Penitent hand, trembling slightly

This kind of ghost is the legendary Yaksha.

On the other page of the picture is the profile of Yasha.It is an ugly ghost in Buddhism, brave and gluttonous, likes eating people, and does all kinds of evil.

Lou Jingmo casually flipped through two more pages, and finally returned to Yasha's place, and asked Shen Maomao, "What do you think?"

Shen Maomao hesitated for a few seconds, then tentatively said, "That...Natsume's account of friends?"

Lou Jingmo: "??"

Shen Maomao thought that Lou Jingmo might not have so much time to watch anime, so he explained: "I mean, is this book a seal? Every picture in it has a ghost sealed, and the Yasha outside By chance, I ran out of the book, thinking about fighting for the cause of liberation for the rest of my life, and releasing all my brothers and sisters?"

Lou Jingmo fell into deep thought.

Guan Qiwen was surprised: "Why do you have such an idea?"

Shen Maomao replied: "How should I put it, most of the other pictures look scary to me, but I don't feel anything at all when I look at this Yaksha."

She took the book from Lou Jingmo's hand and turned a few pages forward. Her slender and tender white fingers rested on the slightly yellowed pages, and the fingertips were dazzled with a translucent light powder, which looked like jade. as crystal clear.

Lou Jingmo stared at it for a long time, and then looked away as if covering his ears and stealing the bell. He didn't know whether he was reading a book or something else.

Shen Maomao traced the outline of one of the ghosts with his fingers, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a pain in his fingertips, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"What's going on?" Lou Jingmo stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and held it in front of him for a look——

A drop of bean-sized bright red blood was congealing on Shen Maomao's finger, like a pure amber.

Lou Jingmo always knew that Shen Maomao had beautiful hands, but she never thought that these hands would be as breathtakingly beautiful as they are now after being stained with blood.

There was a touch of red in her eyes, and a trace of scarlet flashed in her pupils.Then there was a few seconds of blankness in her brain, and her expression was in a trance.

By the time she came back to her senses, the scene had become very subtle and uncontrollable.

In her sight was Shen Maomao's snow-white wrist, with her cool fingers in her mouth, still sucking the blood from the wound...

Lou Jingmo's mouth froze.She raised her eyes to look at Shen Maomao's expression, and found that she was really shocked, and Guan Qiwen next to her also opened her mouth slightly, apparently also startled by her sudden action.

It is rare for Lou Jingmo to want to swear, and it is the worst kind of national swearing.

She spat out Shen Maomao's finger, barely seeing the crystal clear saliva on it, quickly wrapped the finger with the sleeve of her overalls, and said hesitantly: "I can explain..."

Shen Maomao also came back to his senses, so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hand, he could only smile dryly: "Hahahaha, Sister Lou, are you finally going to attack me?"

Lou Jingmo looked down at the floor, wiped her fingers with concentration, and said, "I'm not so hungry."

Shen Maomao was angry: "I warn you! If you dislike me so much again, you will lose me!"

It's really a threat that makes people feel no sense of crisis.

Lou Jingmo's mind was full of thoughts, racking his brains to find an excuse for his behavior just now.What could she say to be more convincing?Do you want to say "I didn't mean anything else, just now I didn't have a tool to wipe the blood in my hand, so I just used my mouth to save trouble"?

Life is not easy, Sister Lou sighed.

Thinking about it, her eyes moved to the book Shen Maomao was holding in the other hand.

There was a little more bright red in the book, and it fell right on the teeth of the ghosts drawn in the book.

With this trace of blood, this two-dimensional painting seems to have undergone some earth-shaking changes, but when you look at it carefully, it seems that nothing has changed.

She didn't have Shen Maomao's keen intuition, so she called a sixth sense professional and said, "Look at this picture, do you feel anything?"

Shen Maomao also wanted to turn the page of the incident as soon as possible, so he took his fingers out of Lou Jingmo's hand, held the book in both hands, and observed carefully.

Lou Jingmo looked at his hand steadily, feeling inexplicably lost in his heart.

Shen Maomao looked at it for a while, and said with certainty: "I just wanted to use it as an example. When I looked at it, I would feel very scared and horrified, which was completely opposite to what Yasha's picture gave me..." She swallowed, "But now I don't feel that way anymore."

If her guess is correct, has the ghost come out of the book?

It's over, she has a big deal.

Shen Maomao dryly argued: "I... I only touched it once, and I don't know what's going on..."

Guan Qiwen said: "If something happens if you touch it, it should have happened a long time ago. Before you, I read almost half of the book, and I haven't been bitten."

Lou Jingmo said: "Let's see what this ghost is about first."

This ghost has a humanoid appearance and has facial features similar to humans.Its nose was black and jutted out of its face, giving its head the appearance of a skeleton covered in a thin layer of skin.There are sharp fangs protruding from its mouth, and there is still a drop of blood that just fell on the left tooth.

