"Forget it, I'd better call the thank-you guy." Xia Qiao was still calling someone a savior on the front foot, but he forgot what it was called on the back foot.
When he heard the news, he said brokenly: "What kind of dream operation is a house inspection in the early morning, and at 6:30, I have to send my grandfather's birthday box up the mountain. When he comes back, should I put down the birthday box and introduce the house to him, or should I take it with me? He went to the grave and said. Is that right bro—"
"Brother?" Halfway through he said, he found that the ancestor didn't hear a word, and was frowning in a trance.
"Brother Wen?"
"Brother Wen?"
"… "
"father!"
Wen Shi was finally brought back to his senses by "Father": "What are you doing?"
Xia Qiao: "..."
My stupid mouth.
"If you don't do anything, I'm just curious about what you're thinking." Xia Qiao said earnestly, "A tenant?"
When smelling: "No."
The tenant's mind was very strange, but he focused on another thing-the moment the three-headed monster was swept by the flashlight, he vaguely smelled something.
People's memory of taste is longer than anything else. It is difficult for him to describe it in detail, but he just feels familiar. Familiar to... as if it were part of me.
Wen Shi suddenly got up, took a few pieces of yellow watch paper from the desk case, and tugged two long lines from the edge of Dai Xiao's white linen cloth, and said, "I'll go out."
After speaking, Meteor strode out the door.
Xia Qiao: "???"
He was paralyzed on the sofa for two seconds, then suddenly jumped up, rolled and chased after him and shouted, "Brother Wen, wait for me!"
"Isn't it that you don't go out at night?" Wen Shi didn't slow down, swept around in a circle, and went straight to the east.
Xia Qiao is small and has short legs, so he can only follow him by swinging quickly: "I just stayed at home after the haunting, I was crazy, I have to follow you, I'm afraid."
There are not many residents in this community, but there are many trees, and there are shadows everywhere, as if there are things lying around. When passing by a half-dead tree, Wen Shi easily broke a dry branch as long as the palm of his hand.
He flicked his fingers a few times, and the yellow sheets of paper were folded into different shapes, and they were a simple paper beast on a dry branch.
The two white hemp threads were wound several times around the ends and forks of the dry branches, and the other end was wrapped around Smushi's fingers.
"What do I rely on?!"
Xia Qiao's eyes haven't returned to normal yet, in his current vision, the paper beast becomes alive when it falls! The whole body is wrapped in rusted chains, there is blood on the forehead, and the pupils are all white.
The paper beast snorted on its front hooves as soon as the fingers that were wrapped with twine were lifted. He said, "Origami."
Xia Qiao: "...Am I blind?"
"Aren't you?" After Wen Shi finished speaking, he realized that he opened his eyes for him briefly, "Oh. That's puppet art. Shen Qiao can do that too."
The disciples, disciples and grandchildren he taught will be masters. Of course, he also has his own masters. The person who is most proficient in puppet arts is naturally not the ancestors.
When I smelled it, I dragged the twine and scattered it. The paper beast ran straight out, and the sparks scattered between the chains and the collision!
In an instant, the strong wind swept across!
The sparks splashed, Xia Qiao felt a burning pain in his eyes, he sighed and bent down, tears streaming down his face. He thought to himself that there was such a big movement, didn't the community security come over? !
But after the momentary pain passed, he raised his head against the scorching wind, only to find that the tree shadows in the community were motionless in the whistling wind.
There was a faint roar of a beast in the distance, in stark contrast to the dead and silent neighborhood without lights.
When he smelled it, he pulled his left hand, and the interlaced white twine suddenly straightened. The howl of the beast went from far to near, as if it was being pulled back by someone, and it came to the front in a blink of an eye.
It snorted and threw the contents of its mouth to the ground.
The thick bloody smell dissipated, and the black shadow twitched, completely silent.
Xia Qiao took a closer look and saw that it was one of the three monsters.
Its human face was like a plant withered in an instant, limply drooping to the ground, a waxy white, and its skin was like lifeless cotton wool. Incredibly terrifying.
Xia Qiao took a few steps back, and then he was relieved: "Dead, dead?"
"Hmm" when he smelled it.
"Brother Wen, you can do it!" Xia Qiao suddenly felt confident, "Then why didn't you just kill him at home? You have to chase it out?"
