Changfengwo Qingtang

In the dark and dead night, the Zhou Mansion was cloudy and misty, and the air was oppressive.

"Woooo..." Faintly, there was a childish cry, intermittently, it seemed to be far away and then near.Then, the old people, women, and children cried miserably, and it was noisy and chaotic.

In the dark and far-reaching corridor, a person with disheveled hair was walking slowly. His long hair was winding down on the ground, dripping water all over the place.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, lifting the long hair around the man's cheeks, a pale face with no facial features.

"Ah..." Lu Qingtang woke up startled, sweating profusely, and her clothes were drenched.

"Boom..." There was a series of thunder and lightning outside the house.Lu Qingtang tugged at the quilt and curled up in a corner in a ball.

It was raining outside.Er, it was raining heavily.

Lu Qingtang curled up tightly on the quilt, not daring to sleep with her eyes open.As soon as he closed his eyes, he was haunted by nightmares.Men, women, old people, children, crying, shouting, tragic and terrifying.

Lu Qingtang opened her eyes and stared at the curtain until the morning light came through the screen window before she fell asleep in a daze, and it was like this for several days in a row.

Late spring is slightly cool with continuous drizzle.By the small pool in the corner of the side courtyard of the Zhou Mansion, the old peach tree is in full bloom, deep red and gorgeous, with a delicate fragrance.

Lu Qingtang wandered aimlessly in the Zhou Mansion, and saw two people standing outside the gate from a distance, Lu Qingtang immediately ran over with joy.

"The two-year-old son of Fang's mansion was drowned in the upper river section the day before yesterday. Mr. Fang, Mrs. Fang and his family were crying to death around the salvaged young master Fang. It was so miserable!" Wang Dahammer shook his head and sighed, "Poor young master Fang He's only two years old, smart, cute, I hugged him a while ago, I didn't want to..." Suddenly, his eyes were full of anger: "This river section has repeatedly killed people, and this is the fourth time. Advise the master to invite a high-ranking person to do the ritual..." Seeing the old woman wiping her tears, Wang Dachui was immediately annoyed, and handed the three catties of fresh meat to the old woman, saying: "Grandma, tomorrow is my mother's birthday. My mother invited grandma to my house for a drink, so many people are celebrating."

It turned out to be the yamen catcher.

Lu Qingtang was disappointed, and wandered away.

"Ah...ah..."

"Ah!" Lu Qingtang screamed outside the kitchen of the Zhou Mansion, and fell to the ground, looking at the red-clothed little girl with a red mouth on the corridor, her face was full of horror, and her whole body was trembling.

"Ah... ah..." There were several more shrill screams, and the little girl in red jumped into the rain, screaming again and again, and the birds scattered in fright.

In the Zhou Mansion at dusk, the cold wind gusts and the chill is overwhelming, making people feel inexplicably creepy.

Lu Qingtang got up trembling, the sky was gloomy, and it was already night time to hold the lamps.

Lu Qingtang couldn't help but gathered her clothes, bowed her head and entered the kitchen.A weak oil lamp illuminated the kitchen in a dim light.

"Girl...Girl..." The old lady stumbled into the kitchen, covered in yellow mud.

The cold wind rushed into the kitchen and knocked out the oil lamp.It was pitch black inside, and lightning flashed outside.

Lu Qingtang retreated involuntarily, trembling and shouting, "Grandma, grandma."

With a muffled "bang", the bamboo basket in the old woman's hand fell to the ground, and the joss stick paper money rolled toward Lu Qingtang's feet.

Lu Qingtang backed away in horror, wanting to scream.

Since returning to the mansion that day, the mansion has always been weird, with eyes closed, it is always haunted, and the cold air in the room has become heavier, cold and scary.

Lu Qingtang clenched her fists, forced herself to be calm and yelled again, and hid behind the stove, bowed and stretched into a bow.

"Master Lu?" the old lady tentatively shouted, the corners of her mouth trembling, her expression frightened.

"Grandma, is it Qingtang?" Lu Qingtang touched the torch at his feet and stood up, the dark kitchen was filled with cold air.

"Boom, boom..." Suddenly there was thunder and lightning, and Lu Qingtang couldn't help shaking.

"Master Lu, you... bumped into that little girl in red?" the old lady asked, her face full of embarrassment.

"Yeah." Lu Qingtang grabbed the blowing torch and nodded in response, her face pale.

"Girl, girl..." the old woman hurriedly called out and walked out of the kitchen.

Lu Qingtang suddenly collapsed on the ground, cold sweat dripping down her back.He touched his belly, took out a steamed bun from the steamer, took a bite, and it tasted like chewing wax, it was really unpalatable.

Lu Qingtang sighed, put the steamed buns into her arms, hurried back to the room, and curled up on the bedding.As soon as I closed my eyes, my mind was filled with the strange screams of the red-clothed monster, and the child whimpering and crying.

