I finally fell into my own hands

A blue-green will-o'-the-wisp lit up in the yard, and Qi Ye looked at the dancing flames with an indescribable expression.

"Can I eat food roasted by ghost fire?"

"Of course, it's no different from ordinary fire."

Hei Hei dug out a sack of charcoal from the utility room, patiently ignited it with a will-o'-the-wisp and piled it into the grill, and fanned it diligently.

Qi Ye took out the meat from the freezer, thawed it in the microwave, and marinated it again: "What kind of dipping sauce do you like?"

"Just like you."

"... Can you eat spicy food?"

"I like it, but I'm allergic to chili."

While preparing the dipping sauce, Qi Ye murmured in his heart, it was really the same as him.

Hei Hei is an expert at grilling. He used to catch a few ghosts and roast them whole. Although it was more troublesome, it was a thousand times more delicious than raw food.

Now that he is stable in this world, he should consider improving his quality of life.

Seeing that the charcoal fire was flourishing, Hei Hei floated to the kitchen and found some skewers for skewers: "Qi Ye, go and watch the fire, I'll prepare some ingredients."

The ingredients in his mouth are naturally fresh ghosts and resentful spirits.Qi Ye understood without saying much, and went to the yard with the marinated chicken, duck and fish.

Seeing Qi Ye leave, it was convenient for Hei Hei to act recklessly. As we all know, the owner of this house was divided into thousands of slices, which was really convenient and fresh barbecue ingredients for him.

Hei Hei jumped up and down the house with a bamboo stick, rummaged through every corner, and finally came up with a large plate of ghouls. The pieces of meat that he strung on the sticks were crying non-stop. Heihei thought they were making a fuss, so he sprinkled pepper and salt on them impatiently.

The poor and irritable hangman in the piano room will be kept for the time being, let him play a few songs to add to the fun later, and we will deal with him after the barbecue is over.

As for the oldest person——

Hei Hei glanced at the man sitting by the window of the study, clasped his fists at the long-haired male ghost wearing a moon-white robe, with a straight back and a dignified posture, and smiled remarkably: "Senior, thank you for your afternoon!" Helped the kid."

The long-haired male ghost nodded slightly: "It's nothing to do with a little effort."

Hei Hei looked at the male ghost calmly, and saw that his posture was gentle and elegant, and his manners advanced and retreated with restraint. He was not at all cold and frightening as a ghost should be, but instead made him feel like a spring breeze.

In the afternoon, he was the one who distracted the provocative piano ghost and relieved Qi Ye from his nightmare.

His black gaze swept over the long-haired male ghost's hands, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his hands were bare, without fingers.

The male ghost seemed to be aware of the black gaze, and hurriedly hid his hands in his sleeves.

Hei Hei saw that this ghost was several hundred years old. Although his strength was mediocre, his seniority was there. He didn't know the depth of the other party's background, so he lowered his posture: "I may have to quarrel with that child for a while, I hope seniors don't mind." .”

"It's okay, that kid can see ghosts, right? I'll try to avoid it so as not to scare him."

Hei Hei shook his head: "I'll just tell him, senior doesn't need to deliberately avoid it."

The male ghost was startled, it was the first time he had met someone who could communicate in so many years, no, it was a ghost who could communicate.

……

"Why don't you start roasting?" Hei Hei and the antique-level male ghost finished their greetings, and then came to the yard with neat slices of lonely ghosts and wild ghosts. Seeing Qi Ye staring at the dancing will-o'-the-wisps in a daze, it was obvious that it was Waiting for him to be together.

He knew that he would never admit to his twisted personality when he was a child, and sure enough——

"Not hungry," Qi Ye glanced at the ghost slices on the black plate: "We live in someone else's house, and now you even roast the master to eat, is that okay?"

Hei Hei took a few skewers of ghosts and put them on the grill: "They are the kind of evil ghosts who cheated into marriages in life, and made troubles for the homeowner after death. It's a face for me to eat."

