Carrying the coffin board of the senior sister

Fang Yi was also elated, high-spirited, not at all likely to disturb people's consciousness of lucid dreaming, and shouted for a full 5 minutes.

Five minutes later, a golden light flashed past, and Fang Yiyi only felt that an invisible ball was hit head-on, hitting her in the face and knocking her to the ground.

Fang Yi also patted the dust off his clothes, stood up, and stretched out his hand tentatively.

Sure enough, an invisible barrier stood in front of her, drawing a clear line of isolation to isolate her from the outside.

Fang Yi also tapped with his index and middle fingers, just like a middle-aged woman knocking on watermelons in a vegetable market. The sound was neutralized between tiles and glass, clear and crisp, and a little nice.

This is... Fang Yiyi tilted his head, pointed his index finger on his chin, and searched for knowledge about enchantment in his mind.

After a while, Fang Yiyi's eyes lit up, he clenched his fist with his right hand and tapped his left palm, he took out a fine brush from his pocket, and used the dry tip to draw on the barrier out of thin air.

The enchantment is transparent, and ordinary people can't see it. The pen tip is not dipped in ink, so nothing can be drawn. If someone passes by at this time, they can only see a slim girl, holding the pen tip excitedly and waving her teeth and claws.

Fang Yi also didn't open his yin and yang eyes, and copied it from his memory. At the end, when he retracted the pen, there was a small broken sound in the air, and a coolness like drops of water hit his face, so subtle that one wondered if it happened. illusion.

But Fang Yi also knew that this was the broken fragment of the enchantment, she walked away and splashed on her body.

Fang Yiyi bent his amber-like eyes, puffed out his chest, swaggered, and walked in in a good mood.

Compared with Fang Yiyi's house, the decoration of the courtyard is the difference between a wealthy family and an ordinary farmer. The courtyard has mountains and rivers, and there is also a chess-playing pavilion. The layout is symmetrical, and there are scenery everywhere.

Fortunately, the basic layout is the same. Fang Yiyi walked around the rockery, opened the door, and pretended to be upright with Zhu Yeshu who was sitting in the hall.

Zhu Ye's face was black, and he sat on the leather single sofa with a cane in his hand, like a Buddha statue with an old god.

For some reason, Fang Yiyi suddenly felt a little guilty. She stopped, stood straight at the door, and whispered: "Master."

Zhu Yeshu raised his eyelids, and said in a thick voice, "Yes." He looked too lazy to talk to her.

Fang Yi also felt that she should say some polite words at this time, but she had little communication experience, and her experience in scene conversations was basically zero. She really didn't know what to do, frowning, stumbled out: "One, I won't see you in a month." ...you are still so young..."

"..."

Zhu Yeshu said coolly, "Do you know what time it is?"

Fang Yi also looked up at the alarm clock on the wall: "Six fifteen, it's our school's morning exercise time."

"That's your school!" Zhu Yeshu said, and because of his emotions, he slapped the armrest of the sofa hard.

"Er..." Fang Yi also scratched his head: "I thought the elderly would get angry earlier."

Zhu Yeshu almost lost his breath.

He studied an ancient formation with Zhou Fusheng yesterday. The two insisted on their opinions and had a heated discussion. They didn't fall asleep until three o'clock. Come knock on his door at six o'clock, six o'clock!

I don't even get up so early!

Is this called the door?This is a reminder!

Fang Yi was also taken aback for a moment, only to realize later that he understood the meaning of Zhu Ye's book, and said with a sense of guilt, "I didn't expect Master to be different from other old men."

The different old man Zhu Yeshu almost had a heart attack.

At such an old age, he dared to call him an old man blatantly. He thought Li Ting was the only one, but he never expected that Fang Yiyi, a well-behaved doll, would also...

Sure enough, it was broken.

Zhu Yeshu decided not to get entangled in this topic, he had a premonition that he would be pissed off: "Are you going to find Li Ting?"

