The flames on the table stirred.
"Here we come." A Yan said, and then signaled Lin Yan to pay attention to what was behind him. Lin Yan saw nothing unusual when he turned around, and then he reacted.
Although there were only three of them, there were four shadows on the wall.
Different from the usual quietness, the fourth shadow on the wall is moving non-stop this time, like pacing in the room, at first the movement is extremely slow, then it gets faster and faster, and hurriedly walks straight in one direction for a while , came back for a while, and finally started to circle around.
"He's looking for you." A Yan said softly.
There was also a strange noise outside the door, like a stone falling into the water or a tree branch breaking. After a while, there was a strong wind in the courtyard, and the door and windows were blown loudly. Then there was a knock on the door, as if countless people were waiting to come in, not only the door, but also eager knocking from the windows on all sides. Terrified, Lin Yan turned his head out of the window, facing an old face, and saw an old man standing crookedly by the window, dressed in Qingqi attire, holding a faint green lantern in his hand.
The figures in the courtyard gradually increased.
"Don't be afraid." Ayan held Lin Yan's hand and said softly, "They usually come in at this time to eat the steamed buns in the temple. They are all poor people. Even if they die, there is no one to support them."
Lin Yan felt that even if 2012 was the end of the world, he would not be surprised.
A person appeared silently in the net laid out by the red rope.
In the shadowy candlelight, one could see the man's jet-black hair hanging from his forehead in two sides, covering most of his face. He was tall, with wide sleeves hanging loosely on his body, covered with old Brown blood stains. Lin Yan bit his lower lip and tried his best to restrain his breathing rate. His heart seemed to jump out of his cavity. Almost at the same time, the temple owner stood up suddenly, took out a yellow flag from the table and put it in the incense burner, spread out the yellow paper, and scratched it. His fingers quickly sketched on the paper mixed with blood.
The "person" in the shadow of the lamp suddenly ran back and forth in the house as if he had been offended, and returned when he bumped into the red rope, but he refused to let go, and his steps were eager and staggering. This strange scene made Lin Yan break out in a cold sweat, and a surprised sigh escaped from his throat uncontrollably, "Heh—"
The ghost suddenly raised his head, his disheveled hair covered Lin Yan's fierce eyes, the dark eyes were filled with a strong murderous intent, and they met his gaze! Almost without warning, he turned towards Lin Yan with a stiff body, and rushed towards Lin Yan with a few strides. Lin Yan trembled all over and tried his best to hold his breath. The ghost stopped less than half a meter away from him, and looked around eagerly. , as if losing the target again.
Just when Lin Yan was holding his breath, the ghost finally gave up, turned around and rushed over.
The temple owner began to recite strange incantations, and Ayan joined in. Obviously only two people were chanting, but there were echoes from every corner of the room, the red rope trembled into one piece, and the ghost's steps became flustered, barefooted. The scattered figure slammed into the room like a headless fly, staggering and almost falling to the ground. As the chanting of the mantra became louder and louder, the ghost staggered and fell to the ground as if enduring great pain, crawled for a while and then tried to stand up, frantically and impetuously scanning around the room but couldn't find it. to the target.
The temple master pulled Lin Yan's arm, signaled him to be silent with his eyes, then cut a deep cut on his forearm with a knife, the moment the blood gushed out, Lin Yan seemed to hear the ghost's heavy gasp, Using all fours, he crawled towards Lin Yan from the other side of the room. Every time his body moved, it was as slow as being tortured, but he didn't stop for a moment. A Yan picked up the piece of cypress sticking to the paper figurine on the table, wiped Lin Yan's blood on the red paper, grabbed the nitrate to cover the wound on his forearm, and threw the substitute cypress towards the middle of the room.
The ghost let out a low moan, as if it had exhausted all its strength and rushed towards the cypress on the ground, tearing the paper man on it with both hands. Kneeling and sitting on the ground, bent down and began to kiss it, rubbing the blood-stained red paper with his lips, like holding a lost and found treasure.
The temple master's expression turned vicious in an instant, he picked up the short knife on the table, bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed blood mist on the blade, the blade pointed directly in the direction of the ghost, and the yellow paper on the table had no flame , crackled and burned into a ball of fire, the ghost's whole body twitched violently in the blazing fire, and muffled moans kept coming out of his throat, but he didn't resist at all, he didn't even want to move his body, and hugged him tightly The cypress, with the utmost reluctance and nostalgia, leaned his cheek against it...
The inexplicable shock made Lin Yan take a step back. He had never seen such eyes in his life. They were desperate, crazy, resentful, cruel and deeply unwilling. They stared straight at the wood in his arms, stained with Lin Yan's eyes. blood doll.
A big mouthful of blood gushed out from the ghost's mouth and flowed down the corners of his lips, staining the jade-colored skirts in clusters, the long hair was scattered all over the ground, and was also stained with maroon blood. It was a tragic scene. Lin Yan shook his head in a daze, this is not right at all, there must be a mistake in some link, how can someone who can stare at him with such eyes hurt him...
"Buzz..."
The mobile phone was set to vibrate mode, and the bright white light on the screen seemed out of place in the candle, and a text message popped up: "Grandma's autopsy report has been altered, I hacked into the hospital's filing system, the death time on the autopsy report is the same as the police What was given to us was different, three hours earlier."
