As Liang Qiufeng roared, the movement of the paper brain became faster and faster. The friction of hundreds of pieces of paper made such a harsh sound, reminiscent of the sound of a large group of insects flapping their wings.
The light emitted from the brain became even more dazzling, like a scorching sun, and the surrounding space was distorted. Chen Xiaoling felt threatened, stepped back half a step, and also pasted the talisman paper on himself. The coolness surged through his body, eliminating the scorching heat.
Although she is only from the Chen family's maternal family, she also understands the simple techniques of the aristocratic family, so she has no problem protecting herself if she stays calm.
Lu Yingjiu patted Jing Xian's shoulder and said, "Liang Qiufeng will solve it for you. I'll go take care of the brain."
Jing Xian said: "Why should I be the one to deal with the brain? The brain is much larger than the ghost. According to the principle of correspondence, I should be the one to deal with it, because I am taller, stronger, bigger and more durable than you..."
Road welcomes wine:
He slapped Jing Xian on the back to interrupt him, and said, "If you want to go, go now!"
Jing Xian got what he wanted and looked at the paper brain.
—Quickly welcome the wine and you will understand why Jingxian is obsessed with the brain.
It's because of some bullshit response principle.
Jing Xian held the ball of hair in one hand and easily jumped onto the railing. With one step, the cold wind lifted him up into the air. He looked down at the brain and the countless tumbling and folding papers.
Then he threw out the ball of hair.
The ball of hair fell down in a round shape, and because of its weight, it directly crushed a piece of paper, but at least it stood firm. Bewilderedly surrounded by the self-portrait, he looked left and right.
Then the paper started to be sucked in violently!
I ate with such joy and satisfaction, slurp, slurp, slurp…
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
He looked away in despair.
Looking back at the corridor, Liang Qiufeng was still furious.
When Lu Yingjiu got closer, he noticed that he was holding something like a baton in his hand, and with a light swing, the solid ground was broken into pieces. He stared at Lu Yingjiu, intending to smash his head with this thing.
Lu Yingjiu took a deep breath, calmed down the anger that wanted to beat Jing Xian, drew out the short knife, and gradually quickened his pace...
Go faster and faster. Go faster and faster.
He took big steps and suddenly jumped up when he approached Liang Qiufeng!
The baton just passed under him, and the sharp wind lifted the corner of his clothes, revealing half of his white waist. He jumped at the perfect height, a little lower and the baton would hit the corner of his clothes, but he definitely jumped a little higher, so stingy and confident that he would not do even the slightest bit of unnecessary work.
He flipped his baton and the blade fell in a perfect arc.
Cut Liang Qiufeng's throat.
Large amounts of blood gushed out from the wound, and the smell exploded in the air. The evil ghost's attack slowed down, and its upper body made a strange gurgling sound and twisted 180 degrees!
If an ordinary person were to twist like this, their spine and nerves would have been broken into pieces and they would not be able to move. But Liang Qiufeng did not even slow down a bit, and the stick went straight towards Lu Yingjiu!
In the air, Lu Yingjiu had no leverage at all.
There is no way around it.
His expression changed, and he made another gesture. Two thin pieces of paper slipped out from his sleeves, and in an instant they stood up into the shape of paper figures. They flew up with the strong wind, spinning and landing on the baton.
Then they took big steps and ran along the baton to Liang Qiufeng's wrist. One on the left and one on the right, they stretched out their hands to clamp his joints and twisted them hard.
“Click!”
The entire wrist was twisted a full circle! Liang Qiufeng's right hand drooped limply, and then he grasped the weapon firmly. The baton flew out and blew up the corridor fence, and then stabbed it hard into the ground on the first floor. The 10-centimeter baton was almost completely embedded, and the marble floor cracked inch by inch.
The paper man's movements seemed light and fluttery, but they were actually extremely fast. The entire process took no more than half a second, and there was no ambiguity when he twisted his wrist.
Lu Yingjiu landed steadily on the ground, and turned the blade from front hand to back hand. He grasped the opponent's shoulder with one hand like an iron clamp, and stabbed it into the heart with the other hand, and turned it fiercely.
The runes on the blade suddenly lit up, and the power of the talisman surged, contaminating the ghost's blood.
Liang Qiufeng's face immediately burst with black, snake-like veins, spreading down to his neck, chest, limbs, and all over his body. Yin and talismans fought in his body, and his body was under the force, and his heart was about to burst. At the critical moment, he reached out to grab Lu Yingjiu, his nails were as sharp as blades, and the cold light was like a knife!
A large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth again, dripping onto the ground.
