Inscription of Different Cases

While drinking, a group of people laughed and started playing the game, and it didn't take long to play three rounds.In these three rounds, there were those who guessed right and those who didn’t. Those who lost were given a drink, and those who won were cheered. Everyone insulted me, and I laughed at you. There was so much noise that almost broke the roof.

When it was already Zizi outside, a crescent moon had already risen so high.Even the servants who served tea and wine began to feel sleepy.A maidservant in green was holding the snow-white Persian cat, her head was bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice, and she was almost in a daze.But the center of the lobby is still full of laughter and laughter. People don't seem to feel sleepy at all, and the atmosphere of the banquet is pleasant, which can make people fully devote themselves to the game.

At this moment, even Han Lang felt a little confused. Is such a scene of singing and dancing, where everyone forgets their worries, really the result of evil spirits?

Another round ended, and the winning team smiled and called for a drink.Han Lang saw He Yijiu continue to toast and drink, and then secretly poured the drink into the rice bowl.The two of them still didn't dare to touch any food at the banquet, they pretended to laugh all night, they were a little tired at this time, but the rest of the people were in high spirits, as if they would never get sleepy, and started to discuss the next round of things.

This time it was Han Lang's team hiding, and He Yijiu and the others came to look for it.Suddenly, the Zanggou team began to whisper, discussing some secret plan.Han Lang leaned over to listen, and it turned out that this group of people wanted to hide the wrench finger under the vase beside it.That vase is as tall as a person, no one would move it rashly, let alone search for it.

Isn't this cheating?Han Lang thought about it, but didn't say it.After the discussion, the group of people turned around with a smile, stretched out their arms in unison and waited for the other party to guess.No one on the other side thought that the wrench finger was not in anyone's hands at all, and they still looked at everyone's expressions carefully, trying to find any clues.

"Hiding the hook, hiding the hook, 'sitting drunk in front of the red candle on the hidden hook, I don't know where the hook is on'." One person chanted with a smile, his eyes fixed on a young woman in the team.He Yijiu walked directly towards Han Lang, rolled his eyes, and threw a glance at him.

"Where is it?" He silently hinted at Han Lang.

Han Lang glanced at the vase next to him, and He Yijiu immediately understood and laughed to himself.

"It's weird, it doesn't look alike." The other party said.

"Then you all admit defeat!"

"I don't recognize it!"

"Admit it, admit it!"

Seeing the conversation turn into a dead end, several voices laughed at the same time, the merry laughter mixed with the melodious music, echoing in the lively lobby.Han Lang couldn't help but glanced to the side, and found that the musician was still playing. He closed his eyes, and his whole body was shaking gently with the rhythm, as if he couldn't help himself and was fascinated.Look at the accompaniment playing the flute next to him, he has already put down the bamboo flute and sat quietly to listen.Even the dancing girl stopped, or stood or stood, her eyes were fixed on the musician, and she couldn't take her eyes off her, fascinated.

In the entire orchestra, only the piano in the hands of the musicians was still playing. The music was as moving as ever, and it was pleasant to hear. Han Lang felt that it was not that special.Could it be that I don't know how to appreciate it?Thinking of this, Han Lang suddenly saw a black shadow flashing in front of his eyes, and a person suddenly pointed his finger at his nose and said, "Why is this man so dumbfounded? Could it be that he has a ghost in his heart, and it's in his hands!"

Han Lang was embarrassed, and He Yijiu laughed so hard that he couldn't take care of himself.I saw a group of people rushing forward in great momentum, forcing him to spread his palms.Han Lang had no choice but to open his hand directly, of course there was nothing inside.

"Oh! What a mistake!" The other party beat his chest and stamped his feet immediately, but He Yijiu was still laughing while covering his face gloatingly.Han Lang glanced over annoyedly, and heard the person on his side laughing: "I can't guess, hahahaha!"

"Give me another chance!" Someone yelled over there, "We punish ourselves with three cups, how about we guess again?"

"You can guess as many times as you want," said the man who suggested hiding under the vase, he glanced around secretly, and immediately got a few comprehensible smiles, "Come on, everyone stretch out your hands, and let them guess enough." !"

