poor house

Can't illuminate the haze on his face. "Are you worried about my little brother? Why don't you call them and ask them to come up and open the door?"

"What time is it?" Wu Xie, who had been silent all night, finally spoke, stood up and opened the curtains to look at a dark night sky without a moon.

"It's almost 12:[-]." Looking at the time on the phone, Wang Meng suppressed the Nth yawn.If the younger brother came up to open the door and saw himself sleeping on his and Wu Xie's bed, Wang Meng wouldn't be sure if he had ordered him out of this room.

"They're about to start." Frowning, Wu Xie looked at his unfriendly expression reflected on the dark glass window, and slowly closed the curtains.

"Start what?"

Wu Xie, who didn't turn around, still stood motionless in front of the window, the orange light cast a long shadow under his feet, like a heavy darkness, in Wu Xie's long silence, he couldn't speak. of treachery.

"Recruit ghosts."

"The altar can be opened."

Standing in the lobby of the humble house, Zhang Qiling glanced at the sky outside the window, and said calmly to the blind man beside him.

"Wait for 2 minutes, it's not time yet~" Although he still had a hippie smile on his face, what the black blind man said was not a joke at all, "It's three quarters, but you can't miss a penny."

"Let's talk nonsense." On the other side, Xie Yuhua, who was on guard, glared at the blind man. It was already dangerous enough to open an altar to invite ghosts in the gloomy land of the humble house, but it happened at midnight This is the time when the cloudiness is at its peak.It would be fine if Zhang Qiling was still the divine beast back then, but now he is at best an ordinary person with some morals, and the black blind man wants to do it wholeheartedly without distractions, so the original barrier was withdrawn to protect the whole house. The task of not being infested by ghosts basically falls on Xie Yuhua.

Almost at the moment when the blind man finished reciting the mantra, the closed wooden door of the humble house opened suddenly, and the creaking sound was like a long and satisfying sigh in the silent midnight, revealing an unspeakable weirdness.The vermilion palace lanterns in the yard, which were always on at night, gradually dimmed for no reason, and even the lights in the lobby disappeared in an instant.Only the flames of a few long candles on the altar remained, flickering on and off in the increasingly gloomy wind.

"I'm so wronged to die—"

"Give me back my life—"

The din of the wind was mixed with the cries of unjust ghosts, Zhang Qiling frowned and looked at the lingering spirits, vaguely worried about Wu Xie upstairs.

"Don't worry, Wu Xie and the others will be fine." Looking back at the stairway covered by the embroidered screen, Xie Yuhua knew what Zhang Qiling was worried about.After telling Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling that Aning's husband had died in an accident at noon, Wu Xie came up with the idea of ​​recruiting ghosts.Since Ah Ning refuses to say what the purpose of her coming here is, but her ability is related to her lover's accident, why not call her lover's ghost back to find out.

When Wu Xie finished his proposal with some uncertainty, he did not expect to be vetoed by Zhang Qiling.People who died in an accident basically would not stay in the yang world and directly enter the city of vain death to wait for reincarnation, and the people in the city of vain death are all resentful souls with deep grievances, coupled with the yin energy of the humble house, Wu Xie and Wang Meng One of the people is very light, and the other is in the midst of life and death. At this time, they are recruiting ghosts, do they think their lives are too long?

"Brother, what if Ah Ning's lover hadn't entered the city of death in vain?" Seeing Heixiazi and Xie Yuhua who hadn't made a statement yet, Wu Xie still didn't give up his thoughts, "If I die before you, even if I die in vain, I will die in vain." Must stay by your side."

"Wu Xie." Seeing Wu Xie's serious face helplessly, Zhang Qiling frowned and said, "If there is a ghost around Ah Ning, how could we not feel it."

"That's not necessarily true—" As if he suddenly thought of something, the black blind man patted Zhang Qiling's shoulder, "Mute, Xiao Tianzhen is right, we have to try, if you can't get back in the city, then just go Get him out of our room~"

"At that time, the enchantment of the whole house will be removed, and only the two rooms of you and Aning will be kept." Xie Yuhua has already begun to make preparations, "Wu Xie, you and Wang Meng will stay in the room tonight, wait until we Come out when it's over."

"Can I—"

"No." Directly interrupting Wu Xie's unfinished sentence, Zhang Qiling's dark eyes were full of irrefutable determination.

"Xiao Tianzhen, just wait with Wang Meng and wait for us to find out the truth~" Heixiazi pretended to be emotional and said, "It's a pity that you will miss my handsome professional suit~"

"If you dare to wear that shit-yellow Taoist robe to invite ghosts, I'll just kick you out of the room." Xie Yuhua said lightly, with a faint smile on her lips.The last time I saw a black blind man wearing a Taoist robe, it should have been hundreds of years ago.

