Book House Strange Talk

Tai Yi held a half-palm-sized spirit stone in his hand, closed his eyes and tried to sense it.

"You concentrate on feeling it, your soul is in this spirit stone, it wants to return to your body, you summon it slowly." Bai Ze is like a hypnotist, inducing Tai Yi's emotions .

There seemed to be something moving in the transparent jade, and it became ordinary in the eyes of everyone's surprise. Tai Yi tried several times and shook his head to return the stone to Xing Yang: "No, I will I feel nothing."

Before Xing Yang said anything, Bai Ze sighed: "I knew it wasn't that simple."

Tai Yi remained silent, and sat aside with a little guilt and listened to their discussion. He admitted that he was timid.

When the stone was first held in his hand, it was icy and exuded a chill, but when he tried to establish a connection with the stone, he could feel that the stone gradually became warm in his hand, like a baby bird being held in the palm of your hand.

It beats slightly like a real heart.

But when he tried to call out the contents of the spirit stone again, it turned into an ordinary stone again. Tai Yi felt a little grateful for the moment it became cold, and at the same time felt guilty for his "betrayal".

Xing Yang glanced at Tai Yi and said nothing, stood beside him and rubbed his head, Tai Yi avoided by holding the water glass, got up and stood outside the study.

Uncle Xing saw that he was not in high spirits, so he proposed to accompany him for a walk on the street. Tai Yi didn't know how many people had heard the news that Ao Yi was coming back, at least the ghosts on Yingyang Street knew about it. The whole street is going to welcome his "return".

Tai Yi found it very interesting to watch the little ghosts who came around the study from time to time to secretly look at him, but he couldn't be happy when he thought that this joy was based on his departure.

"No more shopping, I'm just here to relax."

Uncle Xing: "You, don't put too much pressure on yourself, just let things take their course."

Tai Yi turned to look at him: "Don't you want Ao Yi to come back?"

Uncle Xing patted him on the shoulder, took out a small origami lantern from his pocket, and handed it to him: "You are him, he is you, and we are just one person. How can we divide you and me? You have to remember this sentence and read it silently for a few minutes. Over and over again, this lantern can lead you to the old house, if you can’t think about it, there may be an answer.”

Xing Yang saw old man Xing and the two of them whispering and came over, old man Xing caught a glimpse of Xing Yang walking this way and asked Tai Yi to put away the lantern, and quickly muttered: "Hurry up, hurry up, Xiaoyang won't you?" Let me give it to you, lest you think wildly."

Tai Yi didn't understand why he was not allowed to go to the old house, anyway, he had been there countless times in his dreams, but seeing the serious expression of old man Xing, he quickly stuffed the paper lantern into his sleeve.

"What are you talking about?"

The old man Xing laughed and said a few words and walked away with Yu Yanzheng. Xing Yang glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Tai Yi: "It's nothing, just comfort me."

Xing Yang could guess what Tai Yi was thinking, so he said to him, "Come back if you want, and don't if you don't want to. I can still beat Ao Ying, it doesn't matter."

Tai Yi was not very surprised to hear Xing Yang say that, but looked at Xing Yang seriously.

You can't beat it, Tai Yi said in his heart.

Bai Ze once approached him in private, they had known each other for so many years, Bai Ze had figured out Xing Yang's brain, and told Tai Yi that he must let Ao Yi come back.

Only when the dragon kills the dragon, will it not be punished by heaven.

All the people in this world, even Bai Ze himself, although they can kill Ao Ying, they cannot bear the punishment of heaven.Because the Dragon is supported by the Human Emperor, and the thousand-year luck is behind the Dragon Clan, no one can afford the consequences.

"So, if you don't come back and rely on Xing Yang alone, he will definitely die."

Bai Ze told him so.

Thinking of this, Tai Yi stretched out his hand to caress Xing Yang's heart, and said, "Let me try again."

Xing Yang followed him and took out the spirit stone and handed it to him. Yingyang Street was brightly lit and red lanterns were hung everywhere. He hadn't seen such a festive side on this street for a long time.

The entire Jinming Mountain has been forcibly sealed off by Bai Ze for a reason, and no tourists are allowed to enter. The periphery of Fayun Temple has been surrounded by the descendants of the Qingqiu clan and Jinwu, and they are always preparing for tomorrow.

The weather forecast for the next few days is sunny, but in the eyes of Xing Yang and his party, the whole Haicheng is clearly shrouded in dark clouds, and the black air is hovering in the sky, especially in Fayun Temple.

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"Mr. Zhang, it's a bit too much for you to talk like that!"

The office was already noisy, and several teachers surrounded Aunt Cleaning and reprimanded Zhang Chuansheng angrily for her.

The teacher opposite his desk said: "You have changed a lot in the past few days. We thought you finally knew how to reflect on yourself. We didn't expect you to still be like that!"

From the moment his wife filed for divorce, Zhang Chuansheng's forced silencing a few days ago seemed to be a backlash. He could finally say what he wanted, but the words he said were more unreasonable and hurtful than before. .

It's like being a bullshit on the Internet.

The people in the office had been putting up with him for two days, and finally broke out today.