Qi Ye: "..."

"As for the one in the piano room, we'll settle it later."

The white piano trembled in the dark.

Qi Ye glanced at the sizzling evil ghost Chuan'er, and leisurely teased him back: "Then you are also an evil ghost yourself?"

As soon as he said this, he immediately regretted it. Although it was intended as a joke among friends, from his own standpoint it seemed... a bit too much.

The faint blue light of the fire reflected on the black white fox mask, making his eyes a little unpredictable: "I, maybe it's more hateful than these ghosts."

"..."

"I was burned for three days and three nights."

Hei Hei looked at the barbecue that was gradually changing color in the charcoal fire, and his tone was so flat that he seemed to be talking about other people's affairs. In fact, he was not pretending. The memories of those years were indeed only some fleeting fragments, which were so faded that they hardly belonged to him... …On the contrary, the memory of poverty when I was young is relatively clear.

At that time, he was Qi Ye in front of him.

After a moment of silence, Qi Ye said lightly, "Well, it's okay."

He didn't ask any more questions, and he said it lightly, which was really the best response for Hei Hei.

"Qiye..."

"Huh?" Qi Ye looked up at him, his eyes were crystal clear under the light of the fire, Hei Hei saw his funny appearance wearing a white fox mask from his eyes.

Hei Hei is clear, he is no longer this Qi Ye.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Hei Hei hadn't answered for a long time, Qi Ye raised it wholeheartedly.

"Your chicken wings, it's time to turn them over."

"..."

Noisy, the roasted golden chicken wings were oily, and the fat was overflowing, Qi Ye swallowed, feeling that the winter night in this haunted house was scorching hot, he poured himself a glass of iced Coke to quench the fire.

Hei Hei put the roasted yellow ghost meat into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and suddenly said to the room with great interest: "Little ghost who plays the piano, how about some music to cheer you up?"

Bang——The sharp sound of the piano made people's scalp numb.

The piano ghost seemed to have a bit of a temper, and Qi Ye, who was drinking the fat house happy water, almost choked.

"Be serious, I will send you to reincarnation later, otherwise—"

Hei Hei's tone was half a joke and half a discussion. After a moment of confrontation, intermittent piano sounds sounded in the room, and Qi Ye was choked again.

Eating skewers of the victim's corpse at the murder scene, and listening to the murderer's performance to add to the fun, what kind of sensational haunted house barbecue party is this!

Butler Luo, who happened to pass by from a long distance outside the house, vaguely saw blue-green ghost lights shining in the yard, and he was in a bad mood. He secretly speculated that this Mr. Eat the meat and remove the bones, throw it in the yard and roast it?

He was afraid and sympathetic, a good young man with a bright future and a bright future, why can't he think about living in a haunted house for a mere 20 yuan, no, it's gone.

On this side, the piano ghost played five or six pieces, and what was even worse was that Hei Hei asked people to play it, and even ordered it, which caused the piano ghost to become angrily later, the more he played, the less distracted he was, and he almost tapped the keys with his feet.

"...Don't embarrass him like this." Even Qi Ye couldn't stand it anymore.

Hei Hei laughed and teased: "Let him scare you earlier."

The implication is, let me vent your anger.

"..." Qi Ye buried his head in eating the roasted chicken wings, which were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, wondering if the charcoal burned by the ghost fire was too hot, making his face slightly red and hot.

It's okay to blush, and her heartbeat is inexplicably fast, and a barbecue meal is thrilling.

Hei Hei was biting the evil ghost skewers while thinking, Qi Ye is cute and cute now, he can't help but bully him with words while protecting him and helping him earn money, and when his spirit veins awaken, will he settle the score after autumn...

……

After eating and drinking enough, Qi Ye cleaned up the yard and went to wash the dishes, while Hei Hei took a walk in the house to digest his food, and then floated to the bathroom to fill Qi Ye with bath water.

