Bai Wu was still confused, couldn't figure out what Lan He meant, and even thought that the yin was so strong that Lan He, who had never believed in evil, also saw the ghost, and it also appeared, so he said to Lan He: "I won't let it go. , don't be afraid, I'm different from them, I'm here to protect you, don't you remember me, I'm... "
Its black bean-like eyes revealed very human humiliation: "I'm Yiping!"
Lan He: "..."
Lan He: "...I know."
Know? Bai Wu still didn't understand.
Lan He put his hands down, grabbed its two claws, picked up the whole huge hedgehog, and put it aside, "Let's leave it to me next."
Then Lan He sat up, or rather, got up in the way of a soul.
Bai Wu was still confused at this moment: "Why did you suddenly die? Scared to death?"
No, it mustered up the courage to repay, why did Lan He still die.
The female ghosts are also a little confused, but the living people are dead, and there are hedgehogs, they look at each other, continue to approach, and say to Bai Wuyou: "Come on..."
Lan He's expression was indifferent, neither dodging nor avoiding, walked over to face him, and drew out a fan: "Come on!"
Female ghosts: "..."
It can be seen that the original fierce expression began to crack and gradually panic. It is conceivable that he has not completely lost his mind, and the fan who recognizes the evil will still be afraid.
Lan He walked faster and faster, although there was no sound of footsteps, it brought a great sense of urgency, especially when he took out the paper again, exuding a sense of justice.
The female ghosts were completely pale, and their formations were scattered. They pushed and squeezed. They didn't dare to turn around to pick up the embroidered shoes when they were lost. They ran around and screamed, "Help! Help!"
Lan He kept chasing for more than 200 meters, and a fan slapped one of the female ghosts against the wall, but the other companions ignored it and continued to flee. She fell to the ground, holding her face and crying.
Lan He walked closer and saw that she was still crying: "Look up, I'll ask you something."
The female ghost raised her face, revealing two bloodstains under her eyes.
Lan He: "...Forget it, you cover it. Let me ask you, have you ever seen a living soul in black and wearing a rosary be arrested?"
The female ghost nodded: "There are two people in black. One of them is exactly as you described, but the other one can't see his face clearly. It's just that the evil spirit is very strong. We don't dare to approach."
Lan He: "Where are you going to see clearly? You have lived here for a long time, you should be familiar with it, show me the way."
The female ghost trembled and confirmed to him, "You are impermanent, right?"
Lan He didn't wear a hat either, but the fan could already prove his identity. He also did it on purpose. Wearing the hat would reveal his identity. He is still famous in the underworld. "Yes, what?"
Impermanence is not the only Lan He, so admitting it doesn't matter.
The female ghost breathed a sigh of relief: "You are fierce... You look like the one who has been making a lot of trouble in the underworld recently. I'm a little scared."
Lan He was startled and asked, "Have you seen Sun Wukong?"
The female ghost said blankly: "Who is Sun Wukong? I said that the eldest master from the Yin Division of Dongyue."
Lan He: "..."
How did you do it? I heard that the last time I heard that I was scolding ghosts in the Mulian play, which is relatively a restoration of the truth. He tied the female ghost in place with a paper rope, fearing that she would run away, "Come on, sir and I are not in the same unit. Wait, I'll come right away."
Lan He turned back, but Yiping was nowhere to be seen. He let out a "huh" and called out strangely, "Yiping? Where are you?"
No reply.
Lan He searched around and finally found Yiping. He was lying flat in front of the sightseeing car, with his hands clasped on his stomach, his eyes closed, and his face peaceful.
Lan He: "..."
If this is a painting, then its name should be "Waiting to Die".
In fact, this was also within Lan He's expectations, "Why don't you lie here for a while, I still have something to do, I'll go first..."
Bai Wu: Still peaceful.
The moment Lan He took out the revival fan, Bai Wu felt that he no longer existed.
At this moment, before his death, countless moments of getting along with Lan He flashed in his mind, and every time he recalled a little more, his thorns seemed to grow upside down, stabbing back into his heart. This is the one who stabs people, and people are constantly stabbed.
Its benefactor is actually impermanent. In other words, he must have been able to see and hear himself...
Bai Wu could not have imagined that there are such people in the world who love to act.
Empress Taishan is on top. It's not that she doesn't want to promote good morals. Baimen is so difficult to be born, so let it go.
Anyway, no one will drive this car at night. Besides, it's all serious, so it's not so easy to be crushed to death. Lan He squatted down and put a sticker on her body and wrote a talisman.
