Third watch

According to many folklore records, July is a very evil month. If you pay attention to it, there are almost as many rules as Chinese New Year, but one is to ward off evil spirits and the other is to pray for blessings.

And evil spirits can be summed up into a few unwritten rules. If it is summed up in vernacular, then there must be such a rule. If you shouldn't read it, don't read it.

There are often such ghost stories in pheasant novels on the street stalls. After a large description of how the protagonist will die, he encounters a ghost demanding his life, and then - he is frightened to death.

This is of course a psychological effect, but tracing back to the source, there is a basis for not looking directly at evil things.

The ancients believed that the eyes are a special line of defense on the human body, which can connect yin and yang. When you put your eyes on things that do not belong to this world, you will have a certain connection with another world. At this time, the distance between yin and yang will change. The yin qi and resentful spirits that cross the border will all affect the yang world.

This is also the reason why Wang Dazhuang asked Wang Xiaoming to turn a blind eye to ghosts. Once this connection is cut off consciously, the influence caused by the connection can be avoided-this kind of influence will probably not be a good thing.

"I should have told you earlier." Wang Xiaoming squatted in front of Lu Xiaolu's bed in frustration.

"No one knows that the possessed Gu Bicai has such a plan." Zhong Yi said: "I saw the Yin ghost through the rain curtain, so I can burn incense without being blind."

"It's almost like being blind now." Lu Xiaolu groaned sadly.

His head was covered in a ball - mostly the eyes.

Wang Xiaoming did not mention that both Zhong Yi and Ye Xun could see yin and yang, as long as they did not die, the sequelae to them would not be serious.

Only Lu Xiaolu was unlucky.

At that time, Lu Xiaolu couldn't see anything when he woke up. It was because Ye Xun dug something from the side of the road and made a paste for him to wrap it up. It smelled like green juice.

It made it impossible for Lu Xiaolu to leave. Even on the train back to City S, Wang Xiaoming and Zhong Yi helped him all the way back from left to right—if he didn't look at him, he would step on his left foot and step on his right foot, bumping into him in various ways.

And he can't go home now, if his mother sees him, he will be scared to death.

"You will be able to open your eyes in three days." Wang Xiaoming said, "Fortunately, Ye Xun is by your side this time."

"Ye's family also relies on prescriptions." Zhong Yi sat on the chair: "And he didn't do it for nothing."

"Come on." Wang Xiaoming rolled his eyes at him.

I don't know how much the Ye family and Lu Banmen are at odds. Zhong Yi would rather find Wang Xiaoming, whom he has never met before, than join forces with Ye Xun.

Ye Xun is the same, although he has a mirror that can find people, but he has been secretly trying to plot against Wang Xiaoming, most likely to avoid Zhong Yi and do it himself.

Only now did they realize that each of them had clues that they didn't have, and Zhong Yiye and Ye Xun's expression at that time was not to mention how naive.

"Then what should we do now?" Wang Xiaoming also lay down on the bed.

After finally going back to the ghost market, Di Ting died—thanks to Pixiu's holy and profound appearance, it turned out to be so unreliable.

"Di Ting is dead—go back to Mount Wutong, what do you think are the chances that Pixiu is still there?"

Lu Xiaolu: "Huh?"

Wang Xiaoming: "What?"

"I forgot to tell you." Lu Xiaolu said, "Di Ting is actually not dead."

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi raised his chin.

"What?!" Wang Xiaoming yelled, "What do you mean you're not dead? The body is there! I saw it!"

"Keep your voice down." Zhong Yi said with a dark face.

Although it is at home, the windows are open——Wang Xiaoming's house is facing the street, and there are countless people passing by every day.

Wang Xiaoming immediately lowered his voice: "Then what do you mean?"

Zhong Yi glanced at Lu Xiaolu who was lying on the bed, and told him about Di Ting's reappearance after his disappearance.

"Tingting gave us an egg, and the body temperature can hatch a yellow spring butterfly." Zhong Yi said, "That's why I found you so quickly."

"Butterfly? I thought it was a moth." Lu Xiaolu said.

"Yellow spring butterflies are something unique to the underworld, and they are usually used to guide ghosts without impermanence." Zhong Yi said. "Pixiu said that Di Ting can guide us. This trip to Guangxi is considered a success."

Wang Xiaoming was dubious.

The little white dog indeed appeared out of nowhere after coming out of the ghost market, but——

No matter how you look at it, it is a little white dog!

And it's the most common kind of little dog.

It is also a mythical beast, but the shape of Pixiu looks much more high-end, and it also has its own holy light. Why is it just a little dog when it comes to Truth Listening?

Not tall at all... Is it because I have been setting up a stall in the ghost market for too long?

"Are you really listening?" Wang Xiaoming squatted by the chair and asked.

The little white dog lying on the chair raised his head and glanced at Wang Xiaoming.

...Looking closer, it looks more ordinary, Wang Xiaoming thought speechlessly.

A little dog is just a little dog, don't ask for a lotus flower mark on the forehead, it doesn't even have a small birthmark, it's naked.

"Aren't you a divine beast?" Wang Xiaoming asked again.

The little white dog put his head on his front legs and looked at him.

Zhong Yi, who was watching, couldn't take it anymore: "Do you know how stupid you look now?"

Wang Xiaoming said depressedly: "Nonsense."

He asked the puppy for a long time, but he didn't even hear a snort, not to mention how crazy he was.

