There are many ghosts and ghosts hidden in the streets and alleys of this city. If you can't see them, it doesn't mean they don't exist.
Yan Yu noticed the yin wind on the back of his neck, but he just thought that he used spiritual blood to draw a talisman. The loss of yang qi attracted some little ghosts, so he didn't pay much attention to it and returned home at a faster speed.
The cardboard box containing the relics was quietly placed in the corner of the desk. Yan Yu sat beside the bed, staring at the bank card. He always felt that there should be a lot of money in it. Can't fit.
Yan Yu asked, "Leave one thousand for me to pay the rent?"
【You can't, dear~】
Yan Yu took a step back: "... Eight hundred?"
【Stabbed—】
Yan Yu: "...Okay, I understand. I'll burn it for him tomorrow."
【My dear~ So cute~】
Yan Yu got up and walked into the bathroom, and closed the door with a backhand slam: "Be good mom."
The room was silent, and there was no sound of footsteps going up and down the stairs for a long time. The curtains by the window fluttered in the wind, and the incandescent lights outside also flickered. Yan Yu seemed to be aware. When he passed the half-length mirror hanging on the wall, he paused and stepped back for some reason.
The water vapor in the bathroom has not dissipated, and the mirror is foggy, and I can only vaguely see the outline of the facial features. I don't know if it is an illusion. When passing by just now, Yan Yu vaguely saw another face from inside...
He stared at the mirror, raised his hand, and the figure inside raised his hand, Yan Yu squinted slightly, kept that posture, and measured it with his fingertips without a trace, and found that the figure in the mirror was shorter than himself, but not Hard to find if you look closely.
With the influx of cold air from the outside, the water mist in the mirror gradually faded, and the scene became clearer a little bit. Just when the face inside was about to show its appearance, Yan Yu suddenly turned around and went out.
The feng shui of this residential building is not correct and the terrain is crowded, which is the most likely to attract evil spirits. In the past, there were many people living here, and the popularity could be suppressed for one or two times. However, the nearby buildings were demolished and the smoke was billowing.
Some supernatural phenomena are unavoidable, but there is no need to see too clearly. Ghosts will create illusions to stimulate people's deepest fears. The more panic you are, the easier it is to give them opportunities.
Yan Yu took out a few broken yellow talismans from the drawer that he had kept for an unknown number of years, and hung a money sword behind the door. Yu didn't take a closer look, and while sticking a talisman on the window, he answered the phone: "Hello?"
"Yan Yu..." The other end of the phone was very noisy, with a piercing electric current, and the voice was intermittent.
Hearing these two words, Yan Yu's fingertips trembled, but the yellow talisman did not stick to it, and fell down from the window. , the scene reappears.
"Yan Yu... Yan Yu... Come out... See me... I'll never lose my temper with you again... I'll wait for you at the station... I'll wait for you... Can you come over... "
Yan Yu closed his eyes and clenched his phone a little bit.
"Yan Yu... I'll be here waiting for you... Come here... I won't break up with you... I'll wait for you... I'll wait for you... I have something very important to tell you... "
Yan Yu opened his eyes, his expression was calm, and he was about to hang up the phone when a faint sigh came from his ear, mixed with a morbid low laugh,
"Well, if you don't come, then I'll have to come by myself..."
As if to respond to his words, the incandescent lamp on the top suddenly flashed violently twice, the indoor wind was violent, the yellow talisman was blown to the ground, and the chill was eroding every inch, Yan Yu had no choice but to raise his hand to block the flying paper. After I noticed that the wind in my ears had stopped, I put my hands down.
He stood in front of the window, the light and shadow flickered, the glass window became another mirror, clearly reflecting the mess in the room, clearly reflecting the figure and face of Yan Yu, and also clearly... his people.
It was a handsome man with long and narrow phoenix eyes, hooked inward and warped outward. At this moment, he was looking at Yan Yu in the glass window with a smile but not a smile. After realizing that the other party's expression was tense, he smiled more and more happily. The brows had a familiar provocation.
It's Xun Chuan...
He put his arms around Yan Yu's neck and rested his chin on his shoulders. If you ignore the blood gushing out of his throat and the hoarse and broken breathing, from a distance, they would look like a pair of people.
Yan Yu didn't move for a long time, like a petrified statue. Gradually, Xun Chuan stopped laughing. His pale and blue fingertips held his throat little by little, tilted his head and asked. Said: "I'm here, aren't you happy?"
Resentment can actually be condensed into an entity...
Yan Yu was choked, unable to speak, only felt a burst of frost and snow behind him, and even sticky blood dripped from his shoulders, and there was a sticky bloody smell between his nose. lips, struggling to spit out two words—
"Happy… "
No one knows if this is true or not.
But as soon as the words came out, the resentment that Yan Yu was about to condense into substance seemed to subside a little, and his breathing became smooth. With the strong wind, he shot out quickly, accompanied by a corroding sound and a harsh shriek, the phantom behind him dissipated instantly.
Taking this opportunity, Yan Yu jumped up from the bed, dodged behind the door, quickly took off the money sword hanging on it, and wiped the residual blood on his fingertips. In an instant, the golden light was prosperous, and the black air that filled the room also receded. A little, can't get close.
"Boom!"
Xun Chuan found out that he was lying to himself, and immediately became extremely annoyed. The indoor lamp fell down, and the wind picked up again. He only heard the banging of ping bells and pongs. Cracks began to appear in the mirror, which slowly shattered like a cobweb, and finally exploded with a bang. Terribly harsh.
Yan Yu held the sword and didn't move.
A low-pitched laughter suddenly sounded in the room, which was chillingly cold. The thick black resentment attacked Yan Yu again and again, but was shaken away by the golden light on the money sword again and again, visible to the naked eye. , that resentment gradually weakened.