He didn't eat his flattery at all when he smelled it, and said bluntly: "The three are together, it may be you lying here."
Xia Qiao let out another breath.
"And..." Wen Shi tore off the thread wrapped around his knuckles, "I'm hungry, I can't last a few minutes."
The moment the thread was dropped, a handful of open flames suddenly burst into the underside of the paper beast's feet, and in the blink of an eye, only paper ashes and charred branches were left.
When smelling, he squatted down in front of the dead monster and sniffed carefully.
Xia Qiao didn't know why, so he followed, the black mist still lingering on the monster's body, he didn't dare to touch it, so he cocked the tip of his nose not far or near.
"What are you sniffing?" he wondered.
"The smell of the spirit." He said when he smelled it.
"who?"
"I."
Xia Qiao looked shocked: "Isn't your spiritual aspect gone?"
After he finished speaking, he understood. No wonder he would suddenly chase after him. It turned out that this monster had traces of the spirit of Wen Shi.
"What exactly is this? Why does it smell like your spirit?"
"Aunt Hui." Wen Shi said, "Some people will raise something that crawls out of the ground."
Xia Qiao: "Are you crazy? Why do you keep this?"
When smelling: "Steal something."
If it is inconvenient for me, I will send these filthy things out to rummage. They are born with evil spirits, and they like to eat spirits and spirits, including the blessings and longevity of ordinary people.
When I smelled it, I sniffed around, but I couldn't find the familiar smell again, as if it was just a flash in the pan and disappeared.
Although it was expected, he still kicked the thing irritably, and then asked Xia Qiao: "Is there a bottle at home?"
"What bottle?"
"Whatever, just decorate something."
Xia Qiao wanted to say that I dare not go alone. But when I saw the news, my face was full of dissatisfaction, so I honestly went home by myself.
He rushed back at the fastest speed, took a thermos cup, and rushed back at the fastest speed. As soon as she heard the news, her fingers touched the neck of Hui Gu's neck, and the black air that was floating around flowed instantly.
He took the thermos cup and tapped the edge of the cup twice with his fingertips. The black mist poured in like water, and it was full in the blink of an eye.
"What's this for?" Xia Qiao held the full cup like a ticking time bomb.
When he smelled it, his thin lips moved, and a word popped out: "Eat."
Xia Qiao almost went crazy on the spot.
What kind of stuff can you eat
As a result, when he smelled it, he really let him take the bomb home.
"Do you really want to eat this?" Xia Qiao couldn't help asking as he watched Wen Shi sit down on the sofa and unscrewed the thermos cup.
"Yeah." When he smelled it, it seemed like he was used to it. He stained a little incense ash from the incense burner, and then put his fingers into the black mist. The full cup of black mist was sucked into his body little by little.
Xia Qiao suddenly smelled a scent, which was very comfortable and difficult to describe.
After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly remembered the old house he lived in when he was a child. Shen Qiao had planted a lot of white plums nearby, and he didn't know where the seeds were obtained. It seemed that they became a forest overnight.
Sometimes he would sneak in and run around, and the rain hit the white plum forest, which seemed to be the smell.
Immediately afterwards, he realized that the smell came from his body when he smelled it.
But when I smelled all the black mist, the smell disappeared again. His complexion was much better than before. Although his skin was still extremely white and his eyes were extremely dark, he felt a little more alive.
This process is actually a bit scary, like a ghost wearing a painted skin.
For a few seconds, Xia Qiao didn't dare to talk to him or look at him. It wasn't until there was a sudden gust of wind in the room that he shivered, and then he came back to his senses.
"Then, that brother Wen."
"Speak." Wen Shi took a tissue, wiped his fingers that were not stained, and threw the empty thermos back on the coffee table.
Xia Qiao asked as if he had nothing to say, "You said that those Hui Gus were raised by others to steal things, why did you come to our house?"
They are all destitute...
"I saw something, who knows." Wen Shi said.
"The other two... just let them go?"
Wen Shi said, "I left something to follow."
There are traces of his spirit on the three Hui Gus, how could they not follow them? At least you have to know who raised it and where it came from.
After a bit of tossing, the two of them fell asleep on the sofa after a while.
This season, the dawn is a little earlier than the middle of winter.
When he was "alive", his sleep was always light when he smelled it, and he opened his eyes when he heard the faint sounds of birds.