Only a sob could be heard, but she turned her head to see that there was no movement, and after a while, a tear slowly flowed from the corner of Yiping's closed eyes.
Lan He: "..."
Lan He thought, the only thing that can make Yiping give up her suicidal thoughts is probably...
"I'm sorry, I wanted to hide it from you until you left. I didn't expect to encounter such a situation today. Just now, I actually wanted to fulfill your wish and get a God of Wealth Building. Since you are so uncomfortable, then this matter Just pretend it didn't happen, I won't tell anyone, and you forget it, I don't need you to repay, how about it?"
Bai Wu's lips moved slowly: "Then do you have a courtyard house?"
Lan He said expressionlessly: "No, I can't live in an 80-square-meter apartment."
Of course, being a home immortal is better than being a wild immortal. He has never lived in the God of Wealth Building in his life, even if he is about to die... Bai Wu thought for a while, then slowly got up, his eyes were dull and said: "Then I will die a few days later. ."
"...No hurry, you can rest here first, I just told you. I still have to save people." Lan He stopped, "In your eyes, three or more people are crowded."
Bai Wu hesitated, but silently walked behind Lan He.
Although Lan He has killed its soul, but if he is not around to protect it, what happens to Lan He if his benefactor is gone without the God of Fortune Tower, what should he do.
…
Lan He hid his body and put on the talisman, and the female ghost led the way and continued to go to the palace of the prince, but this time it was floating, and the speed was naturally faster.
Halfway through the pond, you can also see a female ghost sitting by the pond, and the smell on her body is completely different from that of the hanged ghost. Usually, ghosts who die on the shore have paper dust on their bodies, while those who die in the water have sheep's shyness.
Looking at it this way, what Yu Hangjia said is not bad, there are many ghosts here, some died on the shore and some died in the water.
"I don't know where they went after that, but it's not big here, maybe it's..." The Hanged Ghost was talking when snow suddenly fell in the sky.
Lan He was stunned for a moment and looked up at the snowflakes that were all over the sky. It's not winter yet...
When the "snowflake" fell on Lan He's hand in the dark night sky, he realized that it was not a snowflake at all, but a piece of white paper money with round square holes, about three inches in diameter, just looking at it from a distance in the air like snowflakes.
"I haven't seen a scene like this for a long time..." the female ghost murmured, showing a nostalgic look, "Many years ago, when I was at my funeral, someone held a large string of paper money, and asked someone with strong arms to put the paper money high. Raised high and overwhelming, as if it were snowing."
Yellow and white paper money corresponds to gold and silver respectively.
When Lan He was feeling strange, he heard a voice from out of nowhere: "The four corners are with the husband, the back is slapped, and the master of the family will reward you with ten coins! The aunt of the family will reward you with eight coins..."
This voice is high and bright, saying a word, there is also the sound of Qi Qi and the number of money.
"How come there is a funeral here? Is it a ghost?" Lan He sniffed carefully, but didn't smell any dust.
Bai Wu and the female ghost were also confused: "It seems to be true, the voice of a living person."
Accompanied by the sound of money, a group of people also came. At the front was a person who was carrying a large string of paper money and waved it with his hand, followed by people holding elegiac couplets, plaques, wreaths, etc., and a few dozen more. Children around the age of 2 wear white clothes, play small drums, and carry colorful booths and other objects. Of course, there are also coffins.
There are always dozens of people in a line, knocking and knocking over.
Lan He saw that there seemed to be people holding a photo in the crowd. He took a closer look, and his back was cold for a while. It was clearly his own face.
The female ghost also took a breath: "Why am I dead again!"
"??" Lan He was inexplicable. Looking at Bai Wu again, he actually covered his heart and said, "I knew I was dead..."
Lan He: "..."
The behavior of these two is very strange. Lan He himself feels very wrong. If it is himself who died, but he is not from the capital at all, why should he be buried in the local customs of the capital, and he is an only child, where did he come from? …
The doubts seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, but he didn't realize that he seemed to gradually lose his emotional ups and downs. Before he knew it, even the initial doubts disappeared, and his footsteps stopped.
Lan He was thinking in a mess, and the group of people looked sideways, with a bright smile on their faces. The coffin carrier patted the red longevity wood, and the coffin lid was opened.
As soon as Lan He saw it, he unknowingly walked in that direction, as if it was his home. The female ghost and Yiping also followed him and walked to Shoucai, Lan He grabbed the Shoucai and climbed in and lay down.
