"Since the past has passed, let's think about the future. How do we get out?" A Yin clapped the residue on his hands.
After she finished speaking, she shook her chin and looked at Xia Ji in a relaxed manner. Xia Ji mournfully said, "I've been in this painting for thousands of years, and people have finally come here, how can I not keep guests?"
A Yin disliked her awkward appearance, and sneered: "You have seen the spell just now, although this painting can't kill you, there is a way to torture you, so I simply write a few talismans. You burn it three times a day, and grandma will see if you will die of pain first, or will we starve to death first."
The youngest Tu also thought about it in various ways: "She loves beauty, so it's better to tie her up, put a mirror in front of her, and kill her."
"Wonderful!" A Yin came to the spirit and clapped both hands, "This method is really—"
She smiled at Shang Tu's youngest face, "You can't do it any more."
But he heard Li Shiyi speak: "According to your words, that painting was done when Qu Wu was in a romantic relationship with you."
Xia Ji didn't know why, so she glanced at her silently: "Exactly."
"Then, why are you crying?" Li Shiyi raised his eyes and looked at her with pursed lips.
Xia Ji was shocked. Seeing Li Shiyi patted the hem of her clothes, she stood up, walked in front of her, and asked, "If you want to take revenge, you should be happy. You can't be sad... what is it?"
The Xia Ji on the painting was supposed to be smiling, but the resentment that had been condensed for several years turned into a sad expression.
"Sorrowful?" Xia Ji drooped down her eyelids, which were twisted through water, and stacked three or four layers to cover it up.
Li Shiyi raised his hand and stuck a talisman on her forehead: "Ayin, explore the bones."
Touch the bones in the south, ask the coffin in the north. The purpose of questioning the coffin is to gather spirits in the coffin, please ask the spirit to answer the question. And touching the bones is divided into three parts, one is to know the ghost body of the person, the second is the year of birth and death, and the third is to perceive the last sentence of the unspoken when the lamp is extinguished.
The dying eyes can see the soul; the dying words can communicate yin and yang.
A Yin smirked, stood up, stretched out her hand and hooked Xia Ji's tail finger, embedded the fingers one by one, and lifted her fingers slightly upward, and then passed her left hand through her body, index finger and ring finger The tail and lungs went up, reaching the Tianzhu bone, and tapped twice. As she knocked, she smiled coquettishly. The slack of the tiger's mouth was as provocative as her breath. She stroked her shoulders, placed it in the chest and rubbed the Tianshu, and finally raised her fingers and stretched her chin, thumbs. Pressing his lips against his ear, he said softly, "If you have anything to say, tell your aunt to listen."
Her tone was like singing, and her slightly closed eyes moved up and down with her breathing. Mr. Tu's eyes widened. Seeing that Xia Ji's eyelids trembled violently, she felt as if her soul had been locked, and the floating flesh on her cheeks. Ups and downs rebelliously, and finally brought all the tremors to the lips, and spit out a few words like a mantra.
A Yin let go of her with satisfaction, the handkerchief soaked in the sweat on her forehead, she slumped on the stool and raised her eyebrows at Li Shiyi.
Youngest Tu put his hands on the table, leaned over more than half of the table, and asked her curiously, "Your housekeeping skills?"
Ayin nodded: "What?"
Mr. Tu smiled embarrassedly, Ayin frowned and asked, only to hear Mr. Tu grinning and saying, "Is this kind of virtue originally, or do you follow your own ideals, hehe, have you played it a little bit?"
A Yin threw a piece of silk over, and seeing Li Shiyi looking at her, she no longer bothered with the youngest Tu, she just stretched out two fingers and said, "Two words, bundled salary."
Li Shiyi raised his hand and took off the immortality amulet, and asked Xia Ji, "Payment?"
Xia Ji's muscles and bones were loosened as if she had been released from a long-term trap, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Li Shiyi reached out and supported her back slightly. She stood still against the wall. Just like her original form, she expelled the untimely girl from her body.
"Salary, unpaid..." Plan to pay, Samsung is in the sky. Tonight evening, see this good man.
"When I was about to die, it was him who was reading." Xia Ji coughed hoarsely, her chest hissing.
"Who is he?" Mr. Tu couldn't bear to see her like this.
Xia Ji's full hair was leaning against the wall, making a rustling sound, itching like the feeling of combing her hair when she was young, she said, "I was quite inconspicuous when I was young, my brothers and sisters hated me, and the servants did it myself. There is no need to please me, only bundles of wages. He is a servant who makes fire, and even his name is a bundle of firewood."
"He sang songs with me, copied my paintings, combed my hair, and gave me peach branches." She didn't say more, but others read a lot from her eyes. love".
"What a pretentious thing," Ayin said. "Originally there was a sincere person who didn't love skin looks, but he just gave up changing skins. When skin looks, he remembered his sincerity."
