The soul of the ex-husband

Xiao Qi didn't get up until seven o'clock in the evening, the fever subsided a bit, but he still looked like a sick chicken, and went downstairs to ask Tata if he had any food.

Tata brought him a bowl of sugar porridge and asked him to make do with it.

While Xiao Qi was drinking porridge, Tata asked what to do.

Xiao Qi took the tissue that he brought with him and blew his nose, lowered his eyes, and said in a strong nasal voice, "Look around after I finish eating."

This is an old house with a dusty earthy smell, the people inside are talking a little louder, and the walls are peeling off.

The structure of the house is not square. There is a master bedroom on the first floor with two single beds. When the lights are on, the indoor environment is very dark. There is an old TV in front of the two beds. On the dressing table, there are many gift boxes on the ground along the cabinet door, many of which have not been opened, like a room for the elderly, who like to hoard things.

The main hall outside is connected to a long and narrow corridor, and the kitchen at the back can be seen after passing through.

A back door opens from the kitchen to the outside yard.

On the west wall, however, a lower door opened.

Xiao Qi opened the low door, coughing from the ashes on his face, covered his nose with his sleeves, and bent over to look inside.

In the darkness, a storage room can be vaguely seen inside, with loose sacks, agricultural tools and water tanks piled up in the corners.

Xiao Qi tried to pull the pull rope next to him, but the light didn't turn on.He took out the flashlight and shone it in. The scene inside was roughly the same as he had guessed.

There is a passage opposite the storage room. After walking a few steps and turning a corner, he pushed open the wooden door at the end and returned to the main hall.

After walking like this, I realized that there is a small door next to the high table where the ceramic Bodhisattva statue is placed in the main hall, but it is half covered by the hanging couplets, so it is not easy to see.

Therefore, the word "Hui" is connected on the first floor, just like the pattern in a maze.

Such a structure is not common and practical as a home.

There are three rooms on the second floor, with simple decoration, basically a bed and a wardrobe. In one of the rooms, there is an extra dressing table, and a bright red happy letter is pasted on the slightly distorted mirror.

The layout of the third floor and the second floor is a one-to-one copy, but it is vacant, and it is just a rough house, and it smells like cement when you enter it.

When Xiao Qi was looking at the house, Tata and Peter Pan were next to each other, following cautiously behind, wary of where a scary picture would suddenly pop up.

Simon was used to being indifferent, and followed behind, not too nervous.

Xiao Qi looked around the house and said: "This house is not good in feng shui, against the mistress, against the eldest daughter, there is nothing else."

After hearing Xiao Qi's words, it seemed that the alarm had been lifted, and both Tata and Pan Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not really a haunted house.

Everyone returned to the hall, Xiao Qi pulled up the zipper of his jacket, put on the flashlight, and said, "I'll go to the village to find out if there is a pharmacy, you..."

"Let's go together!" Tata and Pan Peter said in unison.

Xiao Qi looked at the two of them silently, then sighed, turned and walked out.

These two, typical people with a big food addiction, can be scared out of their wits casually, but they want to visit haunted houses everywhere.

The village on a winter night was extremely quiet, and there was a river just outside the door, and a group of people walked along the river with flashlights.

There are self-built houses standing vaguely all around, but I don’t know if the neighbors are resting. There is no light on in any house, and no human voice can be heard from inside when passing by someone’s door.

"Uncle Master..." Peter Pan clenched his neck in the cold, his teeth chattering, "You said we're going to go the way we travel now, and if we get out of the village, can we get a car?"

Tata also had a little bit of luck in her heart, and suggested: "Why don't you try going to the entrance of the village later? Maybe after calling the car, you can go back to Daluo Railway Station and take the nearest ordinary train."

The muddy ground is full of potholes and frozen soil, which makes a "creaking" sound under the feet.

Xiao Qi lowered his head, walked in front of him with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and said casually: "Then you guys go try it later?"

"Uncle, let's go together!" Tata and Peter Pan immediately retorted, unwilling to part with Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi has nothing to do with them.

