After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

The diaries of first-grade children are actually full of trivial things, most of which are to deal with what the teacher wrote "I went to the park today", and the park's garden may have to be written in pinyin.

Xie Bian held a pink and fragrant diary covered with small flowers and flipped through several pages but found nothing.

September 9st: I went to ji (grade) last year.

September 9: It was cold today.

October 10: Juice is good he (drink).

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Turning to December, Xie Bian finally saw Ping An's name in the diary.

November 11: I went to Ping An's house to play.

The child's handwriting is crooked, and the dots of the word "home" are crooked. It looks like "Ping'an Tomb", and it's a little creepy.

Xie Bian turned back in a hurry, and found that this page was blank, and when he opened the gaps in the book, he could still see the remnants of the torn paper.

The diary after the 23rd was torn up.

The few clues about Ping'an that I finally found were cut off again.

It's not a big deal if the diary is torn. Once the Floating Light Curse is cast, you can even see which tree branch the diary paper was made from.

But Xie Bian doesn't know the Floating Light Curse.

Xie Bi'an has been tired of studying for a long time.

The two of them learned their skills together in Wuwang City. Fan Wujiu had a natural talent in conjuration. Xie Bi'an couldn't catch up with him a few times, and then he simply gave up. Anyway, Fan Wujiu followed wherever he went. He didn't even have a chance to make a move, so Xie Bi'an was only good at summoning ghosts.

Xie Bian held the diary in front of Fan Wujiu, stared at Lao Fan without saying anything.

Fan Wujiu knew what he wanted to do, so he just pretended not to understand, looked at the sky for a while, and looked at the ground for a while, but he didn't look at Xie Bian.

Knowing that Lao Fan was playing tricks, Xie Bian still refused to ask for help, but just stretched out his finger and lightly poked Fan Wujiu's arm, leading him to look at him.

"What's wrong?" Fan Wujiu teased him with a suppressed smile.

Xie Bian sullenly said, "I want to read the diary later."

He still didn't ask.

"What do you think if it's been torn off?" Fan Wujiu pretended to be stupid facing the torn diary, flipping left and right to make a fake move.

"Floating Light Curse," Xie Bian bit his lip and added, "I don't know how to do it."

Fan Wujiu pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "Oh, so you want me to teach you the Floating Light Curse!"

He obviously wanted him to help reproduce it, but was misinterpreted by Lao Fan as asking him to teach him, well, if he learned it today, he would not need to ask for help.Xie Bian suffered from being dumb, so he could only nod obediently.

Fan Wujiu succeeded, he grabbed Xie Bian's hand in front of Zhao Meng, Hao Wan, and Xiaoxi's father, and began to fiddle with his slender and tender fingers.

"First curl your fingers like this, and then use the fingers together to cast a spell, your eyes follow your heart, your heart moves with your spirit." Lao Fan's nose pressed against his cheek, and Xie Bian's face turned red again into a persimmon.

Just sticking together in front of others brought Xie Bian far more stimulation than the closeness of lips and teeth when they were alone. What's more, the old hooligan had a serious face, but his hand movements were extremely light, and he was fiddling with teaching movements. General teasing.

Xie Bian withdrew his hand, turned his face away from his arms: "Thank you."

With Fan Wujiu's body temperature still on his hands, Xie Bian couldn't even lift his head up in front of Zhao Meng who was standing aside and watching seriously.

"If you don't remember it, remember to call me. I will provide teaching and training, and I will be there whenever you are called!"

Xie Bian followed his example and drew circles on his chest, a golden circle slowly appeared, much smaller than the one Fan Wujiu displayed last time.

But enough.

It was inconvenient for Xie Bian to turn the book with one hand, so Lao Fan thoughtfully held his hand to help.

The diary was accidentally closed when Xie Bian broke free from Fan Wujiu's arms, and when he opened it again, it was the first page.

Through the golden light, Xie Bian unexpectedly discovered that the diaries that had not been torn up just now were not complete.

September 9st: I passed the ji last year.Ping An and I are in class 1, and Ping An is like (like) a duckling.

September 9: It was cold today.Ping An gave me the weijin (scarf) to dai (wear).

October 10: The juice Ping An gave me is very good (drink).

……

Peace, peace.

It turned out that half of the diary just now had been erased, and that half happened to be about peace.

Fan Wujiu turned back immediately, and the torn parts were slowly spliced ​​together like dead wood resurrected, and the second half of the diary appeared before their eyes.

November 11: I went to Ping An's house to play.Ping An said that there was a cat meowing at the window (window).

November 11th: Ping An didn't go to school, Dad said he went to find the little duck.

November 11: Today I went to the office shi (office), and I heard Mr. Li say that it was safe to tiaolou (jump off the building).

December 12rd: Xinyi said that tiaolou (jumping off the building) died, and he will not be able to go to school safely.

December 12th: Mother burns paper money (money) for the master, and the master can receive it.I want to shao (burn) the paper doll, safe neng (can) receive it.

December 12: Zuo (made) a paper doll today.

December 12: Zuo (made) two paper dolls today.

……

The next few articles are all about making paper dolls by myself. Sometimes I write an extra sentence, and sometimes there is only one number.The pages of the book turned in the golden light, and finally there was a different one.

This is the last and longest entry in the diary.