It didn't feel good to sleep on the sofa. He stood up and stretched his neck. Turning around, he saw that on the living room wall clock, the hour hand was just approaching 5 o'clock.
Suddenly there was the sound of flapping wings by the window, he walked over and received a bird made of yellow sheets of paper.
The paper smelled of the Shen family's ashes, which he let out last night to follow Hui Gu.
He folded his hands to put away the paper bird, found a lighter, and lit a red candle. The paper bird was pinched, back and forth on the tip of the fire.
This is what Xia Qiao saw when he sat up clutching the head of the chicken nest.
After a night passed, his eyes had completely returned to normal, and he looked at people and objects as if they were alive. Without the deadness of last night, his mood suddenly improved a lot.
He turned on the headlights and yawned as he asked what was burning.
He didn't answer when he smelled it, because a place name appeared on the paper bird that had been smoked by incense candles.
Xiping Garden.
what place is this
Wen Shi was frowning, but Xia Qiao opened his mouth in surprise: "Xiping Garden?"
"What? You know him?"
"Uh... I can't talk about acquaintance." Xia Qiao said, "I just heard from my grandfather that it is an old-fashioned doll shop. The main thing is that there is some origin behind this shop."
"What origin?"
"Isn't there a Zhang family on the map of the judge's name tree? It is said to be a very large family with a lot of side branches."
He said, "I know."
The earliest ancestor of the Zhang family was just a partial disciple of the patriarch, and he was not very capable. It has grown to be one of the most famous. Because the apprentices are widely accepted and the population is prosperous.
"There is a lot of gossip about this family. I often hear from my grandfather, saying that there is a very bad person in the next generation of the Zhang family. The fate of the gods has caused the father and mother to harm a lot of people. It's true and false. I don't know, it's very mysterious." Xia Qiao stumbled back in thought, "Anyway, no one in the Zhang family dares to accept him, and other homes are far away from him."
"and then?"
"Then... this Xiping Garden is his shop." Xia Qiao asked, "Why is there a Xiping Garden on this paper?"
Wen Shi said: "The result of chasing the dog last night."
Xia Qiao's eyes widened: "So those three disgusting things came from him?"
He didn't say death when he heard it, he just said, "It's possible."
He pondered for a moment and walked to the famous tree map. Almost all the people he knew in this picture are dead, and those who are still alive are unfamiliar to him.
"Which one are you talking about?" He looked up the picture.
Xia Qiao mumbled over: "I don't know, this picture is too blind, I don't look at it often. I remember grandpa said he was alive, but his name was scratched."
Wen Shi followed the branches of the Zhang family all the way, and finally saw a crossed out name in one of the branches. The moment he saw the name, he and Xia Qiao were a little stunned.
Because that name is: Thank you.
The atmosphere in the living room was very solid for a while. After a while, Xia Qiao said "I'm sloppy" and said, "It can't be so coincidental! Which thank you and which asks?"
While speaking, his phone vibrated twice.
Xia Qiao swallowed and took a look. It was a fresh piece of information.
Sender: Thanks for asking.
Contents: 5 buildings? I'm out the door.
"He's here..." Xiaqiao said softly, "just outside."
He turned his head almost immediately when he smelled it.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass door, he saw a person in the passage in the garden outside the door.
The man was tall, wearing a shirt and trousers, and looked tall and tall. It was supposed to be a clean and decent appearance, but the harmony was disrupted by seven or eight strings of beads of unknown material on his wrist.
He was standing beside a half-dead tree, bending over looking at something.
After a while, he seemed to be aware of the gaze in the room, stood up straight and turned his head to look over.
At that moment, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the next second, he turned his head and coughed, his lips paled almost to nothing, and he looked sick.
When smelling it, he didn't know what was worth laughing about that dead tree. He only knew that when he saw that person, he subconsciously closed his eyes, so he saw the other person's spiritual appearance.
The man had two golden-brown marks in Sanskrit, running down the left cheek, from the base of the ear to the side of the neck, to the shoulder bone, and then to the heart.
The string of beads on the wrist turned into a deep emerald bird feather, and the red thread was wound twice, and it hung loosely by the hand.
His skin was as pale as paper, but his body was covered with thick black mist, like countless chains that were tied loosely and tightly, and like an evil spirit poking out of his spirit body.
When I smelled it, I had never seen such thick and densely intertwined spiritual appearances, all of which were... karma.