It was too dark at night, and they didn't dare to turn at the bifurcated intersection for fear of getting lost, so they kept walking along the river next to the main road in the village.

Not long after, I saw a canteen at a fork.

The canteen opened a wooden window on the brick wall, the window was opened very high, and the inside was lit with a bright red light, which was the effect of a night light, but because of the insufficient power of the electric lamp, the red was much darker.

When I got closer, I looked in through the window, and the first thing I saw was the wreath leaning on the opposite wall, with a big black word "Sacrifice" in the middle.

Xiao Qi: "..."

There is as much hell as there is hell.

Standing at the window, I looked around the canteen. The space inside is small, but it is full of things. There are things on the table, on the shelves, and on the wall, all in an orderly manner.

There are snacks and drinks, daily necessities, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, fireworks and firecrackers, yellow paper joss sticks, wreath tablets, items from the underworld and the underworld, everything.

Xiao Qi scanned for a week, but he didn't see the owner of the shop, so he asked through the window: "Is anyone there?"

"What to buy?" Almost immediately, a rough man's voice came from under the table near the window, gloomy in the silent night.

Xiao Qi followed the voice and looked down a few inches, and he saw a head wearing a khaki wool bra.

But all he could see was the top of his head, so it made people wonder if the owner of the small shop was squatting on the ground to do business?

Xiao Qi put one hand on the window sill, looked at the fleece hat and said, "Boss, do you dare to stand up?"

"..." The wool cap was unmoved, but when he spoke again, his tone was obviously impatient, and he asked again, "What do you buy?"

There is a tendency to buy quickly if you want to buy, or get out if you don’t buy.

Xiao Qi glanced at the items on the shelf and said, "Is there any aspirin?"

The small shop owner said in a monotonous tone: "No aspirin."

"Is there any ibuprofen?"

"No ibuprofen."

"...Is there any fever-reducing medicine?"

"No medicine."

Xiao Qi: "..."

At the beginning, he said that there was no medicine.

At this time, the owner of the small shop asked again: "Are you sick?"

Xiao Qi felt offended.

The boss laughed "hehe" to himself: "It's a pity that I don't have any medicine."

"..."

On the side, Tata tugged Xiao Qi's sleeve lightly, and whispered: "Master, this boss is really in debt..."

Xiao Qi: "I see."

It was rare for Pan Peter to see a living person. He leaned on the window, with his feet off the ground, and asked, "Hi? Boss, what's the situation in your Jiazi Village? Why doesn't every household even have a breather at night?

The small shop was silent for a few seconds before the gruff voice said sinisterly: "Why didn't you catch your breath? Listen——"

Everyone followed the boss's instructions, turned their faces, and listened in silence.

But apart from the sound of the wind blowing the treetops, there is nothing else, like a world stripped of human beings, after listening to it for a long time, it is so quiet that it makes one's heart shudder.

Peter Pan turned his head and asked uncertainly, "What do you want us to hear?"

The owner of the small shop said: "New Year's Day is approaching, and the year is coming to an end. Every family is preparing for the festival. Listen to them arguing and laughing, how happy you are."

But they could hear nothing but a dead silence.

Peter Pan shivered in the cold wind and slid down the wall.

At this time, the antique clock on the shelf of the small shop rang "clang, clang, clang".

After eight beeps, the boss pulled a slender iron rod by the wall, erected it high, hooked the iron roller shutter above the window sill, and rushed people: "The door is closed, the door is closed, come back tomorrow, despondents."

Through the red light in the room, everyone saw that holding the bottom of the iron rod was a hand the size of a baby, but the fingers were thick and covered with ugly calluses.

Only then did the people standing outside realize that the shop owner was a dwarf.

In an instant, the group of people were thrown into a strange village with no human voice.

"Uncle Master." Tata said with her sleeves tucked in, with a sad face on her face, "Is it still necessary to visit the entrance of the village?"

Although the question is like this, I probably already have a score in my heart, and it is useless to go there.