"Why do these ghosts look so fresh?" Hei Xiazi's playful voice brought back Xie Yuhua's thoughts, and turned to look at the Heixia man who was doing the exercises while thinking about the resentful spirits lingering around him, Xie Yuhua Some blamed themselves for how they could be distracted at this time.

"Most of them should be those who died in the car accident a few days ago." Looking at the ghosts who looked like zombies in The Walking Dead, Xie Yuhua was very sure that Wu Xie would not want to see these faces.

"Did you find him?" Zhang Qiling looked at those ghosts who wanted to go up to the second floor but were blocked by the screen, but still relentlessly bumped against the screen, feeling as if he had neglected something.

"Nope~" The black-blind man, who was struggling to laugh, also turned a little pale, and it seemed that the resentment in the dead city was really not as strong as usual.

"Wouldn't Wu Xie really hit the mark?" Xie Yuhua kicked Heixiazi worriedly, and then continued after making sure that he was still standing still, "Could it be that the humble house has really fallen into a ghost?"

"Master Hua, the humble house used to be a haunted house~" The black blind man seemed to have regained some energy after being kicked, and said with a smile, "It seems that he is really not in the city of death, we have to take these The uninvited guy was sent back~"

In the lobby full of wailing ghosts, there was a gust of gloomy wind. Zhang Qiling stood guard behind Heixiazi with a black gold ancient knife in his hand, but his heart was tied to Wu Xie on the second floor.

Why are you so disturbed.

"Boss, is there a strong wind blowing outside? Why are ghosts crying and howling?" In the bedroom on the second floor, Wang Meng, who was hugging the sofa cushion, heard the whistling sound that seemed to come from downstairs or from outside the window. All the hairs on his back stood up.It was obviously like the wind, but it sounded like a lot of people whimpering carefully.

"Probably ghosts crying and wolves howling." Even though the room was protected by an enchantment, Wu Xie could already feel the increasingly rotten smell in the air.It was something only ghosts could have, and it smelled of death and despair.

"No wonder I always feel that I hear someone saying 'Give me back my life—', so the scenes in those movies are true, hehehe..." The completely airtight room seems to be depleted of oxygen, Wang Meng With a sallow face, he smiled dryly, but felt more and more that the whole person was about to suffocate. "Boss, do you feel so bored—"

"Then I'll open the space." Wu Xie, who had been standing with his back to Wang Meng, turned around, but was shocked by the scene in front of him and took a step back, slamming against the window sill.

"Boss, are you alright?" Frightened by the muffled noise, his face turned pale again. Wang Meng looked at Wu Xie, whose face had also turned pale, weakly. He wanted to get up to help him, but he couldn't stand up at all.

"Wang Meng, how do you feel—" Standing on the cold window sill behind him, Wu Xie felt that he had asked nonsense.If he was the one who was strangling his throat by a ghost covered in blood, with only half of his head left, and a head full of red, yellow, and yellow brains, then that feeling would not be very good.Fortunately, Wang Meng didn't seem to be able to see it.

"I feel so bored, Boss, don't you feel bored?" Wang Meng, who didn't know his situation, only felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, and the voice of "give me my life" that was suddenly far and near became clearer, almost It's like someone is whispering in your ear.

"Wang Meng, hold on, I'll find a way to save you—" Isn't there an enchantment in this room, why can ghosts come in?The little brother and Hei Xiazi are still doing it, what should they do now to save Wang Meng?Didn't Hei Xiazi say that Wang Meng's life-and-death tribulation has passed, why would a ghost come to his door?Trying to keep calm and staring at the ghost that strangled Wang Meng's neck, Wu Xie felt more and more familiar—is this ghost the stall owner who died in a car accident?

"Why do you want to save me?" Wang Meng, whose brain was already hypoxic, looked at Wu Xie in a daze, "Boss, I'm so sleepy——"

"Wang Meng, you can't fall asleep, you look at me, you can't sleep—" I knew that I should have learned a half way of exorcising ghosts from the black blind man, and now even if I rushed downstairs to find Zhang Qiling, it would be too late .Wu Xie anxiously urged the drowsy Wang Meng, but suddenly thought of a way.

"Boss—you still told me not to sleep, why did you fall asleep first—"

Looking at the lobby that was finally cleaned up, he breathed a sigh of relief, and both Heixiazi and Xie Yuhua turned pale.The lights on the roof finally turned on again, and the Changming Palace Lantern outside also returned to its former brightness.The rustling wind gradually stopped making noise, but the rancid smell in the room seemed to be unable to dissipate cleanly for a while.

Only Hei Xiazi and Xie Yuhua would agree with Wu Xie