Weird show

※one※

The missing Song Bai went under the alias of Baizhi when he was walking in the rivers and lakes. The news about Baizhi was kept in Yingxiong Town, Yongping Prefecture.

There is Huaishu Village in the south of Yingxiong Town. Near Huaishu Village, there is a house that has been abandoned for many years. It used to belong to a family named Su. On the [-]th day of the last July, during the Ghost Festival, ghosts wept and mourned, making those who heard it cry.

Today is July [-]th, and Ji Shuliu and Qin Songfeng are hiding near Su's house.

There are few people walking around Su's house, but today by chance, a foreigner who came to visit relatives was talking with an old couple in the village, and came here without knowing it.

The outsider was dressed in plain clothes, with a yellow face that was very simple and honest. When he saw the deserted house full of weeds around the walls from a distance, he asked casually, "Uncle, whose house is so dilapidated? Couldn't it be a corrupt official who was ransacked all over the house?" Cut it off."

The old lady frowned and patted her thigh: "Oh, what a crime."

The old man said grimly: "Don't go there, haunted!"

The outsider's eyes widened: "Haunted?"

"Isn't that right? It's been more than ten years," said the old lady. "This family has committed crimes. They used to be a rich man, but they are rich and ruthless! They secretly beat and killed more than a dozen girls and servants, and they buried them immediately. In the backyard. When the last incident happened, there was a row of corpses that were dug up, some were rotten to the point of leaving only bones, and the freshest one had just rotted, a ten-year-old girl, stinky, stinking, There are maggots all over the body, I heard that they bought it from other places, and they have no father or mother. What a crime."

The outsider was filled with righteous indignation: "More than a dozen people? This can't be hacked into pieces?"

"People who commit crimes will be reaped!" The old lady glared angrily at the house, "Later, several servants rebelled together and killed their entire family. None of them escaped. It’s a pity that the young servants who rebelled were also killed by them, and they all died together.”

"And then it's haunted?"

"Isn't that right? Later, in the middle of the night, there was always a female ghost crying inside. I heard that the Su rich man is over 50, and his two sons should marry their wives. He is disrespectful and always ruins his family Little girl, his wife is a dominatrix. As soon as she found out, she asked her elder son to press her hands and her second son to press her legs. She beat the little girl to death with a laundry mallet! Those little girls were forced to do so. It's so pitiful that the ghosts are crying in the house after death. By the way, that rich man Su is... a... ouch, I can't say anything."

The old man said with disgust: "That old shameless thing doesn't even let the boys go. If he takes a fancy to any boy, he will overlord him and ask the eldest son to press his hand and the second son to press his leg. If the boy refuses to follow, He stabbed him to death with his own hands, and buried his body in the backyard. His wife didn't care, because boys couldn't give birth to sons and took her family property." The old man turned his head and spit, "The whole nest is full of lunatics."

The old lady sighed: "That's the thing. No one in the village dares to go to the unjust dead ghost. There is a play about this. It's called "The Legend of the Servant". It's very well acted. Another day Let my family take you to see it."

The outsider was stunned for a while, and then asked curiously: "Is there really a ghost? Can I only hear the ghost crying, or can I see the appearance of the ghost?"

The old man said: "You can see the appearance, your little aunt has seen it before, the female ghost in white clothes, combing the little girl's head, the tears she shed are blood red, people say how miserable she died."

The old lady repeated over and over again: "Sin!"

The outsider was a little scared: "Today is the Ghost Festival, ghosts won't float out of here, right?"

The old man said: "It's okay, this female ghost has never caused trouble. It's a pity that the resentment is too heavy. I have invited many monks and Taoists, and no one will escape."

Even so, the three of them stayed away in fear, leaving Ji and Qin looking at each other.

They had never entered Hero Town, but came to Huaishu Village first because they had collected information before setting off and found a strange thing.

Thirteen years ago, that is, the year Song Bai left Yingxiong Town and was never heard from again, a massacre occurred in Su Zhai in Huaishu Village. It is not false that there are many corpses of boys and girls.However, a rumor suddenly spread in Hero Town, thinking that the government hastily closed the case because they were too lazy to take care of it. The Su family did not kill each other, but because they committed a lot of evil, they were all destroyed by the heroic souls of the Heavenly Punishment Knights.

This statement was not widely spread, and was quickly forgotten, lost in countless rumors, true and false.It does not make sense, not to mention whether the ghosts and ghosts can be taken seriously. If the heroic souls of the Heavenly Punishment knights are really floating in the world, and they have not forgotten their determination to punish the heavens, why have they only shot this once in more than 30 years? Woolen cloth?

Could the Su family be slaughtered by Song Bai?

※two※

Qin Songfeng took Ji Shuliu's hand and jumped lightly, and fell silently into the wall of Su's residence.It is said that the whereabouts of the white-clothed female ghost are uncertain, but they will definitely appear every year on the Ghost Festival. They don't believe that the white-clothed female ghost is really a ghost, so they decided to enter Su's house and wait for her to come, and ask them face to face.

They walked side by side in the haunted house, with Ji Shuliu on the left and Qin Songfeng on the right. When looking around, they naturally cooperated and took care of each other's flaws.That is the unique tacit understanding between lovers, it is like one body without discussion.

The two approached the hall cautiously, and pushed open the half-hidden door.The hall of the haunted house is full of ghosts, smells a little smelly, and small flying insects are dancing in it.

