After Ah Miao left, Sang Yu was alone in the living room, and suddenly felt a chill, she ran to the door of Murong's room, slid against the wall, sat on the ground, hugged her legs and curled her body together.
However, the brain kept flashing the shadow in the mirror uncontrollably—the woman with Tang makeup.
Sang Yu hugged her arm tightly: "Murong..."
At this moment, her only sense of security is behind her: Murong's room.
After an unknown amount of time, a burst of music suddenly sounded in the quiet living room!
Ding ding dong dong, soothing and melodious, has reached a mysterious fit with the frequency of the heartbeat. Every note makes my heart tremble. It is the sound of Amin's music box.
"Ah!" Sang Yu screamed, tears welling from the corners of her eyes.
She closed her eyes, blocked her ears with one hand, and touched the doorknob with the other.
The music moved, getting closer and closer, like a three-dimensional surround around her ears.
"Murong, save me!"
Sang Yu was frightened out of her wits, and shouted out the name in her heart, that mysterious roommate who could walk in both worlds of yin and yang even though she had known her not long ago.
Surprisingly, the music actually stopped.
Sang Yu didn't dare to open her eyes, but her other senses became extremely sensitive.
She could clearly hear her messy panting and rapid heartbeat.
The pores of the whole body also exploded, detecting the surrounding dangers.
"Save, save..."
A voice that seemed like a gossamer came directly into Sang Yu's mind.
Sang Yu screamed again. After a while, nothing more terrifying happened, so she suppressed the fear in her heart and opened her eyes a little.
A pair of women's feet came into view.
Snow-white tabi socks, exquisite clogs, red skirt, printed with white floral dots.
"Save..."
The woman's voice was like an old-fashioned phonograph, ethereal and weak.
As her gaze moved upwards, Sang Yu's heart beat faster and faster, and her emotions were on the verge of collapse. When she saw the woman's face, she felt her heart beat abruptly stop for a few seconds.
Thick powder is applied to the whole face, the color is like a wall; the cheekbones are red the size of two coins, and there are only two black dots left on the eyebrows, and a bright red lip is the size of a thumb.
The woman looked at Sang Yu with a strange smile on her face. The red lips seemed to be torn apart at any moment, and turned into a mouth full of shark-like sharp fangs, swallowing Sang Yu in one gulp. .
In the woman's eyes, there is an indelible sadness, two opposite emotions, coexisting on one face; like a puppet manipulated by others, and like a demon with two sides in one body, discord and distortion intertwined into the most beautiful The intuitive horror hit Sang Yu's nerves.
At this time, it might be a blessing if he could faint.
However, Sang Yu is very energetic.
Even though he was on the verge of collapse, there was no sign of losing consciousness at all. He was obviously terribly afraid, but he still looked at the other party without blinking.
Suddenly, the female ghost shed two lines of blood and tears, and drew two bloodstains on her snow-white face, which was shocking.
"Amin."
Leave these two words behind and disappear.
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"Wow... what should I do, where are you, Sang Yu? I shouldn't have left you at home alone. If anything happens to you, I won't live anymore!"
Sangyu couldn't be found inside and out, so Ah Miao sat down on the ground and cried loudly. Although ghosts don't have tears, she still cried decently.
Hao Jiefang smiled and said, "You and that Sang Yu are very close?"
"Of course, we've known each other for over three years, hiccup."
The crying stopped abruptly, and Ah Miao, who was leaking, stared blankly at Hao Jiefang, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Hao... Brother Hao."
"No, I'm an old rascal."
"No, no, brother Hao, please forgive me, we didn't intend to deceive people."
Seeing that Hao Jiefang didn't answer, Ah Miao asked softly in a negotiating tone, "Can I not tell Lord Murong?"
"how?"
"I… "
"Oh, I don't have to take the initiative to mention it. If Murong asks, I won't lie. Find someone first."
Hao Jiefang spread out his palm, and a booklet appeared in his palm. He opened it casually: "It's called Sangyu, right?"
"Yes, from Sacheon, twenty-three years old."
"Her name is not on the dead book, she is still alive, don't worry."
The booklet disappeared. Hao Jiefang held a piece of green talisman paper and recited a spell. The talisman paper burned and turned into several emerald green light spots. After circling the room for a week, he rushed out.
"Follow."
The spot of light drew a circle at the gate of 402 and disappeared.
"People are inside."
Ah Miao rushed into 402 with a stride, the room was filled with a strong smell of burning paper, Sang Yu was sitting on the sofa, opposite A Ming who had seen him at the paper-making shop during the day.