Because Zhang Chuansheng bumped into the aunt who was sweeping the floor while looking down at his phone, he first cursed at her: "I'm not dead."

It happened to be heard by several teachers who were passing by together.

This is not a question of the teacher's morality, it is a question of a person's lack of quality.

Hence the present scene.

Zhang Chuansheng could not scold them with one mouthful, so he closed his mouth reluctantly and left without even apologizing.

The teachers were so angry that while comforting Auntie Cleaning, they discussed that they should tell the principal about this matter tomorrow. Such people will have big problems sooner or later.

Along the way, Zhang Chuansheng never stopped talking, nor did his mind full of anger rest. Nothing went well in this damn day!

The playful child who didn't want to go home cried loudly when he was reprimanded by his grandma. Zhang Chuansheng was annoyed by the cry of the child: "If you don't know how to look after a child, don't have one. There are no rules!"

He walked away quickly and heard the voice of the grown-up: "Why are you talking! Are you polite!"

Zhang Chuansheng ignored him, thinking to himself, he is more polite than your children.

The house was empty, and there should have been a hot dinner waiting for him as soon as he got home, but now he could only take instant food from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave.

Hearing the crisp and somewhat lonely prompt, Zhang Chuansheng took out the hot boxed lunch from the microwave with no expression on his face, took a few bites and threw his chopsticks on the table.

It was too bad, and he missed his wife's cooking.

After thinking about it, why should I apologize to her? She should have self-knowledge when she goes back to her mother's house, and it will be enough to show her temper for two days. Do you really expect him to go to his father-in-law's house to invite someone back?

Impossible, don't be wishful thinking, he didn't agree to the divorce is enough to give her family face, if she really divorced, how would the neighbors point to her family, a divorced woman, how pitiful.

Zhang Chuansheng finished the boxed lunch angrily, counting all the things that made him angry today, cursing in his heart that this society is coming to an end, and then lay on the bed ready to fall asleep.

After twelve o'clock, the electronic clock in the living room rang twelve times. Zhang Chuansheng opened his eyes and slowly got up and sat against the head of the bed.

Everything that happened during the day unfolded in his mind like a revolving lantern, and every word he said and everything he did could be recalled extremely clearly.

Zhang Chuansheng grabbed his hair in disbelief, what did he do...how did he become like this!

His stomach suddenly felt a little distended, as if he was about to vomit in the next second. Zhang Chuansheng quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, squatting next to the toilet and retching.

A lump of filthy blood wrapped in a small piece of rotten meat slipped out of his throat, exuding a stench. Zhang Chuansheng felt even more disgusted when he saw this thing, and he dug his throat as if venting his anger, forcing Then spit it out.

Another lump of the same thing was spit out by him.

Zhang Chuansheng vomited until he could only spit out water before he stopped. He flushed the toilet and stood up to look at his embarrassed self in the mirror.

There was a circle of blisters around the corner of the mouth, it was red and swollen, and it was a little scruffy, the beard hadn't been shaved for a few days, and there were traces of blood on the lips.

"Am I dying?" he asked.

The self in the mirror shook his head at him, Zhang Chuansheng didn't feel scared at all, he was used to the people in the mirror doing completely different actions from him.

"How do you know I won't die."

The face of the person in the mirror began to change, the hair became longer, the eyes became slender and raised, the lower half of the face protruded outward, and the brown hair grew from the neck to the forehead.

In less than a minute, the person in the mirror turned into a fox-headed man.

They stared at each other for a while.

Zhang Chuansheng wiped his mouth carelessly with a towel, and staggered out of the house with his back arched, like a zombie in a movie, walking towards Fayun Temple with his mouth drooling and his eyes dull.

The people squatting at Zhang Chuansheng's house sent a signal to Xing Yang and the others, and after sending the message, they carefully followed Zhang Chuansheng at a distance of more than ten meters.

Under the moonlight, a cold white sharp knife passed through his chest, and the blood flowed along the blade into drops and fell to the ground.

The man behind him dragged his four tails and smiled silently, and withdrew the sharp knife in his hand. The man who had been following Zhang Chuansheng just now turned into a carp corpse lying on the ground.

Ao Ying picked up the carp and dug out its gills, turning the viscera and flesh into a mass of mud, and then left it behind to be eaten by the group of evil spirits.

On the other side, Xing Yang exchanged glances with everyone in the bookstore after receiving the message.

From now on, everyone in Haicheng will be immersed in a dark sleep, the streets will be filled with carnivals of ghosts, and Mei Ping, who escaped from the East China Sea with half her life left, is lying on the old man's chair, her damaged human skin revealing paleness skeleton.

Xing Yang held a piece of tender skin and a brush to mend Mei Ping's wound. Mei Ping asked him, "Where's Xiao Yi?"

"I let him sleep, and Bai Ze is watching."

Aunt Ping nodded, closed her eyes and rested, replaying the fight with Ao Ying in her mind. That was not the dragon respected by all people at all, but the evil ghost that crawled out of the Eighteen Hells.

In the bright moonlight, the clouds in the sky are clearly visible. Yingyang Street is no longer noisy, only the red lanterns are left hanging high.

It seemed a bit scary.