The cold wind made people's brains swell, Xiao Qi touched his forehead, and the fever started again, he said: "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Everyone remembered the location of the commissary and headed home.

On the way, Peter Pan asked worriedly, "Master, what if you don't have any medicine?"

"It's okay." Xiao Qi said with a big heart, "Drink more hot water."

Peter Pan: "..."

Don't fool yourself like this, uncle.

That night, everyone who had no leisure and entertainment equipment planned to go to bed early.

Before going to bed, Simon set up two cameras in the corner of the main hall and by the kitchen door, facing the direction of the corridor.The remaining three tiny cameras are installed in three rooms upstairs.

Peter Pan was walking upstairs while playing with his mobile phone with his head down, and complained, "This network is too broken. I haven't played single-player games for a long time."

Tata was looking through the private message sent to her by the netizen "zj's house" on the Si website. The more she read it, the more she felt that there was something wrong with this netizen. One sentence made her ponder for a long time——

[The house I live in is alive and can breathe...what are you afraid of every night, what come here. 】

Tata patted Pan Peter on the back in front of him casually, and said, "Tell me, what do you mean by being afraid? Why are you here?"

Peter Pan was so provoked that he twisted his body and said, "Just take it literally, for example, I'm afraid of a virgin, maybe you can give me a virgin."

When saying this, it is still mostly playful.

Tata tilted her head and thought for a while, then said: "If there is a real Sadako, and we can capture it, wouldn't the show be full of effect?"

Judging from Tatana's tone, it seemed that he hoped for something to happen.

Peter Pan was convinced: "Sister, how did you manage to be so good and so dedicated?"

Tata ignored him and continued thinking about the ID "zj's house".

On the second floor, before entering each room, Pan Peter leaned on the door frame, pointed his head towards the corridor, and asked with a smile: "Sister, do you have anything to be afraid of? Don't go back to the room at that time, thinking wildly by yourself. scare yourself."

Tata looked around, the walls of the old house were covered with unfinished white leather, and the light bulbs on the top were all dirty, so everything was dimly illuminated, as if it was empty, and there seemed to be shadows floating everywhere.

Tata seems to have recalled something, while looking at the surrounding environment, slowly rubbing his arm, said: "You said that, I really remembered..."

"What?" Peter Pan regained his spirits, poking his head out again.

Tata seemed to be afraid of being heard by something, lowered her voice, and said very mysteriously: "It happened when I was a child, and I was in the countryside at the time. I was too old. In the countryside, the dead bodies are not cremated. Yes, before the first seven days, it was parked in the hall of the main house, and then the souls were called out, the funeral banquet was held, and the children and grandchildren paid homage to the remains. After seven days passed, they were buried. What happened on the □□[-] day.”

Tata leaned towards Peter Pan, and continued: "When I was young, I was studying in a primary school in other places. When I rushed back that day, it was already midnight, and the adults led me directly to the main hall. As soon as I entered the door, I would There is a door panel under the desk, and the old man’s body is placed there, covered with a white cloth, what should I say? Even with the cloth covered, you can see how hard the body is underneath, like piled up Stones, or sand, are heavy anyway, which is scary."

Tata stroked her hair, recalled it secretly, and said: "I was young at the time, and I was so scared that I didn't dare to go up. It was my mother who pulled me forward to kowtow. I knelt on the stack of Wuliangye packaging boxes. I found that I was closer to the dead body on the finished cardboard. When I bent down and kowtowed, I had to shrink my body, otherwise my head would touch the white cloth. Anyway, I kowtowed three times to my grandma, and the adults around me were crying. The kind that doesn’t shed tears, just howls dryly. When I straightened my waist, I suddenly saw my grandma’s feet sticking out of the white cloth... The cloth was not long enough or something, and a piece of emerald green floral cheongsam was exposed underneath Silk and satin, and a thick and swollen ankle like wax, and a pair of emerald green...embroidered...flower...shoes..."

The next few sounds were all floating.