Then comes the second one: "I suspect that someone is interfering in this matter, Lin Yan, be careful yourself."
Lin Yan recalled intently, the death certificate issued by the police station stated that Grandma died at one o'clock in the morning, so the actual time of her death was ten o'clock in the morning before midnight. At that time, he was fighting with the ghost in front of him in the elevator. I glanced at the time and it was absolutely unmistakable.
He didn't even have time to think about Yin Zhou's second text message, as if pouring a pot of boiling water in the air, Lin Yan clenched his fists, was shocked by the shocking scene before him, and couldn't speak, swallowing hard in his throat, he was doing What, he stubbornly believes that he can't kill living people who shouldn't be killed, so that means he can beat ghosts who shouldn't be scattered at will!
Like using cubs as bait to catch a female wolf, people's methods are even more despicable than ghosts.
"Stop!" Lin Yan shouted at the temple master.
The temple owner is facing a big enemy: "Shut up! Let it find out and let's finish playing together!"
A Yan also panicked: "Brother Lin Yan, don't make a sound, now, it's too late to stop!"
The temple owner's eyes showed murderous intent in an instant, and he grabbed the short knife that was sprayed with blood from the tip of his tongue, facing the ground directly. The whole room seemed to be shaken by an invisible giant hand, and the creaking sound came from the window frame. , the eaves, the walls came out, and the wandering souls gathered in the courtyard seemed to be irritated, whimpering, screaming, and wailing sounded together, a cold light flashed on the short knife, and it was about to plunge into the concrete floor, sending ghosts into land!
With a crisp click, the yellow flag inserted in the incense burner broke in two.
The ghost slowly raised his head, staring straight at Lin Yan with a pair of red eyes under his slanted eyebrows.
It only took a moment to make a decision, and Lin Yan didn't know where he had the guts. He tucked his phone into his trouser pocket, and rushed straight at the ghost. One person and one ghost twisted into a ball, and Lin Yan wanted to grab his hand. The cypress wood, but the ghost was amazingly persistent, his hands were firmly digging at the cracks in the wood, no matter how much Lin Yan broke it, he couldn't shake him at all.
Another talisman flame was dazzling, and the ghost in the shadow of the lamp completely gave up resistance, curled up and knelt on the ground, protecting the double between his thigh and chest, like a poor lunatic, full of unwillingness and resentment, and moved backward with difficulty .
Talking about love, who is willing to risk their lives? This desperate ghost is actually more affectionate and righteous than humans.
In a hurry, Lin Yan licked the nitrate on the wound on his arm with his tongue, and bit it hard while resisting the pain. The sour and bitter taste rushed into his throat along with the blood, and the freshly congealed blood was melted by saliva. When he came out, Lin Yan put his arm in front of the grimace, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm here, follow me!"
The ghost looked up at him suspiciously, Lin Yan said softly, "Hey, throw that thing away."
"Let's go."
"Ayan, stop this idiot!"
Lin Yan grabbed the ghost's hand and dragged him up from the ground to rush towards the door, using his feet to scatter the incense ash indiscriminately. The moment the formation was broken, the copper coins that were pressed on the incense ashes bounced straight out. He hurriedly untied the red rope, who knew that the rope was extremely tough, and he couldn't break free for a while.
Lin Yan turned around in a panic, only to see Ayan walking towards him with a pale face, grabbing the talisman paper, staggered and fell to the ground within two steps, raised her sharp face, and said softly with her mouth: "Go quickly."
He was stalling for time, Lin Yanxin bit the ropes with his teeth, and rushed out of the temple gate with Li Gui!
Already there was mourning outside, the mountain owls were laughing slyly, the small courtyard was full of black air, and the crooked jujube tree was as hideous as a dead hand stretching out a hand, it seemed that all the lonely souls and wild ghosts with a radius of hundreds of miles had been attracted. The spirit-calling banners were blown by the strong wind, and there was a drenched female ghost sitting on the well, and "people" dressed as eunuchs in ragged clothes gathered, and paper lanterns were flickering in the air. There is a deep purple constriction on the neck of the man, "I am wronged..."
Lin Yan dragged the ghost behind him and ran all the way to the parking place, and took out the key tremblingly, but no matter how hard he pressed it, the "beep" sound of unlocking the lock would not sound. The magnetic field in the mountain had completely changed, and the remote control had no effect. Lin Yan had no choice but to put the key into the lock with shaking hands, finally opened the car door and threw the ghost into the co-pilot, but the ignition failed three times in a row.
The evil ghost regained consciousness from the pain of the curse, and clasped Lin Yan's throat with its claws, slowly tightening, and a pair of black eyes in the messy hair forced it up...
"You fucking don't know how to drive, so sit down for me and don't move!" Lin Yan yelled at him irritably, "If you strangle me to death, who cares about you!"
The hand on the neck really didn't move.
Sure enough, ghosts are afraid of evil people, so Lin Yan pushed him onto the chair fiercely, and tied his safety belt around his waist: "Just take a gamble, it's too fucking worthless to be killed by this group of braided soldiers!"
He kicked the accelerator hard, twisted the car key, and with a bang, the car started.
"Sit still." Lin Yan curled his lips and held the steering wheel. In the night, the black A4 sped away like an F1.