The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

Song Nan couldn't help smiling. Uncle Zhang loved to play cards, but he was careless. After playing for so many years, he still couldn't learn how to count cards. Basically, this time he gave money to people. Aunt Zhang didn't care about it at first. Aunt Zhang started to take care of it once the fight was too big.

"You need to practice your poker skills," Song Nan said.

"Is that right? That's what I told your Aunt Zhang, she won't listen." Uncle Zhang said, "If you have time, help me reason with her."

Song Nan nodded, but he couldn't really help him reason. Thinking that the summer vacation was coming soon, he asked, "Brother Zhang He is not coming back this year?"

Uncle Zhang’s son, Zhang He, has not been home since last year’s university entrance exams, except last year’s Chinese New Year.

"I just went to transfer money to him." Uncle Zhang sighed, "They said they were going to come back, and they have no money to buy high-speed rail tickets."

Song Nan groaned, the fire in front of him was almost burned, and the flames turned into a puff of thin white smoke.

"Is your family going to the funeral of Liu Bingcai's family?" Uncle Zhang asked suddenly, "I remember when Lao Huang left, someone came to his family."

Song Nan only recognized many neighbors on the street but not their names, let alone those from Heishuiwan. He shook his head uncertainly and said, "You have to look through the booklet to find out."

"Tomorrow night's big night, you just pay it back according to the etiquette written in the booklet." Uncle Zhang said.

After Uncle Zhang left, Song Nan went into the room to find the gift book and looked through it, and found Liu Bingcai with a gift of two hundred.

Song Nan likes to eat big meals, but he doesn't like to eat this kind of big meals at funerals. The reason probably goes back to his fear of ghosts. After all, where there are dead people, there must be ghosts.

There is still a distance from the town to Heishuiwan. Song Nan went to the street and borrowed a battery car from Master Cheng, and when Huangdi came back from school, he would drive people there.

Uncle Zhang said that the meal time was set at 05:30, and it was already six o'clock when Huang Diwen came back from school. Fortunately, it was a running table, and when they arrived, the first round was just about to be finished.

Song Nan parked the car at the intersection and pointed to the side with the canopy, "Find a table to sit at first, and I'll go with the gift money. Let's settle the battle quickly."

Huang Diwen nodded heavily, and disappeared after a short walk.

The mourning hall is located in the main hall, and the shed is set up on the side room, which is a little far away, but the ceremony room is close to the main hall. It is estimated that everyone who eats is rushing to grab a seat. There was only one account manager left, and the two chatted while knocking on melon seeds.

Song Nan lowered his head slightly, almost never leaving his eyes from the toes of his shoes. He was relieved when he reached the door of the ceremony room, and hurriedly took out the gift money he had prepared in advance from his pocket and handed it over.

The person who wrote the gift money was none other than Luo Xiancai, the former secretary who brought Liu Bingcai to his house that day to find him to help transform the talisman.

Luo Xiancai put on his reading glasses again, and twisted the cap of the pen. A younger man was in charge, and Song Nan glanced at his face, surprised.

The man in charge took the gift money and rushed to Luo Yun to report the number. Luo obviously glanced at Song Nan, but paused when he was about to write, and frowned, "Your family... whose name is it writing now? "

"Write me." Song Nan tapped twice on the table with his fingertips and said.

Luo Xian was stunned for a moment, "I heard that Yufen is back, you and your brother..."

"Write me!" Song Nan interrupted him impatiently.

Luo Xiancai frowned at him, sighed, and wrote down his name.

Li Yufen is Huang Diwen's biological mother, and she came back after hearing the news as soon as Huang Dingguo died, so Luo Xian probably thought that she came back specially to take over the two oil bottles left by Huang Dingguo.

Song Nan stared at him as he wrote his name and the gift amount, then took the cigarette handed over by the account manager, turned around and left the ceremony room.

"Hey boy." Luo Xiancai stopped him, "Tomorrow morning, the ceremony..."

"I won't." Song Nan stepped out with one foot before he finished speaking, "Don't look for me."

"This child..."

Song Nan walked towards the canopy with big strides, the voices of Luo Xiancai and the young man behind him became more and more indistinct.

Although Huang Diwen couldn't solve the problem, he was quite good at choosing the location. The air vents were cool, and he didn't need to help pick up the dishes, which was perfect.

"Brother." Huang Diwen hurriedly straightened the plastic stool under Song Nan's feet when he saw Song Nan approaching. After he sat down, he leaned over and whispered, "Have you seen Liu Hao?"

"Huh?" Song Nan thought for a while, but he didn't seem to have any information about this person in his memory. He pulled the wrapping film of the bowls and chopsticks and asked puzzledly, "Which Liu Hao?"

"Just..." Huang Diwen uttered a word, then stopped the sound, and said in a low voice, "That one is lying in the mourning hall."

Song Nan's expression changed, and then he shook his head.