Its breasts are exposed, its body is muscular, but its stomach is sunken inwards, and its legs have skin like a crocodile's belly.

This kind of ghost is called Wutong, and it is a lust ghost. It is most fond of sex and eats the blood of virgins. It can change shape or show its true colors according to people's desire.

Seeing this, Lou Jingmo silently glanced at Shen Maomao.

Shen Maomao blushed for some reason: "What do you see me doing?!"

Lou Jingmo looked away.

Shen Maomao went to stare at Guan Qiwen again: "Look at you and poke your dog eyes blind!"

Guan Qiwen touched his nose, this discriminatory treatment was too obvious.

Most of the rest of the book is folklore, describing the story of Taoist priests fighting with Wutong and then driving them into the underworld.

Several people read the following content hastily, and Lou Jingmo concluded: "Perhaps your blood aroused the desire of Wutong, so it broke the seal..."

Shen Maomao expressionless: "You can shut up."

Lou Jingmo hooked the corners of his mouth, and then said seriously: "Speaking seriously, if your guess is correct, this Wutong has already run out, and he can transform into a handsome man. Nowadays, such people are becoming more and more common." In many cases, it is difficult for us to find him."

Shen Maomao: "Can I see who is handsome?"

"Yes, yes..." Guan Qiwen hesitated, "But can you see other people's faces clearly?"

Shen Maomao: "I can't..."

The three of them failed to research anything, and the bell that would ring on time every night rang again.Shen Maomao remembered the opened window, and walked out of their room slowly.

Lou Jingmo chased her out, and quickly stuffed something into her hand: "Go, don't sleep so hard tonight."

"Okay." Shen Maomao nodded, "I can protect myself, Sister Lou, go back."

……

Tonight is doomed to sleepless.

Shen Maomao cheered up 12 points, even if Zhou Gong came to find her in person today, she couldn't sleep.

She lay on the bed, tightly clenched the finger that Lou Jingmo had sucked.

The conditions of the funeral home are limited, in fact, she hasn't had time to wash her hands...

Hmm... It seems that Lou Jingmohan didn't wash her hands before.

It should be quite salty when Sister Lou contains it, right?

Thinking about it like this, the charm suddenly disappeared, and it was even a little disgusting.

Lou Jingmo would make such a sudden move, probably because of the confusion of some kind of Wutong... right?After all, as a lustful ghost, Wutong can awaken the desire in people's hearts...

Forget it, the more you explain, the more wrong it feels, let's just pretend that Lou Jingmo suddenly went crazy.

Shen Maomao turned over and looked up at the window.A round of moon hangs high on the treetops, casting bright light on the world.The fog outside could be seen from the house, and the huge shadow in the fog looked like a knight guarding the funeral parlor, but this knight had a hot temper, and would raise a huge ax at others if he disagreed with him.

In the dead of night, Xia Chan also stopped singing. She was a little sleepy, but it was not time to sleep yet.Yasha hasn't acted yet tonight, and she still wants to see what this frightening monster looks like.

Looking at it, Shen Maomao belatedly realized that there seemed to be something wrong.

She is actually a little afraid of looking out the window at night, so as long as she is in the house after dark, she will close the curtains as soon as possible.

Did she forget today?

No, not right.

Shen Maomao quickly found the figure of herself pulling the curtains from the corner of her memory, she lost all sleepiness immediately, turned to face the wall and shrank herself into the quilt again.

Who drew back her curtains?

Where is that person now?Could it be... right behind her?

Or hang from the fluorescent tube?

She was really thinking wildly in her heart, but she didn't dare to turn her head to look around, for fear that she would see something she shouldn't see and be silenced.

Time passed slowly, and the side of her body that was in contact with the bed was already a little numb. She couldn't help but turned over, facing the direction of the other bed.

The bed was empty, but there were three distinct indentations in the sheet.Judging from the position, it is probably a person's head, shoulders, buttocks...

Shen Maomao's heart was beating wildly, and he didn't know how to react now.

Who is in the house?Is it someone who used to live here?

There is someone on the next bed, what about the one under her?Could someone(?) be lying with her?

She stared stiffly for a long time, and she seemed to hear the sound of light breathing coming from her side, but when she listened carefully, she found that it was just her illusion.

I don't know how long after this, there was an earth-shattering roar from outside the window, and Yasha in the fog stretched out his arms as Lou Jingmo and Guan Qiwen said, and began to attack the funeral parlor.

A layer of translucent protective cover appeared above the funeral parlor. Yasha's arm slapped on the protective cover again and again, and the ground trembled one after another.

At the same time, the dent on the bed next to Shen Maomao suddenly disappeared, and the next second, the window in the room was inexplicably opened from the inside, and a gust of cool wind directly covered her face, causing her to slap her hard. Shivering, cold all over the body.