"Huh?"

The fat man almost jumped up, he looked at Feng Yun in confusion and asked:

"Director, what do you mean, we're going to recruit ghosts at the crossroads?"

"That's pretty much it......"

While talking, Feng Yun handed the red rope in his hand to the fat man:

"Tie the red rope to the second knuckle of the middle finger, and all three of us will be connected by this red rope.

It is not known what exactly is in the illusion, but if you feel a tugging sensation from your fingers, it is easy to help you distinguish the real from the false.

The fat man didn't say a word and hurriedly wrapped the rope around his fingers, and Yan Qilin soon did the same.

"Squat down, no matter what happens, and hold your breath as best you can until you can't hold it anymore."

The two squatted beside Feng Yun one on the left and one on the right, and the red rope between them also fell to the ground.

Feng Yun's mind came up with "Folk Knowledge Mastery" and "Tongtian Hundred Cultivation Methods", in which the folk customs and techniques recorded in them flashed quickly in front of Feng Yun's eyes at this moment, and they had already been comprehended.

Without much thought, he picked up a branch and drew a circle in the middle of the crossing.

There is a folk saying since ancient times that before burning paper at the intersection, you need to draw a circle and silently recite the name of the deceased, so that other lonely spirits and wild ghosts will not snatch it.

But Feng Yun didn't recite any names, but after drawing the circle, he began to burn paper.

The firelight flickered on the faces of the three people, and the temperature around them seemed to drop a few points quietly.

"Hoo ......"

The leaves scattered on the ground not far away began to swirl again, and seeing this in his eyes, Feng Yun immediately took out the brush on the side, and after moistening his mouth, he dipped a little cinnabar.

"Remember, the red rope must not be broken, and if it is broken, it may not be able to get out in the illusion.

No matter how realistic the illusion is, there are anomalies, so be careful......"

Feng Yun instructed as he placed cinnabar on the eyebrows of the fat man and Yan Qilin.

For some reason, the two of them felt a burning sensation coming from the center of their eyebrows.

It's as if it's not cinnabar at all, but a flame that is applied to the center of the eyebrows.

After doing all this, Feng Yun's eyes fell on the circle in front of him, and the yellow paper in the circle had turned into ashes at this moment.

He thought back to the folklore and the mantras on the Heavens.

"The spirits of the four directions, the ghosts of the eight directions, come to meet at the crossroads, there is a fire pointing out the yang road, and the night tour of the city god is allowed to ......"

Feng Yun's voice became extremely strange at this moment, he couldn't even hear men and women, and the fluctuations in his tone always seemed extremely strange.

This unique tone is called 'Duan Gong Tone', and it is only used in the event of inviting gods and ghosts and paying hommes. This tone originated in Taoism, but is now used in opera singing.

After all, Feng Yun has the skills of folklore mastery rewarded by "Folk Differences", so this kind of tone, which is difficult for outsiders to learn, is completely easy in his opinion.

The fat man touched the goosebumps on his arm, and looked around vigilantly, for fear that something scary would suddenly appear in any corner.

"Zhuo!"

However, at this moment, Feng Yun suddenly shouted, and then thrust the brush stained with cinnabar in his hand into the ashes in the middle of the circle.

"Hoo ......"

A nameless wind arose, and the ashes flew in sprang up, but strangely, the ashes had been floating around the three of them, but they had never dispersed.

But in this paper ash, Yan Qilin and the fat man suddenly realized that as if something that could not be seen was standing there not far away, and a human figure gradually formed in the paper ash.

"Hold your breath!"

Without waiting for the two of them to react, Feng Yun's voice came immediately, and the fat man and Yan Qilin didn't care about other things, so they held their breath.

At the same time, the two were also surprised to find that Feng Yun's brush standing in the middle of the circle was standing upright at the moment.

The strange scenes one after another made both the fat man and Yan Qilin feel a little uneasy.

They had never had this experience, and they didn't know the doorway.

A feeling of dizziness came unconsciously, and as the fat man's lungs were on the verge of limiting, he finally took a sharp breath when he couldn't hold it anymore at the end.

But at this moment, the fat man's eyes quietly changed.

Feng Yun was gone, Yan Qilin was gone, and only he was standing in the middle of the crossroads at the moment.

"Director! Stuffy gourd! ”

The fat man tried to shout a few times, but there was no response around him, which made the fat man feel very uneasy.

"Didi ......"

However, at this moment, the fat man suddenly heard a whistle, and then a bus came from a distance and slowly turned into Longhua Road.

"That's ......"

The fat man's eyes widened suddenly, and the number displayed on the front of the bus just now stung the fat man's eyes.

Route 444!

"This ......"

The fat man was a little unsure of his situation for a while, is this an illusion? But it's too realistic, isn't it?

With doubts, the fat man mustered up the courage to walk towards Longhua Road, but after entering Longhua Road, the fat man found that there were people coming and going on this road.

There are white-collar workers in professional clothes who seem to have just gotten off work, there are students jumping around in school uniforms, and there are even old people who are hobbling.

Although Longhua Road is still pitch black, it is crowded with people, and there are voices of laughter and laughter all around.

"I'm going? What's going on? ”

The fat man stood in the crowd and looked at the crowd in dismay.

Longhua Road, which was originally empty, was lively at the moment.

"Didi ......"

There was another whistle, and the fat man looked for the sound, but saw that the No. 444 bus was parked in front of the stop sign at the moment, with the door open, and there were still many people sitting on the bus.

It seems that he has been affected by something, and the fat man at this moment is striding towards the bus.

Soon, he came to the front of the bus, and the lights on the bus were very dim, especially in the driver's seat, he couldn't see what the driver looked like.

The moment the fat man stepped into the bus, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his fingers.

"Hiss......"

The fat man subconsciously looked at his fingers, only to see that at the second knuckle of the middle finger, there was a thin line strangulation mark.

It was the red rope that Feng Yun had tied to him before.

This made the fat man's eyes light up suddenly, and the words that Feng Yun had said earlier sounded in his mind again.

Really...... It's an illusion!

The fat man finally understood his situation, which made him feel a little uneasy, but he still walked quietly to the last row of the bus and sat down.

Sitting here, he can clearly see the environment in the car and everyone sitting in the car.

This will make the fat man feel a little reassured.

"Where did the director and the stuffy gourd go, they weren't ...... at such a critical moment?"

The fat man muttered in his heart, and he tried to touch his hand, but found that he could only feel his fingers being tied by thin wires, but he couldn't touch the red rope that should have existed.

The bus started quickly, and the fat man secretly gritted his teeth and thought about it.

It's just that, it's all here, it's a big deal to give up this life.

And the fat man didn't realize that the red cinnabar marks at the center of his eyebrows were as bright as flames at this moment......