God knows, he basically walked with his head down all the way, and he didn't dare to glance at him randomly. When talking to Huang Diwen, his eyes would poke at his face in a daze, for fear that he might accidentally look away.

"Just now everyone was still discussing." Huang Diwen whispered, "It is said that he died strangely."

Song Nan frowned, and before he could answer, a middle-aged woman sitting next to him pulled his arm down.

This pull startled Song Nan, who was staring at Huang Diwen intently, and the disposable chopsticks in his hand were snapped in half by himself.

The woman didn't feel that her behavior had frightened him at all, and asked him mysteriously, "I heard that the old Liu's house is haunted, is there such a thing?"

Song Nan was still immersed in the surprise of being undefended just now. When he heard such a question, the hairs on his back suddenly stood up, and he frowned, "Who are you listening to nonsense?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" A man on the opposite side took up the conversation, "Didn't Lao Liu come to your house to transform a talisman before the accident? Everyone in the village knows about it. If it's not a ghost, someone came to your house."

These words combined with Huang Dingguo's profession sounded good, but Song Nan's hearing was so unpleasant that the sweat that had just stood up behind Song Nan was smoothed away, and he remained silent. anger.

At first I thought it was just an ordinary drowning incident, but I didn't expect that in just a few days, it had already spread like this among the villagers and neighbors.

"I heard that you inherited your father's mantle?" Someone asked curiously, "It seems that you are not even as good as your father."

"No, Huang Dingguo could still be accurate when he was a half-immortal." Someone lamented, "If it wasn't for eating dog meat, it wouldn't be..."

Song Nan didn't expect that these people who usually play cards and jokes with Huang Dingguo as brothers and sisters would be so indifferent. His father had only been buried for half a month, but these people ran against a dead man in front of his son.

"Yes." Song Nan took the words indifferently, "It's better than some people who don't know what to do."

"Hey, what are you talking about, kid?" The person who was slapped down slapped the table dissatisfied. He was injured and wanted to stand up, but the people next to him pulled his arms.

Song Nan was too lazy to talk to this group of people, and just started to serve food. Song Nan stood up from the stool as if nothing had happened, and when he was about to look for a pair of chopsticks again, his eyes accidentally caught sight of Liu Bingcai who was greeting guests not far away, and he The translucent shadow that was inseparable behind her.

In the summer after six o'clock, the sky is still very bright for this town.

The sun was setting, and the sky connecting the mountains was covered with a layer of crimson. The color was gorgeous, which was very beautiful.

The crimson sunset slanted through the translucent shadow, but the shadow was not stained with any color, but became a little bit brighter because of the sunset.

This should be the most beautiful frame in a sci-fi movie, but Song Nan was terrified when he saw it. The hairs on his back that had been suppressed with great difficulty stood up quietly again. He squeezed the fist hanging by his side, Forcibly moving his gaze away from the shadow, he fixed it on his toes, and walked quickly towards the direction where the disposable bowls and chopsticks were placed.

To be honest, he didn't even have the interest to eat now, his stomach was empty just now, it seemed to be filled up in just a moment, and there was only one thought in his mind, to go home.

If he took Huang Diwen away at this moment, that bastard would definitely not do it. In his eyes, as long as there is food in front of him, it doesn't matter whether he is participating in a red event or a white event, he should eat it first.

It was impossible for Song Nan to tell him what he saw. If he really said it, with Huang Diwen's loud voice, it would be a mess in a while.

Song Nan thought about it so wildly that he arrived at the place where the disposable bowls and chopsticks were placed. Next to him was an aunt carrying a bamboo basket who was also holding chopsticks and soup spoons.

Song Nan didn't look sideways, and quickly reached out his hand to take the chopsticks to leave, but he felt something strange just as he stretched out his hand.

Song Nan felt as if his fingertips had been frozen quickly, and the bone-soaked coolness quickly spread from his fingertips to his arms, and the chill completely penetrated into his body in just two seconds. Fortunately, it was hot summer, and Song Nan gritted his teeth to Forced myself not to shout out.

The entire right hand seemed to be put into an ice cellar tens of degrees below zero. This feeling was worse than being cut on his arm. Song Nan had to slowly move his gaze up on the chopsticks. With the transparent back attached to the back of his right hand, he suddenly closed his eyes.

The fear rising from the bottom of my heart suddenly occupied the entire atrium, and the heartbeat was so violent that it covered the voices of people beside me.

The thing attached to the back of his hand was a bit strong, and his right hand was a little weak due to the cold. Song Nan gritted his teeth and almost used all his strength to break free of his right hand from the transparency. come out.

The moment he broke free, the chill on his hand subsided little by little, and when his fingers just felt a little bit, he felt that he had touched something.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The woman's shout was deafening. Song Nan shook his arms lightly and raised his eyelids. The transparent shadow in front of him was gone, replaced by the angry face of a middle-aged woman who frowned.

Looking down, Song Nan looked at the feeling on his right hand that was slowly coming back together. Song Nan probably knew what he bumped into with the vigorous struggle just now.