Han Lang yawned, he was a little drowsy, and "Charming from the Wind" seemed to have entered the next movement, melodious and melodious, making people sleepy.But this group of guests still didn't know they were tired, instead they became more energetic, all of them were glowing red and full of energy.Another row of arms stretched out, and the other party looked at them one by one. When they saw Han Lang here, he gave him a resentful look, and sighed, "You are so cunning."

Han Lang returned an embarrassed smile.

At this time, another short man was pulled out, saying that the wrench was hidden in his hand.The short man had a strange expression, and after being pulled out, he trembled uncontrollably, as if he was very frightened.This reaction strengthened the other party's judgment, but when he opened his hand, it was still empty.

"How could it be!" The other party sighed, "No, you must have hidden the wrench somewhere else."

"I didn't!" cried the short man.

"He's so nervous, he must be inseparable," Xu Shigu stroked his beard and smiled, "Why don't you search his pockets?"

Immediately someone did so, the short man tremblingly, but did not resist.They found a small square wooden box, which should be used to hold jade bracelets.The person who found it looked confused and asked, "Hiding here?"

The short man didn't speak, while the members of Han Lang's team exchanged glances, each secretly smiling, full of confidence.The box was opened with a crisp "click", and the other party laughed loudly: "Look what this is, haha!"

There was actually that jade wrench lying inside.

"How is it possible?!" Han Lang's team was stunned and looked at each other in blank dismay.They obviously put the wrench under the vase, and everyone saw it with their own eyes.Even Han Lang was full of surprise, he also saw that the corner of the vase was turned up, and the finger was inserted into it.While people were whispering, he cast a puzzled look at He Yijiu, who also blinked inexplicably, and made a gesture of "I don't know what's going on".

Strange, this finger will change shape and shadow?

The group of people who won cheered happily, but Han Lang's side was puzzled and scratched their heads.Suddenly, the person who found the finger puller shouted: "Why is there something in this box?"

Everyone hurriedly stretched their heads to look, and there was another box in the corner of the box, the outside was as big as two palms, and the inside was only one palm.When they opened it, they found that there was still a smaller box inside. Someone laughed dumbly and said, "Are you kidding us?"

"No, it's not..." The short man shook his head and took half a step back.Everyone was paying attention to the box, and only Han Lang and He Yijiu saw it. The short man's back was soaked in cold sweat, and the two were fighting, as if seeing something extremely terrifying.

Han Lang felt something was wrong, and was about to call out to stop him, but the others had already opened the last box.It was a very small jewelry box, which could only hold earrings and the like, but what was inside was not earrings, but a wet and shiny thing, which seemed to be turning lightly.

"what is this?"

Someone asked, so everyone moved closer, trying to see clearly.Suddenly someone screamed loudly and threw the box out with a bang.Han Lang leaped forward, and saw the crowd scattered like birds and beasts, the box lay on the ground safely, and a ball rolled out of it - it turned out to be a rolling eyeball!

The lobby was suddenly dead silent, only the music continued, and the cat in the maid's arms purred softly.Han Lang trembled all over, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water on him, making him completely cold inside and out.At this time, He Yijiu reacted even faster, and rushed towards the vase in one stride. After a loud "crash", the vase was completely broken, and a huge object rolled out of it, causing the crowd to scream again and again.

It was a corpse, it was... Shen Minggui's corpse!

The green shirt and Taoist robe were stained with blood, this person died with unsatisfactory eyes, one eyeball had been gouged out, and blood flowed all over the place.

"Who is this! Who is this!" Xu Shigu was so frightened that he kept screaming, Xu's face turned pale, and he completely fainted on the ground.One or two bold people stepped forward to take a look, and said blankly: "No, I don't know each other, it's not one of us..."

"How come...how come here..." Xu Shigu couldn't say a complete sentence, "Is, is he a thief who broke into the house?!"

"It must be so!" Someone among the guests shouted with a bitter face, "He, he was lying in ambush in the vase, and wanted to steal the property after we dispersed, but he was, he was smothered to death!"

"Then, let's bury him," Xu Shigu trembled all over his body. Although these words could not explain the strange incident just encountered, let alone determine the cause of Shen Minggui's death, none of the people present had ever encountered such a bloody scene. They were all frightened, and believed everything they said, "Come here, throw this thief, throw it into the yard!"