Yiping also jumped in, turned into a big hedgehog, and squatted on Lan He.
The female ghost also planned to climb in, but her legs were half stretched out, but Lan He screamed in agony—Yiping was fine if she sat down, but its thorns were sharp and upright.
Lan He's expression was sober, how could he lie in the coffin
When the coffin bearers saw it, they hurriedly closed the lid of the coffin and fastened it with nails.
Bang, bang, the sound of nailing the coffin is echoing...
In the darkness, Lan He reluctantly pushed aside the ignorant hedgehog, took out Mrs. Hu's nails from her arms, and quickly burned the nails. As expected, her thoughts became clearer, as if the sun was breaking through the clouds.
Lan He kicked the coffin lid hard, and he kicked the coffin lid before it was nailed down. When he got up, he saw what kind of coffin was this. It's some scraps of paper and garbage, arranged in a formation.
Only then did Bai Wu come back to his senses: "What, why are your clothes torn."
"?" Lan He said, "Don't you remember? I thought you woke me up on purpose."
He added a sentence in his heart, or there was a sense of revenge. Good guy, fortunately it's not a physical body, otherwise Yiping will be stabbed, and there is still a way to survive, it will become a sieve directly.
Bai Wu looked at the formation on the ground, gradually woke up, and said weakly: "I don't know, it's just that the subconscious is dangerous, and the thorns stand up."
- If it were normal, his thorns wouldn't be stretched all the time.
Looking at the female ghost, I don't know when I took the opportunity to run away.
Lan He thought about it, based on his personal experience, this psychedelic technique just now used either Huangmen or Humen, which was similar to the previous real person Gua Er.
However, the caster is still much higher than the real person Gua Er. No one has ever been there, and a single formation is far more confusing than Gua Er's illusion.
Bai Wu said blankly, "What should I do now, everyone who led the way has run away."
Lan He relaxed: "No hurry, it should be nearby, otherwise, why are you setting up a suspicion here?"
There was a faint sound of a donkey barking in the nearby garden, confirming Lan He's thoughts, "Let's go."
…
Song Futan held the little lame donkey in his hand, sat on the stone bench, and looked coldly at the black robe who brought him. Although he didn't show his face, he faintly noticed that this was the one who robbed Yan San at Juehui Temple before.
Hei Paoke stretched out his hand and blew his nails. His nails looked very sharp, "...Last time outside Juehui Temple, it was not easy to talk. This time I have a chance to chat with you."
This was also the first time he spoke, and his voice sounded a bit incoherent.
Song Futan ignored it. Among so many evil spirits, Heipao Ke was already considered an elegant one, and he did not intimidate him.
Hei Pao Ke came closer and said with emotion, "I vomited red lotus to recover from my illness, isn't this an opportunity God gave me to swallow the lotus and turn it into a pill?"
He just said so openly, wanting to swallow Song Futan, his fingers crossed the lame donkey's head, the sharp nails and the looming evil spirit made the lame donkey froze and dare not move.
Song Futan said lightly, "Don't touch my donkey."
The black robe glanced at the sign of the paper donkey, and suddenly he laughed lowly, two red lights seemed to light up under the black robe, and his tone was bewitching: "Jun buried under the spring, I will send it to the world... If you want to meet its owner , why not go to Huangquan earlier."
He said, as soon as he stretched out his hand, a thin blade dangled between his fingers.
There used to be many ghosts and monsters who used bloody, weird and terrifying scenes to try to make Song Futan lose his mind. It is best to lose the idea of living, and voluntarily give up his life and discard the rosary.
In this way, they who can't get close to the rosary can get what they want, but Song Futan has never wavered.
And the black robe did not say a word in a loud voice, nor did he make any terrifying illusions, but pointed directly at the heart.
To design a person, it is not necessary to know what he is afraid of, but also what he likes.
Although Song Futan didn't speak, Hei Pao Ke understood: "Did I guess right, you are really shaken, hehe..."
Even if there was only a slight gap, it was enough for him. The red light in the black robe's eyes was even more intense, but it flashed again quickly, and then he turned sideways to dodge.
A chain flew silently, and it failed because of Hei Paoke's advance action.
It was Lan He who was holding the chain at the other end.
Although it is far away, the hooking rope has a certain degree of flexibility. He has also seen Lao Bai and Yan San tied a large number of ghosts with a rope, which does not affect the flexibility.