Peter Pan shrank his neck, feeling a gloomy wind rushing through the corridor, and said puzzledly: "What's the matter? What's the problem? But when it comes to embroidered shoes, I'm a shadow of my childhood."

"It's also the shadow of my childhood." Tata shook her head helplessly, sighed, and continued, "My great-grandmother used to be the lady of the landlord's family, so she was dressed exquisitely when she was alive. It was still winter when she died. The children know For her preference, I changed her into the cheongsam that she loved most during her lifetime. It was okay to see that scene after kowtow, but she was a little scared by the exposed feet of the corpse. Later, my mother took me to eat a few mouthfuls of funeral Banquet, wash up and sleep first..."

Speaking of this, Tata trembled for no reason.

"What's wrong?" Peter Pan asked.

Tata took it easy and said, "I went to bed first, and my mother had to go out to help wash the dishes, so I was alone in the room, but I woke up inexplicably in the middle of the night, that kind of... Some adults in the yard were crying, some were drinking, and it was quite noisy at night, but in that environment, I also heard a very, very small and strange sound."

"What sound?" Pan Peter swallowed unconsciously.

Even Xiao Qi, who had just gone upstairs for a while, was attracted by the mysterious atmosphere between the two, and leaned against the door to listen quietly.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep..." Tata whispered softly, trying to imitate and restore the sound he heard at the time, then shifted his gaze to Peter Pan in an instant, and said in a daze, "It's the sound of pulling long hair."

Peter Pan was taken aback by her sudden gaze.

Tata's tone suddenly accelerated, and said, "I knew there was someone else in the room, so I turned around on the bed and looked around..."

"What did you see?" Pan Peter followed with his heart skipping a beat.

"I saw a woman's figure standing at the head of the bed, wearing a close-fitting cheongsam, and the outside light shone through on the ground, forming a pane of square-shaped light. In that light, I saw a pair of thick ankles. His white legs were stuck on the ground, and on those feet, he wore a pair of emerald green...embroidered...flower...shoes..."

After speaking, Tata grabbed Peter Pan who was listening attentively without warning.

Peter Pan was terrified, and jumped up with a howl: "What are you doing!"

Tata smiled grimly: "Ask me what I'm afraid of? Are you planning to scare me? Huh? Little friend, I'll let you see Grandma Ta's underworld stories."

"Sister, I didn't mean that!"

Seeing the two people fighting, Xiao Qi said in a low voice: "Bored."

Then, walk over them to the stairs in the corridor on the second floor.

"Hey? Master uncle!" Tata was still twisting Pan Peter's neck with one hand, and called out to Xiao Qi's back, "You go upstairs? What are you doing?"

"Blowing air." Xiao started without leaving a word.

"You have a fever, what kind of wind is blowing?" Tata advised him.

Xiao Qi didn't listen and went upstairs.

Xiao Qi went to the rooftop, the cold wind made him shiver.

But of course he didn't come up to blow the air.

Seeing Xiao Qi holding the phone up, looking for a signal, until he got close to the TV pot on the roof, the phone that had been silent for a day finally vibrated several times——

A lot of missed calls and unread messages are stuffed in at once.

Xiao Qi stood on the spot and flipped through his phone, his expression changed from nervous at the beginning to gradually lonely——

Still no information from Day Balance.

Did you see his note?

Out of ideas from the night before?

Xiao Qi was frustrated for a while, and squatted carelessly on the roof, processing other information.

From yesterday to now, Lu Xi has looked for him on WeChat many times.

[20:12 yesterday]

[Lu Xi: Are you playing games? 】

[13: 01]

[Lu Xi: Are you playing games? 】

[15: 30]

[Lu Xi: Are you playing games? 】

[15: 48]

【Lu Xi: Don't pretend anymore? ? ?I saw a post about you on the Canggao Forum. 】

[17: 18]

[Lu Xi: Are you playing games? 】

Xiao Qi: "..."

This stubborn guy, what else can he do besides playing games?

Then scrolling down, two photos made him pause.