As soon as Li Ting was mentioned, Fang Yiyi regained his energy and immediately became excited, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Why?" Zhu Yeshu asked, "You are a human, she is a ghost, and humans and ghosts have different paths. It's not like you don't know such a simple truth."

Fang Yiyi was silent for a while, and said, "Senior sister is different."

Zhu Yeshu's muddy eyes narrowed slightly: "You don't refute?"

For a moment, Fang Yiyi's mind flashed all kinds of ghosts she had seen, from Nancy at the beginning to Xia Xia, the little mummy raised by Sang Yichen, she had a good memory, so she could recall clearly The appearance of each ghost, as well as the photos of those ghosts, flipped quickly one by one before them, and finally all dissipated and reorganized, and gathered into Li Ting's appearance.

"There is nothing to refute," Fang Yi said, "Human beings and ghosts have different paths, but senior sister is different."

"You know that ghosts are absolutely self-interested. She doesn't necessarily mean to be sincere when she treats you well."

"I know," Fang Yiyi closed his eyes, "If I wasn't a yin body, the senior sister would have killed me the first time we met."

Her tone was flat and graceful, as if she was stating something that had nothing to do with her, "Senior sister told me more than once that ghosts are selfish, and she is no exception, but what does it matter?"

"I used to think that I shouldn't exist in this world. My appearance was worthless and a mistake. No matter how hard I tried, everyone disliked me. When I was about to give up my life, my senior sister appeared. She told me that I didn’t need to cater to others. I was not wrong. It wasn’t me who was wrong. people live."

Fang Yi also paused, his gaze gradually became firm, staring at a point out of thin air, as if he was talking to someone, or talking to himself: "Human beings and ghosts have different paths, but senior sister is an exception, she is my light."

Zhu Yeshu looked at her silently for a long time, then sighed, he got up and said, "Let's go, but before that, you have to go to a place, you can't do nothing but deal with it when you join the Maoshan sect. This list, then go by yourself."

As if waking up from a dream, Fang Yi stepped up on his heels and asked, "Where are you going? Is it far? If..."

Zhu Yeshu gave her a sidelong glance, and interrupted her: "By the way."

"Oh." Fang Yi also fell silent.

After going out of the gate, Fang Yi also found that at some time, a black off-road vehicle had already stopped at the gate. Seeing them coming out, the window of the car was slowly lowered, and Zhou Fusheng's face appeared behind the window.

"Morning."

"Morning, Doctor Zhou." Fang Yi also followed Zhou Fusheng's example and greeted him.

"Get in the car." Zhou Fusheng raised his chin, signaling Fang Yiyi to go to the back seat.

Fang Yi also glanced at Zhu Ye's book next to him, opened the door and took a step back.

"..." Facing the apprentice who suddenly had a good eye, Zhu Yeshu got into the car feeling uncomfortable.

In the middle of the journey, Zhu Yeshu suddenly thought of something and took out a box from the rear compartment.

"Give you."

The box was not small, and it was flat. Fang Yiyi raised his hand to take it and put it on his lap.

"Can I open it now?"

"Hmm." Zhu Yeshu answered casually.

The box is hard-packed and difficult to disassemble. Fang Yiyi looked around and chose to disassemble violently.

As the lid opened, the brass-colored object slowly came into view.

Fang Yiyi's pupils dilated slightly because of shock: "...copper...cymbals?"

"Keep it well. Those you used to have are disposable consumables. This one is specially made by melting a bunch of copper bells from the ancestor. It is durable and won't break your weapon. You are a disciple of Maoshan Sect. We Maoshan Sect I can't afford to lose this guy."

Fang Yiyi's excited pupils trembled when she heard it was durable, and she said loudly, "Thank you, Master!"

Zhou Fusheng, who was driving the car, turned his head and said with a smile: "Your master just moved his mouth. From the material selection to the finished product of your cymbals, I did it all by myself. Why don't you thank me."