His voice fell, and after a while, two servants came to move the corpse.Han Lang only saw Shen Minggui's blood-stained face facing him, and his mind went blank.Is Shen Minggui dead?He died so easily?What's going on in this house?What kind of powerful monster can easily kill this disciple of Huangshanliu?Even Shen Minggui is no match, so he and He Yijiu...wouldn't it be more dangerous than good?

How to do how to do?But now he doesn't even know what a monster is. Not only is the enemy dark, but he has no clue. What should I do? !Think about it, think about it, think about it, think about it!Damn it, my head started to hurt violently, and that weird nightmare reappeared in my mind, a female voice screamed miserably: "Run, they are coming--"

The brightly lit lobby, the room full of delicious food and wine, and the chattering and trembling crowd gradually turned into a noisy illusion in Han Lang's vision.He was cold and shivering uncontrollably.Seeing that Shen Minggui was about to be moved out, he suddenly realized: No way!Don't let them dispose of the corpse hastily!

He moved forward with difficulty, and was about to step forward and shout "no", when suddenly his back fell heavily, and He Yijiu covered his mouth abruptly, dragging him to the back.

"Calm down for now!" The other party said, "Think about it carefully, would that fellow Shen Minggui be so easily knocked down?"

Han Lang was stunned, shaking his head for a while, nodding for a while, feeling like he was out of his mind, his mind was in a mess, and all sounds were foggy and he couldn't hear clearly.

"Stupid!" He Yijiu cursed, and suddenly slapped him across the face.This time Han Lang was completely awakened by the slap, covered his face and cursed: "Fuck!"

He Yijiu rubbed his red and swollen face distressedly, and hurriedly asked, "Is it better?"

"Fuck your mother," Han Lang frowned, "Why are you crazy?"

"I think you're totally unconscious, so you have no choice but to make a bad plan," He Yijiu sighed, "Think about it, since we entered this house, everything is not right. That bastard Shen Minggui is not so It's easy to die, otherwise we will be at a loss. Calm down and analyze what happened."

Only then did Han Lang nodded with a pale face, and when he turned around, most of the people had already run out in fright, some wanted to hide and go home, some wanted to report to the police.Bai Zitu was still in the room, curled up trembling in the corner, the room was in total chaos, his master and wife didn't know where he went.

He Yijiu stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Boy, wake up."

Bai Zitu raised his teary face, apparently frightened.Han Lang wiped his tears for him, and asked directly to the point in one sentence: "This...is this also what happened before the repetition?"

Bai Zitu shook his head vigorously: "No, no."

He Yijiu asked: "Are you sure?"

"Really not," Bai Zitu said with a sob, "No one died at home, such a big movement would wake me up, but I slept until dawn a few days ago."

Han Lang murmured, "Could it be that you were asleep and didn't hear it? Or for some other reason, the sound didn't reach you?"

Bai Zitu choked, and hiccupped suddenly: "I, I don't know, I really don't know... The next day everyone became the same again, so scary, woo..."

He cried miserably, which made Han Lang a little sad.He turned to He Yijiu and sighed, "What should we do now?"

"Go and see Shen Minggui's corpse."

As soon as the two of them went out, they felt the cold wind blowing on their faces, making them shrink their heads from the cold.There was no one in the yard, and the people who ran out noisyly just now disappeared as if they had fallen into the void. Han Lang held He Yijiu's arm tightly, for fear that this person would also disappear.The two stopped every three steps and walked extremely slowly. There was a dead silence around them, only each other's rapid snorting and drum-like heartbeat could be heard.

The corpse should have been placed in the courtyard, but the two went to the place and saw that the hole dug was still there, but the corpse had disappeared like everyone else here.Han Lang couldn't help shivering, and turned to look at He Yijiu, seeing the same confusion and panic as himself in the other's eyes.

"Master Xu, Mrs. Xu—"

The two raised their voices and yelled, but there was no movement except for the slight sound of the wind.The mansion is still dressed for a banquet, the lights are dim, and the red light is flickering, no matter how you look at it, it is scary.The cold wind was like the tip of a knife, and it hurt people's cheeks, and they kept drilling into their clothes.He Yijiu gathered his collar, and stretched out his hand to help Han Lang pull the clothes tighter. The latter murmured his thanks, raised his head, and continued to call out the names of his acquaintances: "Xiaobai, Bai Zitu-- "

No one answered.