Lu Xi added a note: 【Help me check this, it was sent to my mailbox this afternoon, it's a bit weird. 】

[Master, help me with the practice when you have time, I really want to mess with dirty things. 】

Xiao Qiqi opened one of the pictures, which was a beautiful card with a small poem printed on it:

【Remember when I was a teenager

Sincerely everyone

say one sentence

old days slow down

Cars and horses are slow

——Mu Xin]

Xiao Qi is too familiar with this card style.

He turned to the next one calmly.

On the card was a charcoal drawing of an abstract, blurred face of a woman covering her ears, her black mouth gaping wide, her whole body covered in lines, her body contorted like a ghost.

The item in the lower right corner - [Craftsman].

Only then did Xiao Qi realize that Xie Zichun, the internet evil spirit, is also the "work" of a craftsman.

He said it was a "work" because he understood that craftsmen regard what they do as art and creation.

So far, he has fought against the craftsman three times.

The first time was because of a human skin drum that was circulated on the black market. During that exorcism, his master Li Rufeng died.

The second time is Umbrella Soul.

The third time was Xie Zichun.

Xiao Qi was silent in the wind for a long time, and finally he clenched his phone tightly, stood up, and walked downstairs.

On the second floor, Tata and Peter Pan fought for a while and went back to their rooms.

Tata closed the door and walked to the bed while taking off her coat.

She hadn't had a good rest on the train last night, so she was going to get a good night's sleep tonight.

However, just as she went around the end of the bed and came to the side near the window, her footsteps stopped, and her undressing hands also stopped.

Tata stared at somewhere on the ground, gradually turning pale.

She saw that a pair of embroidered shoes were covered under the bed sheet hanging to the ground, with the toes facing outwards, revealing half of the emerald green satin.

In a trance, I went back to the year when I was ten years old, and saw a pale leg in the first seven of my grandma...

Xiao Qi went back to the second floor, his room was near the stairs leading to the first floor.

He was about to push the door, when out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure in a long robe quickly walking past the corner of the stairs below, and there was a rattling sound as the cloth rubbed against each other.

When he turned his head to look, the jet-black robe tail left an afterimage at the corner of the wall.

Xiao Qi is sure that he is not dazzled, the other party is a thin man, it is impossible to make a mistake.

Xiao Qi chased downstairs, turned on the light on the wall, the hall was lit up, but there was no one, and no other footsteps were heard in the room.

Xiao Qi was about to go to the kitchen to check, but at this moment, the sound of leisurely and slow footsteps came from behind.

The visitor took one step at a time and went down the stairs without rushing.

Xiao Qi suddenly smelled a familiar smell, with the smell of handmade tobacco and the smoke from the ashram that lingered for years.

Xiao Qi's face turned pale, his body froze, and he didn't dare to look back at the first moment.

The footsteps approached, right behind her.

"Xiao Qier?" The person behind laughed softly, his voice was old, but it revealed a unique clarity.

Xiao Qi had a fever and felt that he was sweating.

He pinched his fingers and told himself over and over again that it wasn't true, it wasn't true...

But he turned back uncontrollably.

An old man with thin cheeks stood behind him with a smile on his face, wearing a melon cap, round sunglasses, and a mandarin gown from the Republic of China.

"Xiao Qier." The smile on the corner of the old man's mouth widened, and he called out again, but this time with affirmation, as if he knew that he had not mistaken the person.

Then, without waiting for Xiao to react, the old man took off his sunglasses, revealing the scorched eye sockets behind, leaving two black holes in the eyes.

"Xiao Qi, look at what you have done to me."

After the old man's words fell, Xiao Qi only felt the world spinning for a while, and lost consciousness instantly.

In a glass greenhouse far away in Cang City, a tall and thin man was playing with birds through a cage.

He put his fingertips into the cage and touched the head of the little red-faced parrot. The green emerald ring on the index finger of his left hand was conspicuous.

He whistled at the parrot twice, and he didn't know who he was talking to. He smiled lightly and said, "What are you afraid of, what are you coming to, what is your deepest fear?"

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