His eyes were empty, as if some emotion surged up, and he shouted vaguely: "Dongdong, Dad misses you so much."
After saying this, the outstretched hand paused.
He actually carefully put away his weapon-like nails.
- Even though Lu Yingjiu's dagger was still stuck in his heart, he was still cautious and wanted to touch Lu Yingjiu's cheek with his hand.
Lu Yingjiu then thought of Liang Qiufeng's son Liang Dongdong, who committed suicide due to depression.
If Liang Dongdong were still alive, he would be much older than me.
There was no expression on his face, but his heart softened.
Perhaps all parents in the world are roughly the same.
He thought of Zhuang Xue, of the warm yellow light in the old house, of her soft humming as she arranged flowers, of the faint fragrance on her body, and of the foxtail grass in the vase, swaying in the wind, so fluffy and pleasing.
So he stood there without moving.
He let Liang Qiufeng's hand gently rest on the side of his face and smiled weakly: "Dongdong, Daddy is so happy, you have grown so big..."
Complex emotions flickered in those cloudy eyes.
It seemed as if at this moment, he really came alive.
However, the evil spirit's awakening is short-lived and fleeting.
Complex emotions were instantly swallowed up by brutality.
Everything happened suddenly. Liang Qiufeng's face was fierce and he screamed. His hands were no longer gentle as his nails scratched Lu Yingjiu's neck!
Lu Yingjiu had anticipated this and never let down his guard.
He sighed softly in his heart, and took a half step back to avoid the fatal scratch. The talisman paper in his hand ignited with fire -
"Bang!!"
Liang Qiufeng rolled his eyes and fell down.
Chen Xiaoling holding high heels appeared behind him.
The heels of her high heels were more than 10 centimeters high, and they were not bad enough to be called weapons. She usually stepped on them with great force, and with bright red lipstick on, every time she stepped on them it was like she was stepping on the enemy's head.
-You know, she picked these shoes carefully, preparing to get back at the great goblin Jing Xian.
Now she has completely lost to the big goblin.
But the high heels actually landed on the enemy's head.
Lu Yingjiu clearly saw that the heel of the shoe was stained with blood, which was dripping down hideously.
Chen Xiaoling threw her high heels on the ground, gracefully bent her right foot with the high heels, and tied the strap with a light hook of her hand. Liang Qiufeng was still struggling at her feet, making a hoarse roar and reaching out to grab her feet.
"Do you think you can touch my sister's jade feet?!" Chen Xiaoling sneered, raised her foot, and stomped on his head without any rudeness.
This kick is very powerful.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Liang Qiufeng died quickly, at the speed of light.
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
Too violent.
After Chen Xiaoling dealt with the evil spirit, she felt refreshed. She was a little upset because of Lu Yingjiu's incident, but now she felt completely relieved.
She clapped her hands and asked Lu Yingjiu, "Are there any more ghosts to deal with?"
Lu Yingjiu looked back.
The ball of hair is still devouring the giant brain - if this brain is made up of a self-portrait, the scene would be terrifying.
Sharp pieces of paper kept flying towards him, but they were all torn into pieces by Jing Xian's cold wind.
Maotuan was protected by Jingxian, and he ate with peace of mind. He ate more happily and soon ate most of the head.
Chen Xiaoling said: "Are you two abusing me? I look like I haven't eaten in my life. I've even started eating paper. How pitiful."
"I'm really hungry." Lu Yingjiu said, "I haven't eaten for more than a few minutes."
Chen Xiaoling: “…”
Papers were flying all over the hall.
The entire brain fell apart, leaving only countless pieces of paper flying in the air.
As the shadow disappeared, the flesh-and-blood walls around it slowly sank.
The exit of the Rainy Day Museum appeared in front of everyone.
The exhibits are quiet and intact, the writing on the wall is still clear. In the center of the hall, the self-portraits of the patients have been restored, quietly bathed in the moonlight.
The furry ball was chasing a piece of rotten paper with a howling sound.
Lu Yingjiu jumped down holding the railing, picked up the fish, and glared at Jing Xian fiercely.
Jing Xian knew he was in the wrong, and just as he was about to speak, Chen Xiaoling interrupted them: "Hey, hey, hey, let's just wait and see what happens. Let's get out of this crappy place first. I don't want to stay here any longer."
She walked towards the door first, muttering as she walked: "You want to trick me into staying and eating dog food? You wish..."
…
After leaving the rainy day museum, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse outside.
There was no light anywhere except in the ticket office where the lights were on. The old man there was sleeping soundly with his glasses on.
It's almost closing time now.
Looking back, the museum was quiet, as if nothing had happened.