"It's so weird," Han Lang murmured, "It was the same scene when I met Shen Minggui before. There was a dead silence around me, and the air was so heavy that I couldn't breathe. The formation is average."

He Yijiu had heard the term formation before, and immediately asked, "What kind of ghost? Or a monster?"

Han Lang smiled wryly: "I really don't know about this. You also know that I was afraid of this line of work when I was young. I only learned a little bit from reading books, and I can't make a fortune."

He Yijiu was amused by him: "You said, you are a half-baked real celestial master, and I am a fake celestial master who deceives and deceives, and the two of us together can't hold up to one Shen Minggui, yet we came here to catch ghosts. Who gave us the confidence?"

"I want to ask you, idiot," Han Lang couldn't help but cry, "Forget it, although I'm not good at learning, I generally know some methods. Do you still have the things you prepared before?"

He Yijiu nodded, untied his bag and spread it on the ground.Inside were things like cinnabar inkstone, yellow talisman paper, and other miscellaneous gadgets. He Yijiu knew a gossip plate and a Yin-Yang bell.

The yin-yang bell does not have a bell core, but just after Han Lang lifted it into the air, it no longer had wind, and it was tinkling non-stop.The voice made the two of them shudder, and He Yijiu murmured: "Does this mean there is a ghost?"

"This bell can only be struck by dirty things. We must have been surrounded by crowds, shhh..." Han Lang made a gesture of talking less, and asked He Yijiu to follow behind with the bell, while he picked up the gossip Pan looked around for a while.As the courtyard got deeper, the sound of the bell became louder, and an invisible black air permeated, so that even the scenery ten steps away could not be seen clearly.He Yijiu was annoyed by the endless ringing of the bells and got goosebumps all over his body. The place is too dark, even a "person" like him with a special physique can't stand it, but Han Lang, who is walking in front, doesn't seem to be affected. What kind of influence, he couldn't help feeling a little bit puzzled.

"A-Lang, are you cold?"

Han Lang looked back at him, nodded and said, "It's still bearable. But this place is evil, if you don't go out, it will damage your lifespan."

He Yijiu thought that the other party was trying to hold on, and suddenly wanted to smile bitterly: "What's the point of losing a few years of life? If we really can't get out, if there are some monsters and ghosts, we won't be able to live."

Han Lang knew he was joking, but he really couldn't laugh.The light was dim, and the scales on the gossip disk were also blurred, twisting and turning like a phantom like a cluster of spider webs.Suddenly there was a chuckle from behind, Han Lang turned his head away, and said angrily, "What's so funny about you?"

In the end, facing He Yijiu's innocent face: "I'm not smiling, aren't you smiling?"

The two looked at each other, motionless for a while, and suddenly shivered.

"Fuck him bastard! I'm going crazy!" He Yijiu scolded, stomping his foot, "Whatever you are, cat monster, pig monster, dog monster! Get out and fight me to the death, stealthily. What's the matter, you bastard!"

He was originally a hooligan, and he was more comfortable with swearing than anything else. He yelled angrily, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.He Yijiu casually snatched the "Feng Buyan" from Han Lang's waist, and slashed outward with all his internal strength.Accompanied by Han Lang's exasperated "Don't grab my sword", the wind shook the tree in an instant, and he forced a hole in the black fog in front of him, revealing a little light.

"Look, that's how it should be done." He Yijiu smiled triumphantly, and returned the dagger.

Han Lang silently rolled his eyes: "Iron utensils are pure in nature. They have been made into various townships and magical utensils since ancient times. It is only natural to use them to ward off evil spirits. Only a country bumpkin like you even takes credit for the iron sword. hold."

"Why am I messed up! And since you know, why didn't you use it just now?"

Han Lang didn't say a word, and continued to study the gossip disk with his head down.He was really ashamed to say that he didn't remember the statement about ironware recorded in the books left by his father until He Yijiu swung his sword.In other words, he just forgot...