He checked the house, except for the green hat ghost and Senior Antique, he ate up the entire haunted house.Mr. Li is also a thoughtful person, with everything needed for food and clothing, and all of them are high-end goods. Living here is much better than that dilapidated apartment in Maoer Hutong.

"Qi Ye, I've put away the bath water for you." Hei Hei knew that he was a bumpkin when he was a child, and had never used such a high-end bathroom, so he probably didn't know how to put the bath water in the bathtub.

"...Thank you."

The faucet is running, actually Qi Ye is a little at a loss now, getting so close to a ghost, and he still relies more and more on him unknowingly, this shouldn't be considered a good thing, right?

Is that what ghosts are like?Although he doesn't understand it very well now, he can feel that Hei Hei's kindness to him has long been beyond the scope of ghost servants.

This person... No, what is this ghost planning?It was because he felt that the other party didn't want anything, so he found it difficult.

And what can I repay him?

His dark face was hidden under the mask, which always made people unable to see through his true emotions. He watched Qi Ye carry a bath towel and a change of clothes into the bathroom, and then floated to the piano room on the second floor.

Without Qi Ye, he can show his side of doing whatever he wants again. He believes that Qi Ye won't shower half naked and run out to see how he negotiates with other ghosts.

Hei Hei sat on the piano stand, and One Finger Zen tapped the keyboard leisurely: "Come out, I'll send you to reincarnation."

The piano ghost shivered in the dark: "..."

"In that child's dream during the day, if it wasn't for that long-haired senior who stopped you and you touched my people, you would have been out of your wits by now." Hei Hei wasn't trying to scare him, he could really do it.

"Sorry……"

"Okay, let me ask you something."

A young ghost who hanged himself appeared next to the piano according to the words, sticking out his tongue and stretching his neck, with black eyes and a pale face, it was very scary at first glance.

"That antique senior in the room, do you know his origin?"

The hanged ghost shook his head: "He seems to have lived here for hundreds of years. It is said that he existed before this house was built, but he is not aggressive, and his ghost power is also very ordinary. He just rummages around aimlessly all day long to find things. It was only after his death that he knew of his existence."

Looking for something? ?

The hanged ghost thought for a while and continued: "The most outrageous thing he has done is probably like cutting off the fingers of all kinds of dolls, cutting them off and hiding them himself."

He frowned, what kind of habit is this?Favorite doll fingers?The bald hands of the long-haired male ghost flashed through Hei Hei's mind again.

Because I have no fingers?So looking for an alternative?

Seeing that the boss in front of him seemed dissatisfied, the hanged ghost tried his best to think about it again, but he really couldn't think of anything, let alone him, I'm afraid even the person involved himself was confused.

This kind of death with a strong obsession will produce two extreme situations, one is to become a vicious ghost, seeing people and killing people and seeing Buddhas and killing Buddhas, such as Hei Hei back then; the other is more docile, unable to pull out the soul thread Unable to reincarnate, the painful memories of the year are also selectively forgotten, just mechanically repeating a certain behavior in life as a ghost. This behavior is often a regret that has not been achieved.

Obviously, this old antique belongs to the latter.

Hei Hei knew that he couldn't ask any more questions from the hanged ghost, so he stopped embarrassing him, pulled out the soul thread and sent him to the next life, chewing the spirit body dryly, but all his thoughts were on his fingers.

Finger words...Heihei suddenly had a plan, and he thought it was very feasible, so he floated downstairs in high spirits, went into the kitchen and opened the freezer of the refrigerator...

……

All is ready except for the opportunity.

Heihei floated up to the study on the second floor confidently, and sure enough, he saw the long-haired male ghost in a moon white shirt looking for something aimlessly again.

Hei Hei knew that this ghost was kind, and at the time he was afraid that he would scare Qi Ye, so he carefully avoided his sight, and even diverted the piano ghost for him. For himself.