"This is a great museum," Chen Xiaoling finally said. "Future visitors will like it."
"Yeah," Lu Yingjiu nodded, "If Liang Qiufeng is still sober, he will definitely be happy to see more people coming."
They did not alarm the old man and quietly went out.
Following the route he took during the day, through the streets and alleys, Lu Yingjiu found the location of the homestay that caught fire.
The ruins of the fire have been cleared, leaving charred marks on the ground, and one can still vaguely feel the shadow - although Liang Qiufeng is dead, the souls of the tour group are still lingering here.
Lu Yingjiu placed talisman papers around him, eight in total.
After everything was arranged, he made a decision.
The talisman paper burned in this windless night, quietly and slowly, with the orange-red flames licking the night sky.
The shadow was slowly dissipating, and the charred ground was also fading a little.
This time, because there were five ghosts, the process of dispelling them was a bit slow. In the night, Jing Xian stood beside Lu Yingjiu. When a gust of wind blew, he smelled the fragrance of Lu Yingjiu.
He took a half step closer, took Lu Yingjiu's hand and whispered, "The night market here is famous, it's just a few kilometers away, do you want to go there later?"
Lu Yingjiu glanced at him.
He was still eating waste paper in the hairy ball and just snorted as a sign of agreement.
Chen Xiaoling was waiting nearby in her skirt. She was quite insect-attracting, and she used a magazine to fan away the flying insects while cursing.
When she slapped the first mosquito and wiped her hands with a wet tissue in disgust, a strong wind suddenly blew over the ruins of the guesthouse, as if something was whistling over their heads.
The talisman paper just burned out.
Lu Yingjiu said, "They have already left, so we can go too."
They returned along the same route.
There were a few pedestrians on the street, all in a hurry, unaware of what had happened today. They hailed a taxi at the street corner, and Lu Yingjiu told the driver that they were going to the night market.
The driver drove through the streets with familiarity. This was a busy downtown area, and there was a bit of traffic jam on the road. From time to time, shrill horns were heard and the lights of the cars merged into a sea.
In the car, Lu Yingjiu sent the photos of the formation to Chen Xiaoling and asked her to check if anyone knew why the Zhang family wanted to go to the ghost world.
Chen Xiaoling blinked and said, "Leave it to me. Hey, I'm still so worried about you. What will happen to you suddenly?"
She curled her long hair, which had just been permed. "I rarely see you explain things to me clearly. There must be something wrong when things are abnormal."
—Lu Yingjiu never told her that it was the will of heaven that wanted to put him to hell.
It's not a deliberate concealment, but it's really helpless.
One night when they had just left Jianjia Middle School, the energetic Jing Xian had just finished playing with him. Lu Ying was so sleepy from drinking that he became even more groggy after Jing Xian dragged him to take a hot bath, and he just wanted to sleep.
The bed was soft, and he leaned dazedly in Jing Xian's arms, allowing Jing Xian to stroke his temples over and over again with his fingertips.
Not knowing how long it had been, Jing Xian asked in a low voice: "Are you still awake?"
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
Lu Yingjiu: "... Yeah."
Jing Xian said: "Regarding matters concerning the Way of Heaven, the fewer people who know about it, the better. You should try to bring it up as often as possible."
When this topic was brought up, Lu Ying sobered up.
He opened his eyes and looked at Jing Xian, his voice still sleepy: "Why?"
If you think about it carefully, Jing Xian should have known about his entanglement with Tian Dao for a long time, but he never said it.
"Ordinary people should not be able to see the intention of the Heavenly Dao. If you tell them, it may cause them to suffer disaster." Jing Xian said, "This is why I have not told you."
"But I've discovered it now, right?" Lu Yingjiu rubbed her body lazily in his arms.
"That's the same." Jing Xian gently stroked his black hair again and kissed him lightly. "You found the clue yourself. This is destiny. But the others... The others were supposed to be involved in this matter. The more they know, the more dangerous it is."
At this point, Lu Yingjiu finally understood.
It was nothing more than the arrogance of Heaven, allowing others to know his thoughts, pry into his secrets, and covet his majesty. If he told others without authorization, he would go against fate and bring bad luck.
Speaking of this…
Lu Yingjiu thought for a few seconds and said, "I have investigated the matter of 'The Time Has Come' before. However, many people from the noble families don't know about it at all. At least I haven't found any signs."
He continued, "At present, the only people who know about this matter clearly are Chen Minlan, Zhang Nianyun, Chu You, and possibly Ye Deyong. The secret seems to be kept among a few people."
