If you are afraid of ghosts, you have to hold on to the big man's thigh

The atmosphere became lively because of a little story about Jiang Cihang, Li Qiubao also had a smile on his face, he couldn't stop laughing foolishly, and the little celestial master was agitated for a while, not because he hated Li Qiubao, but...

He couldn't tell himself what it felt like.

Taking advantage of the good atmosphere, the little celestial master coughed lightly, joined the topic, and told a story about the impermanence of black and white.

Li Qiubao listened with gusto, inserting a few words from time to time about what he had seen and heard in the countryside.Don't look at him as stupid, but he has experienced a lot of strange things.

The three of them were enjoying themselves, chatting, driving the car without slowing down, and galloped towards Zhao Youqian's residence, but didn't notice the changes outside the window. At some point, dark clouds overwhelmed the top, and lightning flashed across the clouds from time to time, as if A lavender dragon.

There was a crisp sound of "pop" on the window, and a drop of rain fell on the window.

It was Jiang Cihang who discovered it first, with a sullen face, he interrupted the chat between the two: "Today, something is wrong."

Only then did the little celestial master notice the vision outside the window, and his face sank.No need for him to say anything, Jiang Cihang drove a little faster, and he insisted on shortening the time of the last journey to less than half an hour, and hurriedly rushed to Zhao Youqian's house, only ten minutes later than the agreed time, But it was still a step too late.

I saw that after arriving at Zhao Youqian's house, I felt an indescribably cold envelope, the dead air was stronger than when I came in the morning, and the surroundings were so quiet that no sound could be heard, obviously it was windy and rainy at this time , but there is no sound of wind, rain, or the friction sound of swaying leaves!

This is obviously an extremely unusual thing.

The little celestial master became more and more heavy in his heart, with a trace of annoyance.

Because although he only wanted to punish Zhao Youqian in a small way in his plan, he didn't intend to make it so serious that Zhao Youqian was really killed by Wuchang!

Of course, it doesn't mean that Zhao has money so he can't die, but he shouldn't die now.

Little Tianshi was secretly annoyed at his self-confidence and impulsiveness. In fact, the reason why he dared to leave Zhao Youqian so boldly was to play a little "prank".

However, it is useless to regret now.

As soon as Jiang Cihang stopped the car, the little celestial master couldn't wait to open the door with a lot of supplies and rushed down. Li Qiubao followed closely behind. The two braved the rain and rushed into Zhao Youqian's villa. When it was opened, Zhao Youqian's house was even more silent, no, it was dead silence!

Jiang Cihang entered a little later than the two, and within a minute's journey, the rain was enough to soak his hair completely.He lifted his forehead hair with one hand, showed his handsome eyebrows, and asked, "How's the situation?"

Without the stiff Li Qiubao and the little celestial master clenching his fists to answer, Jiang Cihang saw Zhao Youqian on the sofa in the living room. His eyes were wide open, as if he saw the most terrifying thing in the world, and his mouth was also open. Unexpectedly... was actually drilled into an extremely huge cockroach!

Zhao Youqian was choked to death by an insect!

If this matter gets out, no one will believe it.But the truth is...

Jiang Cihang was speechless for a moment, and subconsciously looked around. Although Zhao Youqian's house was not clean and tidy, it was not infested with mosquitoes or rats.Looking around again, it seemed as if someone had broken into it. Many Buddha statues, portraits, and talisman papers that Zhao Youqian had placed were all shattered on the ground. The spells written in ink and pen were all washed away.

The little celestial master took a deep breath, calmed down, pinched the cockroach out of Zhao Youqian's mouth, threw it aside, and said: "He was killed by Wuchang."

Such a bizarre way of death can only be considered in a non-scientific direction, and the most likely one is what Zhao Youqian called impermanence to kill.

Li Qiubao gasped in bewilderment, and collapsed like noodles.

I can't believe it at all, the impermanence that I have come into contact with, the impermanence that Jiang Cihang said, who will engage in anti-fraud propaganda in the underworld, will be the impermanence that I see before my eyes, such a cruel and ruthless impermanence that takes people's lives.

The little celestial master squatted down, opened the big and small bags he brought in, picked out the contents in an orderly manner, arranged them, and said professionally: "But it doesn't matter. We didn't come too late. It seems that the surname Zhao Hun'er hasn't been hooked for too long, maybe he's still on the way, we just need to call Hun back."

After finishing speaking, he began to assign work with Jiang Cihang and Li Qiubao, preparing for the soul-calling ceremony.

The little celestial master's summoning ceremony was different from what Li Qiubao had seen before.First let Jiang Cihang rummage through the boxes, first find Zhao Youqian's household registration book, turn to the page with the date of birth and the place of household registration at the top, then find a large white air-conditioning quilt, spread it out, and use Zhao Youqian's The brush and ink in the study room "scribbled" on it, like words like earthworms.

Li Qiubao could only understand a small line, which was written in very scribbled simplified characters, which was the date, date and place of household registration recorded in Zhao Youqian's household registration book.

While making it, the little celestial master kept talking, and directed Li Qiubao to find candles from Zhao Youqian's house, line them up in two rows, start from Zhao Youqian's feet, place them all the way to the door, and then light them one by one. Regardless of the strong wind and rain outside, the door must still be open, and one must be careful that the candle goes out.

The dead want to come back and need instructions.These candles are an indication.