If you don't get rid of the grievances in the male ghost's heart, you won't be able to send him to reincarnation, and this trip to the haunted house is not perfect.

What's more, the black and black cleanliness has an inexplicable desire to control, and he doesn't want to have other ghosts around 'myself'.

"Senior, may I ask, are you looking for your own fingers?"

The long-haired male ghost stopped what he was doing, nodded in a daze, and repeated Hei Hei's words suddenly: "I'm looking...I'm looking...yes, where are my fingers?"

Sure enough, as he expected, the long-haired male ghost who became the earth-bound spirit has lost part of his memory, Hei Hei further guided: "Senior, can you show me your hand?"

The long-haired male ghost rarely showed embarrassment, frowned and shook his head lightly: "My hands are too ugly to show others."

"Is my face ugly?"

Saying that, Heihei took off the white fox mask underneath, revealing a face that had been burned by the fire. The long-haired male ghost stared blankly, gasping for air.

But it can be roughly seen from the black outline that he used to be very good-looking.

Seeing the reaction of the long-haired male ghost, Hei Hei knew that he had scared the ghost, so he quickly put on the mask again.

"Your finger, I may have a solution." Hei Hei's tone was always casual, but there was an inadvertent certainty that was convincing.

The male ghost's bewildered eyes gradually cleared up, and he got a little bright: "What's the explanation?"

"You don't need to look for it, just make a new one."

"Um……?"

"I know an old man. His job is to be a beauty doctor, and his side job is a soul-replenishing master. His craftsmanship is very good. It is absolutely as good as the original one."

In his last life, Hei Hei knew a soul-replenishing master named Xu. During the day, he was an upright Dr. Xu in a plastic surgery clinic.In the evening, ghosts repair their souls. Those who are torn apart when they die, and whose resentment persists due to incomplete limbs and souls, can find him to repair them and they will be able to die on their own.

Of course, those little girls who don't want to be reincarnated for the time being will also find Dr. Xu to have their faces trimmed and adjusted, so that their faces will look like new ones.

No, it should be said that it looks better than when it was alive.

It stands to reason that Qi Ye met Lao Xu four years later, but now Hei Hei, who has lived through life once, has the script and can unlock the map as he likes.

Medical cosmetology, original... These new words are difficult for the long-haired ancient male ghost to understand, but he still nodded politely, and asked cautiously: "As far as I know, the price of a soul repairer is very high. Right? I don’t have any relatives or reason, I’m afraid I can’t offer anything.”

"Because this soul-replenishing master was an executioner from his ancestors, and the killing karma was too heavy and disasters continued. A hundred years ago, he met an expert and gave his family the method of repairing the soul to make up for his crimes. Therefore, it is almost free. It is to find his ghost. There are too many, appointments have to be queued for several months, and he does not follow common sense, not all commissions are accepted, I will show you the situation first."

reserve?It was another word that the long-haired male ghost couldn't understand, and he nodded gently: "Then there will be little brother Lao."

"Before that, seniors can temporarily use this instead."

The long-haired male ghost: "...What is this?"

Hei Hei took out ten Halloween specialty finger biscuits from his pocket. The biscuits were baked just right, and the tips of the almonds exuded a smell of burnt.

"Halloween witch finger biscuits," Hei Hei replied, sticking the biscuits to the male ghost's bare hands with spells: "The biscuits may be a little unsightly, but for the time being, seniors bear with it."

The long-haired male ghost raised his hands in novelty, looked at the sloppy and funny biscuit fingers, his eyes were gentle and serious: "Thank you."

Hei Hei suddenly couldn't bear it: "Don't accidentally eat your fingers."

After all, the witch finger biscuits had maple syrup on them, which smelled weird.

"Okay, I'll be careful..." The male ghost paused, his eyes gradually lit up, as if he remembered something, he suddenly said embarrassedly: "Little brother, can I bother you with one more thing?"