"I was wondering why they didn't tell the rest of the family and kept the secret to themselves. If we want to achieve our goals, it's obviously better to rely on the power of the family. I'm alone, and no matter how powerful I am, I can't fight against such a huge system."
"Now," he looked into Jing Xian's dark eyes, "I think I understand what you said. If they take the initiative to tell this matter and spread the information, it will harm their own family."
"Yeah." Jing Xian responded in a low voice, "Now that they know about this, has he suffered misfortune?"
Chen Minlan's family was wiped out, and even her junior high school grandson was not spared. Zhang Nianyun committed suicide in the deep mountains and forests, and his ghost has been wandering in the mountains for decades. Chu You, as the head of the family, fell seriously ill early and spent half his life in dementia.
No matter how you look at it, it's a tragic and lamentable fate.
Lu Yingjiu gave a bitter smile: "They did a good job protecting their relatives. What is this, some kind of personal heroism? If I really want to investigate, I can't vent my anger on other people. If they get their wish, everyone will be happy - they will shoulder the burden, and even if other family members get benefits, they won't have to do any sins."
Jing Xian was speechless. He reached out his hand and smoothed his slightly frowned brows bit by bit.
This trick of welcoming guests on the road has always been effective.
As expected, he relaxed his brows, hugged Jing Xian back, kissed him on the corner of his lips, and said with a smile: "Okay, I will be very happy. I know you protected me well before, and you will do so in the future."
After he said this, he was about to go to sleep, but he didn't expect that this kiss would wake Jing Xian up.
—Spiritual in every sense of the word.
So I drank a lot of wine in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep.
They made such a big noise, with their skin rubbing against each other and their bodies touching each other, that even his pajamas were stained with the cold fragrance, which lingered for the entire day.
My consciousness returned to the taxi heading to the night market.
There was a traffic jam outside the window. Looking at Chen Xiaoling and answering the questions she raised, Lu Yingjiu, like Chen Minlan and the others, chose to remain silent and conceal the truth.
He just smiled and said, "It's no problem, don't worry."
"Really?" Chen Xiaoling raised his chin and said suspiciously, "Okay, then I will believe you for now."
After being stuck in traffic for a long time, the car finally arrived at the entrance of the night market.
Jinfang City is famous for its night market, and there are many more tourists than on the road just now.
The lights are bright and there are endless streams of people walking by.
Lu Yingjiu looked out of the car window and could see bustling shops on both sides of the road.
The flames roared, and the grill master was sweating profusely, constantly turning the fat beef and mutton skewers until the lean meat was brown and the fat was golden. The aroma of sugar water filled the air, and milk, sago and double skin milk were lined up in a row. Purple taro balls and caramel pearls could be seen through the bottom of the plastic bowl...
In addition, there are all kinds of food shops.
Chen Xiaoling's eyes widened as he watched.
—It’s not that she wants to eat it, but that the food is beautifully packaged, and it’s obvious that it’s designed for tourists to take photos. And she is a typical WeChat Moments fanatic, and she feels uncomfortable after posting five or six posts a day.
This night market is a perfect place to perform.
She hurriedly got out of the car and said, "I'm going to take pictures, you two can take your time!"
After saying that, she walked briskly in her high heels and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
Lu Ying drinks and holds his forehead.
He and Jing Xian got out of the taxi and squeezed into the crowd.
The smell of food lured Maotuan out, and he lay on Jingxian's shoulder, wagging his tail and looking around.
Jingxian always buys a few copies every time he buys something.
One for yourself, one for the road welcoming wine, and one for the Maotuan.
But in fact, he was very partial. Every time he got the food, he would push Mao Tuan's portion into Lu Yingjiu's bowl.
Perfect braised pork with a good balance of fat and lean meat.
Sweet and delicious mango sago.
Crispy fried squid and baked scallops.
Lu Yingjiu kept saying that it was enough, and Jing Xian even passed the food in his bowl to him, saying that he needed to replenish his nutrition and improve his physical fitness. Every time they made love in bed, they would almost fall asleep.
Lu Yingjiu held his forehead and said, "That's because you do it all night long. Who can stand it?"
Jing Xianguan was very happy and gave him more food to add to his future night.
Lu Yingjiu had a big appetite to begin with, and finally a cycle was formed where Jing Xian kept passing delicious food to him. He ate a little and fed the rest to Maotuan - he fully played his role as a trash can and happily ate it all.
Just walk slowly and stroll slowly.
After swallowing a large elbow grease, Maotuan suddenly burped loudly.
"Hiccup—" he said, "Ahhhh."
Lu Yingjiu immediately became alert: he had never heard Mao Tuan make such a sound before!
Could it be that...
Could it be that my digestion is good? !