"If this is Truth Listening, then what happened to that corpse?" Wang Xiaoming said, "I saw it with my own eyes, and there was that immortal..."

"Of course it's fake." Zhong Yi said without hesitation, "You have bad eyesight."

Wang Xiaoming said angrily: "Nonsense! The ghost market is so dark, I deliberately took a close-up look!"

"No matter what it is, it's not listening." Zhong Yi said.

"That's because you didn't go to the attic to see it! The corpse was real! The little face was pale and there were marks on the blood vessels. Let me tell you—"

"Kneaded with flour."

Wang Xiaoming didn't react for a moment, looked at Zhong Yi: "What?"

Zhong Yi raised the corner of his mouth mockingly: "Did you see what I said?"

Wang Xiaoming turned his head in disbelief, and the little white dog tilted his head to look at him.

"You you you you just talked?" Wang Xiaoming's voice trembled.

The little white dog suddenly raised his neck and stood up from the chair.

Wang Xiaoming followed its gaze, and just in time saw Master Bai coming in with his tail upright, and yelled at them.

The little white dog moved to the edge of the chair, fell to the ground with a bang, and then followed Master Bai's tail out.

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Zhong Yi: "..."

"It really spoke just now, did you hear it?" Wang Xiaoming turned to him and asked.

Zhong Yi said, "Nonsense."

"What's going on with it? Could it be that Di Ting is actually very young? Is it a return to the ancestors? Nirvana?" It's not that Wang Xiaoming is slow, but that this puppy has always behaved like a puppy, otherwise Master Bai couldn't protect it like this.

"You think too much." Zhong Yi laughed at him: "I'm afraid he's older than Pixiu."

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment: "Does Master Bai know about this?"

Zhong Yi: "...don't just look at that old guy's cuteness, we still have things to do."

No one knows why Ting Ting suspended his death.

But one thing is for sure, he is quite happy with who he is now.

Even when Wang Xiaoming went out to look for it in the afternoon and Mr. Bai came back for dinner, he saw him barking at the dogs in the whole street one by one. According to Zhong Yi, it was introducing himself.

So when Wang Xiaoming went downstairs to look for his mobile phone in the middle of the night and saw a man in a white gown sitting in Wang Dazhuang's chair, he almost fell over in fright.

The young and handsome man turned his face: "Why don't your pajamas and pajama pants match?"

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

He had already touched the canopy ruler reflexively just now, and then he found that the canopy ruler was beside his bed, and then he realized that his home could never be haunted.

So it was clear who was in front of him.

"Listen?"

Di Ting nodded with a smile, and elegantly picked up a pen on the table: "This is not bad, and you can get a good price in the ghost market."

Wang Xiaoming: "...that's the Zihao that Grandpa uses most conveniently, and it hurts even to lose a single hair."

Di heard: "I haven't asked for it yet, why are you so stingy?"

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

"I saved you twice." Di heard: "Based on this alone, even if I evacuate your house, Wang Dazhuang will also thank me."

"Um, thank you." Wang Xiaoming thanked earnestly, and took a few steps forward: "I know you instructed Zhong Yi and Xiao Lu to save me, otherwise Ye Xun would have pulled my eyes out."

"What Ye Xun wants is Pixiu's eyes, right?" Di Ting smiled: "Sit."

Wang Xiaoming blinked, obediently dragged a chair and sat down.

Di Ting is now sitting behind the big table in the back door. The old teacher's chair is older than Wang Dazhuang. It is said that Wang Xiaoming's father used to urinate on it when he was a child. , all with it.

When the door is not open for business at night, Wang Dazhuang often sits here and draws talismans, using the Zihao in Di Ting's hand. Occasionally, Wang Xiaoming can see the lights coming from downstairs on the second floor when he wakes up at night.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help feeling sad again.

"Why don't you refute me?" Di Ting asked him.

"Ah?" Wang Xiaoming recovered from his fugue: "What?"

"I saved you twice." Di Wen said, "One time I directed those two children to find you, and the other time, do you remember?"

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while: "I don't remember."

"But you guessed it." Di heard.

"I guessed it." Wang Xiaoming admitted.

"You are more calm than I thought." Di Ting said in a complimenting tone.

Wang Xiaoming smiled: "Did you rush to get us out of trouble that night when the ghosts patrolled the night?"

Listen carefully but laugh without speaking.

"Actually, I'm quite curious, but I really don't remember what happened at all." Wang Xiaoming looked at the lamp on the table in a daze: "Zhong Yi said that my small universe explosion happened to block the ghost, but I always feel that things are not so Simple."

"And Xiao Lu, if I was really imposing and he saw it again, then he would be so excited that he would drag me to think about it and summarize it over and over again, but this time he didn't say anything."

Wang Xiaoming lowered his eyes: "The two of them are like this, after all, there are some things that are hard to talk about. If I ask more questions, they will be embarrassed."

Di Ting leaned on the grand master's chair and looked behind Wang Xiaoming.

The stairs behind him were dark and silent.

"The two of them are very good." Di heard: "But I underestimated you a little."

Wang Xiaoming scratched his head.

"Especially that Luban boy, he thinks of you worse than Master Bai." Di Ting looked over Wang Xiaoming's shoulder and looked at the corner of the stairs: "What does he think you are, a balloon that will blow up when you poke it?"

"Zhong Yi is fine." Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but argue.

"Hmm." Di Ting replied meaningfully: "It's just that ten thousand ghosts pierced through the heart and became the head of a ghost once. What's the fuss?"