"Senior, please speak."

The long-haired male ghost pursed his lips: "Can you get me some ink and paper, I can't touch these in the room."

Although he is old, his ghost power is low, and he can only touch, knock, cut and smash the things in the world, and he can't do it if he wants to make further contact.

Heihei understood, fortunately, everything was available in the study, he took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to perform small spells, and handed them to the long-haired male ghost, and the other party could use them as freely as when he was alive.

"Thank you so much." The male ghost respectfully took the pen and paper with his almond biscuit fingers. His eyes that were originally dead were shining brightly. The flowers, birds, plants and trees will be bloomed.

It turned out that this senior was a painter before his death.

Hei Hei's work is rough, he doesn't know ink and wash, and he doesn't know flowers and birds. He always thinks that the male ghost paints well. At the stairway, I met Qi Ye who had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower. His hair was not completely dried, and the water stains ran from his forehead to his cheeks, and condensed into crystal clear water droplets on his chin.

"Don't go back to the study, there is an old man painting there."

Qi Ye thought of the ancient painting he saw by chance in his dream in the afternoon: "Is it the one who helped me in the afternoon?"

"You did find out."

Qi Ye nodded: "I'll thank you in person later, was this old man a painter before his death?"

"It should be. The old man had his ten fingers cut off. He probably died because of this. After his death, his soul returned to his hometown, and he repeated the act of looking for his fingers. I saw a box of leftover witch finger biscuits from Halloween on the quick-frozen layer of the refrigerator." , I put it on for him temporarily, and it seems to be quite to his liking."

"..." Qi Ye was speechless, isn't this deceiving the feelings of the ancients?

"Don't make such an expression, I will make the best use of it."

Qi Ye can't laugh or cry, his family Heihei can not only turn ghosts into food, but also turn food into ghosts, ghosts are talented.

"Go to sleep, you were frightened by that brat today and hurt your yang energy."

"Hair is wet, don't worry."

Hei Hei took the towel draped over his shoulders, and wiped it carefully on Qi Ye's wet hair: "Use a hair dryer to dry it later."

Qi Ye was annoyed by his nagging, so he went back to the bathroom to dry his hair, slandering: "You look like an old father."

He had no father since he was a child, but in fact there is a nagging and caring ghost, and he is really happy from the bottom of his heart.

After Qi Ye finished washing, he was finally able to lie on the spacious and clean bed. He almost had a heart attack when he lifted the quilt. Under the quilt lay an inflatable doll, which was more terrifying than a ghost at first glance...

He finally understood the meaning of "what type of girl do you like" in the assistant needs questionnaire.

Hei Hei clicked his tongue in distaste, and threw the inflatable doll out of the window, and then leaned over and lay beside her.

Qi Ye turned his head to see him taking it for granted: "Are you going to sleep with me every day from now on?"

"Don't be so alien, this is what ghost servants should do."

Qi Ye didn't believe a word of Hei Hei's words, and smiled wryly: "It's really conscientious."

"It's not like a family doesn't share the same bed."

Qi Ye: "...???"

At two o'clock in the morning, Qi Ye fell asleep in a daze. He saw that there was no movement in the study next door, so he floated over lightly. The old man put down his pen, leaned on the desk with his biscuit fingers and fell into a dormancy state.

Hei Hei approached the desk, the shadow of the moon was moving westward, and the bluish-white moonlight fell on the ink-stained rice paper, he stared at it for a moment, a little surprised.

Not only because the old senior is full of dignified and beautiful paper, and each stroke is fascinating, but also because of the inscription in the painting——

Yun Yan.

Hei Hei faintly felt that the charm of this brush and ink was somewhat familiar with this name, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while. He tried to touch the drawing paper with his fingers lightly, and followed the moonlight to trace the brush and ink.