After Lan He became impermanent, he had an impermanence skill bonus. Even in reality, the ring was perfect, and so far he rarely missed the trick. Seeing that the set failed, he was disappointed and said: "This little animal is quite flexible. "
The black robe looked at Lan He's soul-sucking cable, would he still not understand, he hummed and said, "It's you."
Now that the main lord has arrived, it seems that today, it is impossible to shake the sick red lotus.
What do you mean, recognize me as an underworld? Lan He said: "Yes, I am impermanent, and I will let people go soon. Forgive your eyes and do not know Taishan Yinsi..."
Black robe: "..."
Do you have eyes but don't know Taishan Yinsi? ? What kind of new proverb is this, have you been behind the times for so long
Heipao Ke pressed his doubts and asked Lan He a question that obviously detracted from his composure. He only said lazily: "Then do you know who I am?"
Lan He was also speechless, "Look at your sneaky dress, outdated illusion, it must be the last time you stole the hat."
Hei Pao Ke was startled, "You're not stupid..."
Rely on, really. Lan He thought to himself, since I was on duty, I have known a few ghosts in the underworld, and have seen a few things, let alone you.
But of course I can't say this, Lan He said confidently: "I have tracked you down, I came to catch you on purpose, and I will capture you before you can."
The black robe sneered, not believing it at all.
Lan He shook the soul cable a few times and threw it out again.
Hei Pao Ke has a good idea and avoids it lightly, "I just praised you for not being stupid, why do you still know you can't do it..."
Before he finished speaking, the chain fell directly on Song Futan.
Lan He dragged Song Futan here by the chain, who said that he could only trap the murderer.
Song Futan: "..."
Black robe: "..."
Lan He dragged Song Futan back and introduced him randomly: "This is Yiping, this is Xiao Song." He threw a piece of paper to Yiping, "Yiping, report to Miaoganshan and Yinsi. "
"My name is Bai Wu." Yiping said with tears, squatting obediently to the side to write a letter.
Song Futan: "..." He wondered how he was called Yiping.
Heipaoke was not in a hurry, and said calmly: "Miaoganshan is a fart, I will let you live today."
"You're afraid of Miss Hu at all." Lan He definitely couldn't let him go easily, and threw out the rest of the paper, all of which were taken from Officer Wang.
In order to dodge, the black robe became slower, but Lan He's speed was faster than he thought, and what Lan He said made him very angry: "Who is afraid of that dead fox."
Soon, the black robe understood why Lan He moved so fast.
Lan He stretched out his left hand, but with sharp claws, he noticed a familiar breath on it: "Hu Da..."
Lan He was not polite at all, and greeted his face with his hands. While he was absent, his fingernails hooked his hood and ripped it fiercely, revealing a pair of mutilated plush pointed ears.
"Aren't you Huangmen?" Lan He saw the weasel's ears, which were round, but they usually didn't show it. These ears are more like Humen
Hei Pao Ke simply took off his hood, anyway, he didn't expect to hide it for too long.
As soon as the hood was taken off, Lan He realized that Heipao Ke was somewhat similar to Miss Hu, with a pair of slanted fox eyes with thick... female fox.
No wonder she couldn't find it in Huangmen, it was her trick to confuse people before. Even Hu Qijiu didn't recognize it, it wasn't the Huangmen, but the same sect, and the level of the maze of her cloth was on par.
Her pointed tongue stuck out, sliding over the flesh on her cheek that was scratched by Lan He's fingertips, and her broken ears trembled, "Do you want to stay with me, but unfortunately you only have some skills from her."
As she spoke, she jumped into Lan He's arms, Lan He held it, but it fell heavily on her hand. When she looked closely, what kind of fox was there, it was simply a golden gate.
And the fox, in the form of things, has long disappeared. The art of delusion is really profound.
Lan He asked Yiping in confusion, "Do you know who that is? I think she looks a bit like Miss Hu, and her physical features are obvious."
The ears were so rotten that they were deliberately exposed.
Bai Wu was still squatting on the ground, confused and said, "I've never seen it before."
Forget it, it's no use asking Bai Wu.
After a while, Lao Bai and Mrs. Hu didn't seem to come, so Lan He wrote another letter to urge. Remembering that I still have a dinner party in Xingshuang, I temporarily handed over the golden gate to Yiping for safekeeping. Although it is not a golden mouse, this is also a cultural relic.
As for the rest...
It is Song Futan.
"You... are you eating at Xingshuang?" Lan He turned around and asked him.