February 12:

Today zuo (made) ten dolls, and toutou (secretly) burned them behind my mother's back.Xinyi said that zuo (doing) will not be able to toutai (reincarnate) in peace, and I want to erase the diary ca (erase).

Goodbye, peace.

……

There is a folk rumor that if someone is obsessed with it and refuses to let go, the dead soul cannot be reincarnated.

Xie Bian knew about this legend, but he didn't expect that the first-grade children would erase and tear up the diary because of this.

Xiaoxi's father also saw his daughter's handwriting beside him, but it was a pity that the things reproduced by the Floating Light Curse could not be touched, so he could only look at his daughter's diary and his eyes were red.

There is too little information in the diary, so Xie Bian can deduce the approximate date when he jumped off the building safely. Light Curse accepted: "I wrote it all down, if you want to know, you can ask me."

He wanted to remind Xie Bian to cherish his life, but Xie Bian had his own discretion.

Xie Bian's body was filled with the spiritual power from Lao Fandu, and he regarded it as a treasure, so he was reluctant to waste any of it, so he hurriedly adjusted his internal breath obediently.

"I...can I keep this?" Xiaoxi's father stared at his daughter's diary eagerly wanting to take it over, and he was afraid of Hao Wan who once put him in the ball and bumped all the way, as well as the capable man in front of him. The two of them only dared to look at Zhao Meng, the only one who had expressed kindness to him.

Zhao Meng couldn't decide by himself, so he could only look at Xie Bian with a pleading look.

Xie Bian closed the pink diary, held it in both hands and handed it to Xiaoxi's father.

Brother Xi took it carefully and put it on his chest together with the bear doll.

"We're going to take a look at the mahjong parlor, do you want to stay here?" Xie Bian asked him.

The man wiped his ashen face that was muddy with tears, and refused with a trembling voice: "I'll go with you, maybe I can think of something that can help me when I get there, and I can see my daughter sooner."

Xie Bian took Hao Wan's hand and walked into the Gate of Nothingness, Fan Wujiu led Xiaoxi's father into the gate, Zhao Meng unexpectedly chose the queen.

Zhao Meng looked at the duck with its feet up in the bamboo basket on the bed, and walked over without saying a word.

He straightened the duck, and solemnly placed the oral calculation card that Xie Bian took out from the self-examination room on the ground next to it.

Ping An's unfinished homework, and the doll he gave Xiaoxi, quietly cuddled.

Zhao Meng looked back for the last time, and then caught up with Xie Bian.

……

Walking all the way to the mahjong parlor, the feeling of being with you like a shadow still hasn't disappeared. Xie Bian can only keep looking up at Fan Wujiu to calm his mind.

Every time he looked at it, Lao Fan would smile at him, but the people beside this smile could also see it.

Zhao Meng began to suspect that the sun was coming out from the west, and Mr. Killing God smiled happily all day long.

The confinement room at the end of the corridor, the order of the one column on the left is easy to determine, but the four rooms on the right are difficult to sort.

Xie Bian didn't know whether rooms 5 to 8 were arranged from the innermost one, or from the one at hand to the one he had entered.

He didn't know whether the room he entered was the end of the story or the middle part of the story.

But he knew one thing, that day when he was sent to self-examination together with Lao Fan, Fan Wujiu tampered with the broken house in Wuwang City.

Originally, the one behind the room was supposed to be part of the story that the evil spirit was going to tell, but it was changed by Fan Wujiu for some reason.

Xie Bian was confused, Fan Wujiu had already made a decision for him, and strode into the room where Xie Bian had been.

When the door was opened again, all the mahjong wallpapers were replaced with patterns of river water, and light blue covered the entire room.

Fan Wujiu turned on the bedside lamp, and the small light warmed the space.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Xie Bian tore up all the oral calculation cards and winter vacation homework on the table, and the pieces of paper fell like snowflakes.

Xiaoxi's father came in last, looked at the bedroom which was similar in layout to his daughter's room, and gently put the bear doll in his arms on the bed.

Ping'an's ducklings accompany Xiaoxi, and Xiaoxi's bear dolls can also accompany Ping'an.

Knowing the news of Ping'an's death, the atmosphere in the room was somewhat depressed, Zhao Meng wanted to say something to adjust it.

"Brother, what did you encounter in the room when you came in by yourself?"

Xie Bian thought for a while, and gestured to him: "Many mahjong kids with arms and legs, as tall as Hao Wan, chasing and biting me one by one."

"Ah! Brother, are you injured?" Zhao Meng was about to start checking, when he suddenly felt a chill behind his back, turned his head and saw Fan Wujiu was staring at him gloomyly, and was so frightened that he quickly retracted his hand, for fear of making Xie Bian damaged Mr. Fan and asked him to pay for it.

Xie Bian also saw Fan Wujiu frightening people with a straight face, for some reason he thought it was a little funny, being touched by Zhao Meng was fine, why was Fan Wujiu so nervous?

How did he know that Mr. Wuchang was already working very hard to suppress his possessive desire, trying to restrain himself from beating up Zhao Meng who was in front of him every day.

Fan Wujiu stood in front of the window, Xie Bian glanced and smiled, and saw the window behind him again.

window……

In Xiaoxi's diary, Ping An told her that there was a cat outside the window.

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Lao Fan: Don’t touch it indiscriminately, what should I do if I touch it?