"Thank you, Dr. Zhou!" Fang Yi also followed his advice, and said, "Does Dr. Zhou know how to smelt copper? That's amazing!"

Hearing this, Zhu Yeshu laughed twice.

Zhu Yeshu rubbed his nose and said awkwardly: "That's not true, I sent it, but it's just the whole process of construction!"

"Doctor Zhou has taken care, and so has the master. I like it very much. Thank you both." Fang Yiyi smiled with eyebrows crooked.

She took out the cymbals, pinched them in her hands and looked around. There was a self-contained, sunken handle at the place where the red string was tied, making it easy to hold. Fang Yiyi leaned over to take a look, and clearly reflected his own appearance from inside.

It turned out to be a small bronze mirror.

Fang Yi was also confused: "Master, what is this for?"

Zhu Yeshu looked at Zhou Fusheng.

Zhou Fusheng noticed their gaze from the rearview mirror, and said: "That's an extra little gift, and it's also a girl, so it's good to keep touch-ups on."

The corner of Fang Yiyi's mouth twitched: "It's very convenient, I like it very much..." Maybe as she grows older—if she still has the chance to grow up, maybe she will have a day when she puts on makeup?

......

Fang Yiyi was placed at the door of an abandoned middle school in the wilderness. Fang Yiyi got out of the car, and the door was closed behind him. When Fang Yiyi turned around, he ran away without a trace.

It was as if he was afraid that Fang Yi would follow him back.

Fang Yi was also covered in car exhaust fumes and dust from being run over by wheels.

She stared at the direction the car was leaving. Under the blood-red setting sun, the car gradually turned into a black spot and finally disappeared.

Fang Yi also wiped his face.

The cymbals in his hand suddenly became heavy.

I always feel that this is the supply before the fierce battle.

Was she... cheated?

Fang Yi also looked at the school. The gate was locked with a thick chain. The brass lock had rusted. There was a wooden sign with peeling paint next to it. Looking through the gap in the door, the school is not very big, and you can see it at a glance. In the center is a flag-raising platform, and a flagpole stands alone. It has rusted and corroded badly, and the original color can no longer be seen. The white tiles on the outer layer of the teaching building are missing a lot, and it looks mottled, but the structure is all there.

No matter how you look at it, it is an abandoned rural middle school.

The barren mountains, the abandoned schools, the night is approaching.No matter how you look at it, it is complete with the three elements of haunting.

Fang Yi also put his backpack on his back, held the cymbals in his hands, and stared into his eyes from the bronze mirror on the edge.

She seldom looks in the mirror, because she has low self-esteem, and has never paid attention to her appearance. Now she uses local materials, and with this special cymbal, she realizes that when she is silent, the end of her eyes is slightly raised.

Fang Yi also raised his eyebrows, and the reflection in the bronze mirror also raised one eyebrow.

She was thinking whether to go in now, or wait until the sun had fully set for a while before going in.

Suddenly, rustling sounds came to my ears.

Fang Yi also froze for a moment, looking for the source of the sound, there was an old pagoda tree growing crookedly on the right side of the gate, the branches of Cangqiu opened its teeth and claws in the wind of the setting sun, like countless twisted forelimbs of human beings, groping with their teeth and claws. wearing something.

Fang Yi also walked over, and a bunch of clothes "whoosh" disappeared behind the tree trunk on the opposite side.

Fang Yiyi: "..."

She held the cymbal in her right hand with her left, freed her right hand, and pulled out a small child from the hole in the locust tree.

"Let go of me! Strange auntie!" The child was being held by the collar on the back of his neck, and he was tossing his legs back and forth.

Fang Yiyi loosened his hand, and the child fell to the ground, clutching his buttocks and hissing.

"Whose child are you from?"

Having said that, Fang Yiyi clenched his hands into fists, and quietly pulled out a yellow talisman from his sleeve with his middle finger in a corner where no one else could see.