The three of them were nimble, and quickly set up the crude method on the spot. Finally, the little celestial master took out the tribute incense and the paper horse folded from paper towels that Aunt Zhu had just bought, and burned them in the iron bowl in front of him. What kind of method did the little heavenly master use, the paper horse was clearly covered in flames, but it was not injured at all, and Li Qiubao heard the horse's cry faintly.

Holding the incense sticks in both hands, the little celestial master knelt in front of Zhao Youqian's body and muttered with his eyes closed.

The heavy rain outside the window gradually stopped, only the strong wind was still blowing. It didn't take long for the little celestial master to enter the state quickly.

She seems to be asleep, and her breath is light. In fact, one of the three souls and seven souls has flown into the ground, and the two souls stay in the body, always paying attention to the wind and grass in reality.

Li Qiubao nervously looked at those candles, which were swaying in the wind, extremely weak, as if they could be extinguished anytime and anywhere, and the candle flames were pitifully small, almost the size of soybeans.

"Zhao Youqian..." the little celestial master whispered, "Come back soon!"

"Zhao has money! Come back!"

"Zhao has money! Zhao has money!..."

The little Heavenly Master's voice became louder and more urgent.I don't know what he saw, his chest heaved and curved greatly, and he couldn't hide his anxiety. It seems that this summoning of the soul did not go well.

Li Qiubao was distracted for a moment, and looked at the little celestial master worriedly, but saw a blurred handprint flashing across the other's strong arm.

Is it vertigo?

Li Qiubao blinked, everything seemed to be back to normal, and Jiang Cihang at the side didn't seem to notice anything.On the contrary, the little celestial master, who was shouting loudly just now, calmed down now, but his brows were still tightly frowned, as if he was facing some intractable disease.

Jiang Cihang's face was calm, he noticed Li Qiubao's gaze, and turned his head to look at him, expressing doubts.The soft candlelight outlined Jiang Cihang's handsome face. After lifting his hair, the superiority of his facial features was fully highlighted. His serious face at this time made him look like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

people?like a sword?

How is this possible? !

It should...it should be masculinity!

Li Qiubao thought of this with his own poor vocabulary, but felt that it seemed inaccurate to say so, and then couldn't help but blushed, shook his head hastily, and signaled to the other party that it was okay.Then he turned his head back again, and moved his gaze back to the candle on the ground. This time, he happened to see a horrifying scene!

I saw flickering candles flickering, and a weird little hand reappeared in the yellow light projected on the ground!The thumb and forefinger touch each other, showing an "OK"-shaped gesture. In fact, they are about to extinguish those faltering candles, and the speed is extremely fast. With a swish, it is effortless to snuff out a candle in such a subtle way. root!

Li Qiubao didn't care about the panic, and quickly pressed the lighter to light it, but this one just ignited, and the other went out with a "swish", no, it was extinguished, just like a naughty game of whack-a-mole. One, the other popped up immediately, and it was still accelerating!

The most disgusting thing was that when Li Qiubao was in a hurry, he suddenly felt gusts of damp cold wind blowing by his ears and hands! "Just right" blew up the moment the lighter was turned on, and immediately blew out the flame in Li Qiubao's hand!

Without Li Qiubao opening his mouth, Jiang Cihang also noticed something was wrong. However, what he discovered was different from Li Qiubao. Instead, he discovered that there were blue veins on the neck and arms of the little celestial master. Only black handprints!

"No, I have to call him back!" Jiang Cihang frowned, and explained to Li Qiubao: "He was stalked by wild ghosts on Huangquan Road!"

As if responding, the little celestial master snorted, and swayed a few times, stumbling around, as if someone was pulling him.

Jiang Cihang made a decisive decision, stood up, snatched the lighter from Li Qiubao's hand, and commanded: "Xiaobao, you are responsible for supporting him, and calling his name, he needs to be famous! The louder the better!" After speaking, the speed was very fast , like a phantom, rekindled all the extinguished candles on the ground, but it was just a seemingly ordinary squint, the eyes were like cold knives, and those black hands who were making trouble in the dark instantly shrank back into the shadows as if they had been pricked by needles In the process, he didn't dare to be presumptuous, but he was still unwilling to take advantage of Jiang Cihang's inattention, and went to extinguish those candles again, but this time, it was a different person to light the lamps, and the speed of extinguishing them dropped a lot, and the candles became more prosperous. Not a lot.

Li Qiubao didn't dare to ask more questions, so he subconsciously followed suit, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and immediately sat beside the little celestial master, supported the other's shoulder with one hand, and pulled the other's arm with the other, stammering and shouting: " Zhang Hao, Hao Yu...Zhang Haoyu..."

There was a moment of confusion on the face of the little celestial master, his lips moved, and he wanted to speak, but no sound came out. At the same time, his breathing became visibly weaker to the naked eye, and there were more and more black handprints on his body !

It's not that Li Qiubao's call was useless, it's just that in order to catch up with Zhao Youqian who was taken away, the little celestial master pursued too deeply, and was entangled by the dead ghosts on Huangquan Road, so naturally he didn't go when he wanted to come back. so easy!

Jiang Cihang didn't intend to light all the candles, but after maintaining a certain level of brightness, he simply bit his index finger, blood overflowed, and ignored Li Qiubao's surprised eyes, he drew a ghostly talisman on the sturdy arm of the little celestial master. A few strokes.

But within ten seconds after the pen was written, the little celestial master suddenly bounced, his breathing and complexion gradually recovered, and Li Qiubao's ears really heard the "knocking" sound of horseshoes!The voice was getting closer and closer, and it didn't take long. With a "crack", the little celestial master who was in danger just now opened his eyes!

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