"Is this footsteps a human or a ghost?" the fat man asked faintly.
I frowned. "It's not like a person or a ghost."
The fat man was puzzled, "Brother, how do you feel that your words are similar to farting, what's the matter?"
"Open the sky eye." I crossed my fingers and separated. After chanting the spell silently, my five fingers merged and separated quickly, biting my finger and squeezing a drop of blood into the middle of my forehead.
"Brother, I think you bite your finger every time you do it, and you probably bite your hand." The fat man laughed.
"While going, it's such a process. The yang blood of the middle finger and index finger is needed to push the Dao technique to take effect. You think I think it is. I don't feel better with my fingers. I'm afraid I will get tetanus." I am right. Scolded the fat man.
The fat man didn't answer his lips, and hurriedly asked if he could see anything after he opened his eyes.
I opened my eyes wide and looked at the place where the footsteps were made. The sound was still there, but I didn't see any "things". Did I fail to open the sky? No, I have used this trick so thoroughly, how could it not work
"What's the matter?" The fat man asked quickly as if seeing my face was wrong.
I waved my hand: "It's very strange. The eyes of the sky are open, but I don't see anything, but the footsteps are clearly beside us, why can't I see it?"
"Could it be that you failed to open the sky?" the fat man asked.
I shook my head and said that I didn't know, but I vaguely felt that it was not that simple, and it was so strange that it made my scalp numb.
"Let's pull it down, my fat man must go out at critical moments. Fortunately, every time I come out, just in case, I always bring a bottle of bull's tears." The fat man took out a small bottle of eye drops from his pocket, which contained an unknown ** .
There are many ways to open the eyes. Dropping ox’s tears is one of them. Wipe the ox’s tears on the eyelids to pass the Yin and Yang and see things that ordinary people can’t see. However, this method is very useful for those of us who learn the Tao. Disdainful, not to mention that Bull's Tears are extremely expensive, and they may not be willing to use them if they are willing to buy.
The fat man put the bottle of bull's tears in his palm and boasted: "Do you know how much this little thing costs? It took me ten thousand yuan, and I have been reluctant to use it after buying it. Today it finally came in handy."
"Then hurry up!" I have only heard of it, and I have never used Bull's Tears.
The fat man squeezed a little out and dropped it on his eyelids, then carefully handed it to me, and told me not to use too much. He hurts and hurts. This lover of money is really speechless.
I followed the example of Fatty. I dropped the bull’s eye tears on the eyelids. Some of them slid down along the eyelashes. I blinked a few times subconsciously, and some water beads instantly entered the eyes. I don’t know how long the Fatty had left it. It hasn't expired. After those bull's tears entered my eyes, it was severely painful and sticky. It was very uncomfortable. I didn't dare to rub it, and I regretted dropping it. Fortunately, it was all right after a while.
"Fatty, how is it, do you see anything?" After my eyes recovered, I quickly asked the fatty.
The fat man kept blinking his eyes, and then cursed with a dazed look on his face: "Nothing, is this bull's tears fake? Grandma, a bear, I will go to him tomorrow to settle the account, and dare to sell me fakes." ." Jinsha Chinese
I looked at the place where the footsteps were made again, and still didn't see any "things", as if the footsteps were made out of thin air.
"It shouldn't be the issue of bull's tears. It may not be a ghost. We don't need to be horny." I said.
"But this sound of footsteps..." The fat man didn't finish his words, and suddenly the strange footsteps disappeared, making the fat man tremble and looking pale at me.
At this moment, a voice rang around us, "Where did you go? Where did you go?"
The voice is a bit quieter than the sound of footsteps, but it is very clear, and the fat man and I can hear it clearly.
Soon after the sound fell, the sound of footsteps rang again. At this weird moment, I guess the fat man was just like me, his whole body's hairs were standing upside down, not because we were afraid of ghosts, but because we couldn't find out whether it was man-made or ghost. This is a weird thing that makes the scalp numb, cold and sweaty.
"Brother, although we can't see ghosts, I'm sure that there is definitely something dirty here." The fat man said pale, let alone him, even I was a little bit scared, fear stems from the unknown, now I am Even if I saw a hundred ghosts, my eyebrows wouldn't be frowned. What frightened me was that I didn't know what the other party was.
Whether it is human or ghost, I decided to do things indiscriminately in front of the air here, to see if I can force something out.
I waved the mahogany sword and wandered around where the footsteps were made, and then the yellow talisman and phantom coin in my hand were thrown out at the same time. When the mahogany sword passed through a few yellow symbols, I shouted: "Old Jun Zhen burns yin and yang, and ghosts appear invisible."
Immediately, those yellow symbols made a "poof", emitting a dazzling firelight. I pointed to the firelight and shone it around. I still didn't see any ghosts. The footsteps remained the same. The weird sound of "pegging" kept in my mind. Back to **.
"What the hell is this special?" I finally couldn't help it, and burst into a swear word.
The fat man quickly persuaded me: "Brother, we can't find the clue, shall we not withdraw? Go back and think of a solution, and come back tomorrow night."
The fat man’s words also make sense. If I can’t find the root cause of the incident, it’s useless for me to dance here like a beaming clown, and this factory building is really a bit dangerous now. I saw that the top piece has been burned just now. The scorched big rock talked and stopped, as if it would fall at any time.
Just as we were about to evacuate, suddenly something fell from my backpack and made a "ding" sound.
This was an accident, but something strange happened to me. The sound of footsteps stopped, and it never sounded again, as if suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
I picked up the thing that fell out of my backpack. It was a small octagonal bell. It was used to hold ghosts and call souls. Because I didn’t see any ghosts, I didn’t take it out. I kept my backpack. Sometimes I forget its existence.
"Hey, brother, it's weird. After your bell rang, the footsteps disappeared. Is it a coincidence? Or is there another reason?" The fat man asked curiously.
Facing the fat man’s problem, I can only shake my head. If it is not a coincidence, it means that this bell has an effect on things that make the sound of footsteps. Then what is it that can react to my bell
The role of bells is to fix ghosts and call souls. We haven't seen ghosts. Could it be souls
(End of this chapter)