Song Futan looked at him a little strangely, but he didn't realize it was wrong: "Well, did you see it?"
Lan He didn't know what to say for a while. Whether to start from the beginning or be straightforward. It seemed that there was not enough time. He simply said: "Let's meet and talk at Xingshuang. I will tell you exactly."
What's the meaning? Song Futan has not been able to escape from his previous thinking.
"Don't leave for the time being when you wake up. I'll give you a surprise when I find you." Lan He slapped him with the revival fan.
Song Futan's soul floated back, something flashed in his mind, trying to capture that little bit of inspiration—
After Lan He returned to his soul, he hurried out, and his footsteps were still a little excited. At this time, the door was already closed, and he still went out over the wall.
Before I got to Xingshuang, I received a call from Chen Xingyang: "Hey, big brother, what's the matter with you, you fell into the toilet? I sent you WeChat and didn't reply, I came to give you paper, and you are not here. ."
He almost thought that something happened to Lan He's quarrel with someone else's box, and he said he didn't drink.
"Ah, I'm not feeling well, come out to breathe." Lan He trotted.
Bai Wu burst into tears again, because in front of outsiders, he found that Lan He was really good at acting... He really acted as if he didn't exist.
How can there be such a person, why is this kind of person my honorable family, we Baimen have lived honestly and resigned ourselves to death... But why, there is such a way of death that destroys the soul in the world.
"Are you okay? Are you taking medicine?" Chen Xingyang asked.
"It's okay, I just ate a bit too much." Lan He hurriedly said, glanced at it, and found that Yiping seemed to be sad again, slipped and knelt aside, ignoring him.
"Come here then, Director Liu is calling to find Director Song." Chen Xingyang seemed to have said a few words to someone and urged.
Lan He: "...Oh good."
They said they were going to go, but they almost forgot about it now. They also made an appointment with Xiao Song just now... Lan He was still excited to "see netizens" for the first time, and now she remembered to go to Director Song Qiyun first. There, it was a little wobbly.
But thinking about going to say hello, it shouldn't take long before you can find Xiao Song soon.
Lan He entered Xingshuang, and only went to the last entry. When he saw Chen Xingyang and the others were already outside, he raised his chin at him, "Let's go."
"Are you also in this yard?" Lan He followed Liu Chunyang into the corridor, and seeing him keep moving forward, suddenly felt a little strange in her heart.
"It's not here." Liu Chunyang rubbed his nose and said that he had knocked on the door twice, pushed it open, and said, "Old Song, long time no see."
Wait, isn't this room...
Lan He suddenly remembered that Song Futan and Song Qiyun were both surnamed Song, and Xiao Song said that he had an intersection with Yu Hangjia, but he never thought about it.
"Let's go." Chen Xingyang thought Lan He was embarrassed and pushed him in.
Lan He's footsteps were floating, and before he regained his senses, he had already entered the room.
Song Futan sat on the side of a small table, his head lowered, and he was still thinking about Xiaolai's words.
When Song Qiyun and his brother-in-law saw Liu Chunyang, they all stood up and greeted each other. The private room became noisy for a while, but he was still sitting in a daze.
Liu Chunyang and Song Qiyun shook hands, Chen Xingyang naturally did not need to introduce, he and Song Qiyun's brother-in-law Dou Qishan had also met, but Lan He was the only one who was born.
Liu Chunyang patted Lan He and introduced them one by one: "Director Song heard that you met once, his wife, this is President Dou, by the way," he shouted mockingly, "Mr. Xuanguang?"
Song Futan looked up indifferently, and saw a famous young man standing beside Liu Chunyang. He was a little thin and his facial features were very beautiful, but it was his eyes that caught Song Futan for the first time.
He has a pair of warm brown eyes, which Song Futan has seen countless times, and it is the first time that he has seen it, and it is more vivid than the cold soul body. With just his eyes, he can also confirm that the other party is that person.
This is the secret he said, and the surprise.
In an instant, it was like the beginning of the snow, and the night was infinitely close to the beginning of spring. The snow melted into a river, and a cold breath flowed into the rose-colored dawn.
Song Futan was stunned for a while, only to feel that the surroundings were covered with hazy mist, and all the movements were unclear.
The young man smiled at him in the crowd, revealing a sweet pear vortex: "Hello, I'm Lan He."
At this time, the voice of the world returned to its original state.
The author has something to say: It's very dangerous, and finally let Gong know Shou's name in 200,000 words