The two remained deadlocked for a long time, until a ray of early sun broke in the sky, and the bright light suddenly brightened. Yan Yu flipped his wrist and retracted the sword. The golden light retreated, and the resentment attacked without hindrance. An inch of the place stopped.
Yan Yu raised his eyes and met a pair of blood-red eyes. The resentment and hatred in them was shocking, and it was no longer black and white in his memory.
Yan Yu: "If you don't leave, do you want to be wiped out?"
The sun rose little by little from the sky, and the resentment circled the room a few times, and finally dispersed.
Yan met him and left, his body swayed twice, and finally he couldn't hold back and fell to the ground, his face was almost transparent, and at the same time, a trembling electronic sound sounded in his mind.
[Woooooo that ghost just now is so scary, people are so afraid of woooooooooooo… ]
Yan Yu ignored it and leaned against the door panel to slowly calm his breathing. After an unknown amount of time, a dull sound suddenly came from above his head.
“Boom… boom… boom…”
Yan Yu paused, only to hear an energetic female voice from outside the door: "Are you here! You haven't paid the rent last month! This is not kind, if you don't pay it next week, the old lady can only throw your luggage out. It's gone!"
After a while of cursing, he left soon after. Yan Yu stretched out his hand and took out a cigarette from the bedside table, but he was thinking of something else.
The first seven souls of people who died in vain, the grievances condensed will turn into ghosts, and they will not want to leave. , after all... After all, there is nothing good to end...
Not long after Xun Chuan died in vain, Yan Yu could barely suppress him now, but it was hard to say in the future.
Traffic rolling on the roadside, pedestrians coming and going, ghosts wandering, vendors on the overpass in twos and threes, facing the cold wind listlessly, there are men selling sugar, Miao people selling silverware, old fortune-tellers, and fortune-tellers Yan Yu.
In front of him was a bright yellow yin and yang gossip map, and he was sitting lazily beside him with a ponytail. His handsome appearance made people look back again and again, but it didn't bring him any business.
"Fortune-telling, marriage, weather, 100 yuan a hexagram, if you don't work well, you don't need money—"
Yan Yu shouted for half an hour, but there was not a single guest. Occasionally, two uncles and aunts would rather choose to patronize the poor old man with a withered face.
Blind, does that bad old man have his own handsomeness
Yan Yu sneered, turned up the collar of the black jacket, pulled the zipper, covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes, then continued to lengthen his voice, and shouted half-deadly, "Fortune-telling, marriage, and weather. , fifty yuan a hexagram, no money, no money—"
Still no one came...
"Fortune-telling, marriage, weather, ten dollars a hexagram, if you don't work well, you don't need money—"
Still no one came...
"Fortune-telling, marriage, weather, five yuan a hexagram, if you don't work well, you don't need money—"
Just no one came.
In the blink of an eye, it was dusk, Yan Yu moved his numb legs, and finally drew a five-ghost fortune-fortune formation on the ground with a brush dipped in a small bottle of chicken blood, and then continued to wait for business.
Three minutes later, a young girl in a camel-colored trench coat passed by Yan Yu's stall. Not a single coin fell out of her bag. After several twists and turns, she finally rolled to Yan Yu's feet.
Fifty cents.
Yan Yu thought that his skills might have regressed. In the past, he was too lazy to pick up even ten dollars. He leaned against the railing and closed his eyes, but he listened to all the sounds of the stall opposite.
"Master, you are talking nonsense. My husband and I have been married for less than half a year, and one bad thing happens one after another. It's either a broken leg and hospitalization, or pregnancy and miscarriage. Where can family harmony and good fortune come together."
It was a woman who spoke with a hoarse and weak voice. She even cried as she spoke. Another haggard male voice comforted her: "Forget it, fortune-telling is just for psychological comfort, where is it accurate."
Yan Yu didn't move and continued to sleep.
However, it didn't take long for him to suddenly cast a shadow in front of him, and when he opened his eyes, it was a young man and woman, looking at them in their twenties, but their body was full of black energy, and they were more than ten years old.
The man seemed to want to pull the woman away, but the woman was unwilling and sat down in front of Yan Yu's booth: "Boss, it's a marriage."
Yan Yu stretched out his long legs: "Five hundred yuan."
The man glared at the words: "I just heard you call five dollars a hexagram!"
Yan Yu smiled: "I still called a thousand yuan a hexagram yesterday, whether it counts or not."
The woman's bloodshot eyes widened: "Forget it, as long as you can count, I'll give you a thousand dollars."
When Yan Yu heard this, he tore a piece of paper from the notebook at his feet, and circled the pencil around his fingertips: "Your two birth dates, names."
The woman skillfully reported a series of numbers, which seemed to be not the first time.
Yan Yu lowered his eyes and wrote and drew on the paper. After a little calculation, a hexagram pattern appeared on the paper. The tip of his pen froze for a moment, and then he continued to calculate. The hexagram also has results.
The five elements overcome each other, life and death...
Yan Yu rolled the paper into a ball and looked at the man calmly: "You—"
Turning the tip of the pen in his hand, facing the woman, he spit out two words: "Ke her."
The expressions of the two changed at the same time, but Yan Yu didn't care, lit a cigarette, crossed Erlang's legs and said, "Give me the money."
The man pulled the woman and wanted to leave: "Nonsense! Let's go!"
The woman didn't move, she hurriedly counted a thousand dollars from the bag and handed it to Yan Yu, her spirit was in an extremely abnormal state: "Can you solve it? Is there a solution??"
Yan Yu put the money in his pocket and sat in a different position. When the wind blew, a piece of soot fell: "I don't know."
The woman was about to say something, but the man was annoyed and forcibly pulled her up from the ground: "Are you crazy enough!"