Late at night in the Zhou mansion, a man with long hair disheveled wandered around erratically, the cloudy air gradually permeated, and the cold air was oppressive.

For several days in a row, Lu Qingtang deliberately avoided the old lady, and even if she accidentally met her, she only called out and hurried away.Time and time again, I saw the bamboo basket in the old woman's hand full of joss sticks and paper money. Lu Qingtang trembled as she walked.

At dusk in midsummer, the breeze blows, and the shops in Chong'an Town close early.By the side of the street, three or five old women lit joss sticks and piles of paper money, muttering to each other.

It turned out to be July [-]th, when ancestors were worshipped and ghosts were sacrificed.

Lu Qingtang didn't want to mess with that filthy ghost, and was about to go back to the house, when he saw people around the gate of Fang's house from a distance, whispering among each other.

At the gate of the Fang Mansion, a water and land dojo was set up, and a banner for summoning souls was erected.A Taoist is opening the altar, with a money sword in his right hand and a soul calling bell in his left hand, with his eyes closed and his mouth plausible.

From the mouths of onlookers, it was learned that Fang's mansion invited Liu Daochang from the Qingling temple to save the young son of the Fang family who had drowned.

Lu Qingtang thought about whether he could invite the Taoist priest to the mansion to do it, but suddenly he felt dizzy and dizzy, and squatted down until he felt nauseated and vomited.In that room, Daoist Liu opened his eyes and shouted, and with his left hand he placed the soul-calling bell on a stack of cinnabar talismans, and laid out three of them one by one.

The ashes of the talisman were sprinkled into the rice mixed with cold water, and Daoist Liu called out compassionately: "Soul, go back!" A bowl of cold rice was thrown on the ground.

All of a sudden, phosphorescent fires were shining everywhere, and everyone exclaimed and hurried to disperse.

Liu Daochang retracted his sword and nodded to the steward of the Fang Mansion, and all the servants of the Fang Mansion burst into tears.

It took Lu Qingtang a long time to catch her breath, and when she looked up, she got up but fell back to the ground, terrified.

At the gate of Fang Mansion, under Daoist Liu's Taoist robe, there was a cloud of black mist, with red eyes and bloody lips, a child's body trembling, whimpering and crying, with a chain tied around his neck, held in Daoist Liu's hand.

Liu Daochang took the bag of silver taels handed over by Fang's housekeeper, weighed it, and left with a smile.

Lu Qingtang ran all the way back to Zhou Mansion, tied the gate, sat on the ground and gasped for breath.

He had seen some people raising little ghosts to harm people with demonic methods. The Taoist surnamed Liu raised little ghosts, and he clearly had evil intentions.

Lu Qingtang gave up the idea of ​​asking someone to do it, but what should he do in the face of a series of strange things in the mansion.Lu Qingtang wandered all the way, thinking hard.

Zhou Mansion, night fell.In the open space of the side courtyard, the joss sticks had been burned out, and the pile of paper money had already been extinguished.When the breeze rises, charred black paper ash rises leisurely and disappears into the night sky.

Lu Qingtang looked at the old woman under the tree, unable to make a decision, and took a long time to walk forward.

"Master Lu, you don't remember villains, don't worry about little girls." Granny Lu muttered.

"Grandma, is that little girl your granddaughter?" Lu Qingtang couldn't help asking.

"Oh? Yes!" The old lady replied, her aged voice full of helplessness and heartache, "The girl suffered from dumb disease since she was a child, and I, the lonely old woman, picked her up at the back door of the Zhou Mansion. Last time, the girl bumped into her for no reason. Young Master Lu, please also ask Young Master Lu Haihan not to argue with her. This old man kneels down for you." He pretended to kneel.

"How can it be! How can it be! Granny is Zhesha's junior." Lu Qingtang hastily stepped forward to help the old lady up, and led her to sit on the stone bench in the pavilion.

The corners of the old woman's mouth twitched, her tears wet her old face like a dry orange peel, and she choked up, "Master Lu is kind and kind, why, why... Second Young Master... Second Young Master's evil..." Heartbroken, she beat her hands He beat his leg, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said, "Young Master Lu should not stay here for a long time."

Lu Qingtang looked sad, and replied: "I also know that the place of right and wrong in the Zhou Mansion should not stay for a long time, but if the second master comes back, wouldn't it be..."

"Evil fate, evil fate!" The old lady shook her head, "Master Lu shouldn't be so persistent, neither you nor him are good results, Master Lu think about it carefully." After saying this, he got up, groped for the bamboo basket and walked slowly leave.

"Nie Yuan..." Lu Qingtang said in a low voice, then slowly closed her eyes, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, she pulled up the corners of her mouth and smiled and said in a low voice: "Grandma doesn't like Qingtang anymore, Changfeng, I don't know how long Qingtang will wait for you What day." His face was full of tears, and his expression was sad.

After that, Lu Qingtang never left the room, trying to avoid the two of them.

Love comes from fate, evil comes from deep love.

In a blink of an eye, it is autumn.