The youngest Tu agrees: "hypocritical."
Song Nineteen stared at the unfinished peanuts in A Yin's hands, Li Shiyi glanced at them, took them, and peeled them for her without a word.
Xia Ji looked at Ayin with her reddish eyes, and was about to have a seizure, but heard Ayin laugh: "Don't be annoyed, listen to me carefully."
"If I were you, why would I be so obsessed with this picture scroll? Naturally, I would enter the underworld as soon as possible to be reincarnated. Your fate with that bundle of salary is not over, and you should have a lifetime of marriage, but you are so obsessed with it. Stupid isn't it?"
Xia Ji's eyes twitched, and even the youngest Tu was taken aback for a moment. Li Shiyi lightly raised the corners of his lips and concentrated on feeding Song Jiujiu the fruit.
Ayin said again: "Look at your appearance, you were a decent and upright princess before you were alive, but now you don't want to have a good relationship, but you hang around with the men next to you day and night, and I'm a kiln sister, what is there to do? respectively?"
Song Nineteen opened his mouth and bit a peanut, chewing it.
"Your lover—what's it called, bundled pay? Maybe after several lifetimes, you'll meet another lover. You suffer in this painting, what about him? Wife and children are on the stove."
"Wife and children are on the kang head." Song Nineteen answered while staring at Li Shiyi's fingers peeling peanuts.
A Yin let out a laugh, and raised an eyebrow at Song Nineteen in approval.
Li Shiyi lifted his eyelids and glanced at the two people, one big and one small, put the peanuts down, wiped the dregs from his hands, raised his head and said to Xia Ji, "Let's reincarnate."
Her tone was very gentle, and there was a hint of unquestionable oppression, and Xia Ji was stunned when she heard it, as if her soul had been pulled out of her body, pinched it to the front, and held a stick against the Tianling cover. Knock hard.
She finally said: "Everyone, close your eyes, mother-in-law, I should rest."
Tick tock, it was the sound of condensation falling from the bricks, and the coolness of the ground came out from the soles of the feet. Swinging out far away, but the surroundings returned to a dead silence, for example, in the picture scroll just now, it didn't look like a human world.
Her thigh was hugged by a ball of warm glutinous rice. Li Shiyi opened her eyes, but it was pitch black as far as she could see. The candles lit earlier had been burned out. She bent down and held Song Jiujin's hand. The youngest yelled, "Ah!"
"Your uncle! What are you screaming?!" A Yin was so frightened that he slapped his chest several times, trying to follow the sound to pinch him.
The youngest Tu was silent, fumbled and leaned over here, and then he touched Li Shiyi's sleeve and said, "I'm thinking about it, I can tell if I can hear it."
Li Shiyi looked through the pockets of Mr. Tu a few times, took out a fire certificate, and lit it with a swipe, only then did he see the appearance of everyone.
It was still the same tomb from the past, with the silk paintings spread out at her feet, but after a few days, the youngest Tu became hungry and lost weight, Ayin's bun was messy, the rouge was gone, and her face looked like she had been ravaged. of. When he turned his attention to Song Shijiu again, Li Shiyi was obviously stunned.
She has grown to four or five years old, with half-length hair over her shoulders, fingernails scratching her palms sharply, no different from the zongzi dolls crawling out from the ground, but the small jackets of the past have shrunk. It seems to be small, revealing a small round, white and tender waist.
Li Shiyi gave a low laugh, handed the Huo Zhezi to Mr. Tu, took off his coat and wrapped it around Song Shijiu, covering her shy belly. As soon as she stood up, she heard Ah Yin raised her voice and scolded, "Bastard son! You actually filled us in the tomb!"
Seeing that they hadn't come out for a long time, the housekeeper probably thought that the tomb was really evil, so he simply sealed it up.
She pushed a newly sealed earth wall and choked on her nose. She turned her head and pouted a few times, and said to Youngest Tu, "Fortunately, it's a mound, take a shovel and dig it!"
Li Shiyi turned his face, picked up the silk painting, rolled it up and held it in his hand.
When he came out of the tomb, it was a sunny day with the scorching sun hanging high. Li Shiyi covered Song Nineteen's eyes and squinted his eyes. It took a while to get used to it before he regained his sight.
A group of people walked down the mountain road, A Yin glanced at the painting in Li Shiyi's hand, and suddenly smiled: "Since we are buried, it is only considered dead, why don't you take this painting and sell it well? Price."
Mr. Tu said, "Aren't you afraid that he will come to you?"
"Then Mr. Wu's appearance seems to be a few days away." A Yin laughed and asked Li Shiyi: "Eleven, tell me, okay?"
Li Shiyi motioned for Mr. Tu to put the painting in the box and nodded.
"it is good."
The author says:
"Book of Songs, Tang Feng, Precautions": Take precautions to pay, and three stars are in the sky. Tonight evening, see this good man.