"Sang Yu, you scared me to death!" Sang Yu saw Hao Jiefang following behind, and put away the smile on his face.
"Okay, stop acting, I know you can see me."
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows
A Ming's red eyes never left Sang Yu for a moment, so he naturally caught the change in the other's expression.
"What are you looking at?"
"My friend is here."
"Do you really have yin and yang eyes?"
Sang Yu nodded.
"Then why can't you see Ah Yun?"
"Mr. A Ming, there is really nothing in your music box."
"Impossible! Ayun is inside. She has been unable to speak for a few days. She is just sick, and she is still there!"
Amin growled excitedly, with a ferocious expression on his face.
Hao Jiefang asked: "Miss Sang, can you tell me what happened?"
"Today during the day, this Mr. A Ming brought a music box to Murong's store to ask for help. At that time, the music box was opened and the music came out. Both Meow and I heard it, but Murong couldn't hear it; later...A Meow's soul came out. Qiao, I followed up and looked at it once, and said that I didn’t find any problems. When I was washing at night, I saw a figure in the mirror, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. The music in the music box sounded, and the woman in the mirror also appeared."
A Ming stared in astonishment at Sang Yu who was "talking to himself" in the blank space, and slumped down on the sofa.
"Are you sure you saw her reflection in the mirror?"
"Yes."
"Go on."
"The female ghost said three sentences to me in total. The first two were asking for help. In the third sentence, she said the word "A Ming" and then disappeared."
Hao Jiefang pinched his chin: "Is there any more?"
"By the way, the female ghost is crying, and the tears are red, like blood."
"impossible!"
"No wonder..."
"But Brother Hao, ghosts don't have tears."
Hao Jiefang took out a cigarette and smoked it, exhaled smoke rings, and said slowly: "When a person dies, he becomes a ghost, and when a ghost dies, he becomes a dummy. What Ms. Sang sees is not a ghost, but a dummy."
"Do ghosts die too?"
"Of course, if you change from a ghost to a 聻, you will not belong to the underworld; 聻 is the most tragic existence in a rootless soul, and it is destined to be wiped out. Tears are the most direct way to distinguish ghosts from 聻. Cloud: 'There are tears in the scorpion, and its color is like blood.'”
"Then... how to kill a ghost?" Meow asked.
"In general, there are two types: suicide and homicide; Needless to say, there are many ways of suicide, but there are many ways of homicide, but few people will do it. It is a very cruel and irreversible end to let a soul be 'destroyed' , is not tolerated by the way of heaven; so throughout the ages, many capable people and strangers have the ability to kill ghosts, but few people will do so. Killing a ghost bears more karma than killing a person, and this karma will be accumulated in a person's fate, and the entanglement will be endless."
After Hao Jiefang finished speaking, he spread his palms, and a compass appeared, with dense symbols on it, some of which Sang Yu could understand, while others had never been seen before.
Holding the compass, he floated around the messy room, and finally returned to the living room, his eyes stopped on the mahogany music box on the coffee table, with a bad expression on his face.
"Miss Sang, ask him about the origin of this music box."
"Mr. Amin, can you tell me about the origin of this music box?"
"It's... from my girlfriend."
"What's his girlfriend's name?" The compass in Hao Jiefang's hand turned into a booklet.
"What's your girlfriend's name?"
"...Lin Weiyun."
Hao Jiefang quickly flipped through the booklet in his hand, his face getting worse and worse.
He took out his phone and called Mu Rong.
"It's clear, it's not what you imagined."
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"You go ahead, there is no rush right now, but I have to go back to the underworld immediately."
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"Well, I'm not entirely sure now, it should be."
Sang Yu and Ah Miao could only hear half of the conversation, and they had already realized the seriousness of the problem, and sat aside without even daring to breathe.
Suddenly, Hao Jiefang turned his attention to Sang Yu, who felt his heart tightened, only to hear Hao Jiefang say: "Your roommate is safe for the time being, but you'd better persuade her not to be so nosy."
A picture flashed in Sang Yu's mind: Mu Rong in a black robe, with a stern expression, caring about his own situation in a flat and restrained voice.
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"Um."
"Yeah, I didn't expect it, it's been more than eighty years..."
After hanging up the phone, Hao Jiefang was silent for a long time, sighed, and said: "Tomorrow, remember to confess to Murong about tonight's itinerary, and tell this Amin to take this box to the paper-making shop during the day. At this point, you two don't interfere any more."
The author has something to say: Don't be afraid, I'm here, it's all fake, deceiving, I made it up, be good~