It was dusk now, and the sun was sinking, but it was still barely bright enough to see the large old blood stains and the imprints of the sword scratching the wood inside.

Qin Songfeng studied it for a while, and said in a low voice: "Two groups of people have fought to the death here, one side wields the heavy sword, and the other side wields the short knife. Judging by the number of heavy swords, it is indeed a bit like the legendary Heaven's Punishment faction, but I I haven't seen a real disciple of the Heaven's Punishment Sect, so I can't be sure. It's probably the Su family who used the dagger."

They closed the door, went around the hall, and carefully inspected along the way. Every place with traces of weapons recorded the confrontation between heavy swords and short knives.

Ji Shuliu said: "I'm afraid it's not Song Bai. First of all, he has never learned the sword skills of the Heaven's Punishment School, and secondly, he is only one person."

Before Qin Songfeng left, he had asked the brothers in the door to visit for many days.In people's memory, the young man who claimed to be surnamed Bai Mingzhi was quite talented, but unfortunately he had arrogance beyond talent.Although he never claimed to be the descendant of the Heaven's Punishment Sect, he was extremely fanatical about the justice of the Heaven's Punishment Sect. People who flatter the powerful, hate those who flatter each other - he hates this world that has forgotten the great achievements of the Heaven's Punishment Sect, so he has no friends at all.

Qin Songfeng nodded: "But since it's here, it's better to wait and see the female ghost. What if she knows something."

While talking, the sky was getting dark, and the sun was gradually disappearing.The full moon on July [-]th rose early and sprinkled silver light on the ghostly courtyard.

The more you go in, the less the traces of the fight. It can be inferred that the door destroyer came in through the main entrance and encountered the full resistance of the Su family.The enemy was powerful, and the number of people in the Su family became less and less, but none of them gave up. In the end, the entire army was wiped out, and the corpses were put on the look of cannibalism to deceive the government.

Of course, the government may not be unable to see how people die. The so-called "blindness" is mostly just one thing more than one thing less, and the local government does not want to leave unsolved cases affecting political performance.What's more, a family with many dead bodies buried in its backyard is not worthy of justice.

Along the way, the two went deep into the main house that should be the master's bedroom. There were no traces of fighting nearby, and there was no blood in the room. There were only a lot of neatly copied poems in regular script on the furniture and walls.

Ji Shuliu and Qin Songfeng looked at each other, and walked into the bedroom with solemn expressions.Unlike the other rooms, the bedroom was free of dust, and the ink on several of the notes still smelled fresh. It was obvious that someone had lived there recently, but the people in the village knew nothing about it.

Not only did that person live here, but he only lived in this room, leaving the other rooms to be dusted.

Ji Shuliu ignited a cluster of small flames and read those verses carefully.

"Winter night, summer day, after a hundred years, return to his room."

"The fragrance is not extinguished, and people do not come. The yellow leaves of Acacia fall, and the white dew wets the moss."

"What do you expect from the same acupoint? His fate will be more difficult. Wei will keep his eyes open all night, and repay his life for not raising his eyebrows."

"The sky is forever and the earth is far away, and the soul flies away. It is difficult for the dream soul to reach Guanshan. Long lovesickness, heartbreaking!"

……

It's not lovesickness, it's mourning the death. Those lovesickness poems are probably borrowed to remember the deceased.It just happened to rain yesterday, and the air was humid and cool. The gloomy old house seemed to be isolated from the heat of summer, and everything was cold. These bleak verses were silently locked in a room Knowing bedroom.

The handwriting is clear and elegant, and the strokes are thin and delicate, like a girl's handwriting, but...

When Ji Shuliu was in a daze, Qin Songfeng pulled him over and said, "Go, go to the backyard and have a look..."

He suddenly shut up, and Ji Shuliu heard something was wrong at the same time, a very agile man jumped in from a nearby wall!

Qin Songfeng held Ji Shuliu with his left hand and jumped up. With his toes on the table next to him, he was close to the beam. With his right hand on the beam for support, he was hidden on a beam; Ji Shuliu borrowed His strength also hid on another beam.

The dark room was too quiet, they didn't dare to breathe, and waited motionlessly for the sound of footsteps approaching.

"Wish..." An ethereal, sighing female voice came in from the door. It was pleasant to hear, not tender and moving, but gentle and low, as if long years had settled on it.

And as if from another world.

The half-covered wooden door was completely opened, and there was a creaking sound as if scratching people's hearts. A white shadow flashed, and a... a female ghost in white floated in from outside the door.

She is tall and thin, with long hair hanging loose, and the soft hair dances lightly in the wind; around her neck is a piece of blood-soaked, colorless cloth, as if covering a fatal wound; She was very handsome, but she was as white as her clothes, her eyes were indifferent and lifeless, and her cheeks were slightly sunken.

In her right hand, she held a slender short knife with a cold light in front of her body. Her fingers were slender and her knuckles protruded slightly. Just holding the handle of the knife gave off a murderous aura.

July and a half, it really is a hell of a good day.

Qin Songfeng glanced at Ji Shuliu worriedly, and smiled when he saw that he was just staring at the "female ghost" studying without any fear.

This "female ghost" pretends to be very similar. The thick white powder is not only applied on the face, but also on the hands and neck. Believe in one thing.