The moment I closed my eyes, fragmentary and scattered pictures appeared in front of my eyes. The bustling courtyards, young men in fresh clothes and furious horses, and the hearty pen and ink flashed by.

A room full of paintings were burnt to the ground, the painter's ten fingers were cut off, his muscles and bones were broken, and his flesh and flesh were separated. Crack was hoarse and silent, and his bare hands were still pressed on the drawing paper, and the plums were painted with blood.

The scene changed again, and the soul of the dead painter returned to the old house, becoming an earth-bound spirit rummaging through the ruined walls for his fingers that did not exist long ago.

When Hei Hei opened his eyes again, he subconsciously clenched his hand, and he was slightly relieved after clearly feeling the presence of his fingers.

Yun Yan, Yun Yan... Hei Hei suddenly felt clear-headed, remembering the source of the inscription, he unconsciously uttered a dirty word——

Oh shit!What a coincidence!

Seeing that the ink marks on the rice paper had dried, he carefully rolled up the painting, passed through the wall and rushed towards the west city.

……

The Xu family’s old house in Chunshu Hutong in Xicheng only lights candles at night. The owner’s name is Xu Fang. He vacated an empty house outside his courtyard and ran a plastic surgery clinic. This clinic is different from other places. Closes at five o'clock, without exception.

Xu Fang scrambled to have dinner every day after closing, and went to bed on time at six o'clock in the afternoon. After midnight, he got up and put on his white coat, prepared his needle and thread, and the clinic that closed at five o'clock quietly opened again, with an appointment Another wave of customers began to show up one after another.

This wave of customers is naturally different from the daytime ones, they come from the underworld.

There are all kinds of incomplete parts of customers, most of them are accidents such as car accidents and falling from buildings. Massage conditioning, swelling and weight loss.

These drowning ghosts swear not to lose weight and not to reincarnate, because many obese patients drowned in their previous lives.

The work of nourishing the soul is too hard. Xu Fang's ancestors took the job because they were afraid that the karma of killing would be too heavy and their children and grandchildren would be ruined. When it was passed on to Xu Fang, he himself had no desire to marry a wife to carry on the family line, so he was not active. For two orders, there are too many ghosts who make an appointment, so they can only be numbered, and even scalpers appear.

That night, Xu Fang sent the last customer away, and extinguished the candles at the four corners of the small consulting room as usual. Looking out the window, he knew that it was snowing in the middle of the night. Pour yourself and wait for dawn.

The 27-year-old is alone and happy with his family.

Xu Fang pushed open the window, and the fine and dense snow fell into the house, and the scene reflected by the snow light was somewhat similar to the half-painted "Snow in the Evening River Treading Plum Blossoms" in the bedroom.

Why half?

When Xu Fang was a child, he heard from his grandfather that the 15-year-old son Qi Yunyan became famous in Winter City with "The Picture of Mi Xue in the Evening River". Two years later, the Qi family offended the officials and his family. The painting idiot risked his life to hide this "Late River Mixue Stepping on Plum Blossoms", and handed over the copied painting to preserve it.

After the change of dynasty, this painting "Late River Mixue Stepping on Plum Trees" was worth a thousand taels of gold. Unfortunately, the painting later fell into the hands of bandits, and it was torn in half during the uneven distribution of spoils.

Half of them are in the Xu family, and the other half have long since disappeared.

Xu Fang is not a person who knows how to paint, but he has an indissoluble bond with this painting "Late River Mixue Stepping on Plum Trees" since he was a child. Back then, when he couldn't even walk steadily, he often stared at this painting in a daze. Grandpa said it was a chance , He simply hung this painting in his bedroom, and this hanging has been hanging for more than 20 years.

Whenever he is restless, facing this painting can calm him down.

Some things, after getting along for a long time, become a thought engraved in the bones.

The hot water in the stove kept gurgling, Xu Fang withdrew his mind and was about to warm the wine, when suddenly his shoulders tensed——

Someone, no, a ghost is coming.