and he rolled over and rolled over the other side of the bed.

He was so embarrassed that he almost fell to the ground, but he dodged the hands.

Zhuang Baoli raised his head, only then did he find that the black shadow's movements were slow and blocked, like a stuck video, and it played intermittently.

The shadow wanted to change direction, to pounce on him again.

Zhuang Baoli remembered the experience of being choked last time.

His eyes widened again, but his pupils were a little out of focus.

Wrong......

That's not right!

The man in the jacket and jeans he dreamed of in his nightmare was...... It's that person.

But the ghost who grabbed him by the neck that day was not that person!

The ghost who grabbed him by the neck looked a little familiar, but Zhuang Baoli was sure that the ghost was not that person!

Zhuang Baoli was shocked to realize that he had been making mistakes all these days!

It's not that man looking for his life after many years, it's another evil ghost!

And he said...... He knew it!

The man! The news clearly says he's a robber!

He is punishing adultery and eliminating evil, and what he has done is obviously a good thing! How could an evil spirit come to him for revenge!

That man has done many evils, and he will go to hell after death, how can he come back to take revenge on him!

Zhuang Baoli thought wildly, and his neck suddenly tightened.

As he wandered, the black shadow had already squirmed in front of him, and the figure passed through the mattress and bed board, and his hands grabbed his neck.