dream soul return

The tall off-road vehicle was driving on the winding mountain road, and the wipers kept swinging left and right to push the rainwater to the sides.

Sitting in the back seat of the car was a handsome man.He was wearing ordinary hiking clothes with a black scarf around his neck.At this moment, he was looking out of the window at the rain that was almost in a line, and his sharp eyebrows and eyes were full of displeasure.

"I said... do you have to go up the mountain at this time?"

There were only two people in the car, so he naturally asked the other person who was driving the car.The other party was concentrating on observing the road conditions in front of him. When he heard the question, he distractedly replied, "Isn't that right? Xiaoqi said that his master and uncle will go down the mountain in a few days. If you don't hurry up, it will be too late."

"So what if it's too late, it's just a deceiving trick."

"A deceitful trick?" The other party suddenly raised his voice, "You saw it yourself! Xiao Yuan, what did you take your parents' hard work for?!" At the end, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Si Yuan knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, but he was unwilling to give in.Although he agreed to his parents, it didn't mean he agreed with him in his heart, so he didn't want to admit his mistake at this moment, he pursed his lips and answered in silence.

Si Qing also understood his younger brother's temper, which was hard and smelly, and he had to go all the way to the dark.But this time it was a matter of life and death, no matter how willful he was, he couldn't help it.

The two had their own concerns and reached the top of the mountain in silence.

The Pingshan school is named after the mountain, which is located on the top of Pingshan in Yingcheng.This place is close to Pingshan Mountain and Yingshui River, which is a rare treasure land of geomantic omen.But from the first time Si Yuan saw it, there was an unspeakable throbbing pain in his heart, which made him breathless.This throbbing pain made him subconsciously want to back up, all the way to the foot of the mountain.

But no.

The expectations of his parents and elder brother are placed on the Pingshan faction, no matter how willful he is, he can't just walk away.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyuan. Are you uncomfortable?" Si Qing noticed his strangeness.

"It's okay." Si Yuan grabbed the scarf, paused, and said again, "It's raining too much, it's a bit annoying."

Only then did Si Qing feel relieved, and walked to the gate of the Taoist temple together with Si Yuan.The door of the Taoist temple was closed tightly. Si Qing stepped forward, and according to Xiaoqi's words, he pulled up the door knocker and tugged hard.As soon as he let go of his hand, the sound of crisp bells came from all directions.

When Si Yuan heard the ringing of the bell, he looked around, but he couldn't find a bell as far as he could see.He guessed that maybe the bell was hidden behind the door, and the sound could be transmitted in all directions by virtue of the special terrain.

He is preparing a new episode of "Approaching Science" in his mind, and the door has been opened a crack.

A young man poked his head out, "What are the two benefactors doing?"

Si Qing hurriedly took out a talisman wrapped in red cloth from his shirt pocket, handed it to the young man, and said, "Meng Qiheng, a 22nd generation disciple of the Pingshan School, introduced us."

The young man took the talisman and looked it over carefully, "It is indeed Brother Meng's. Your surname is Si?"

"Exactly. Under Si Qing, this is my younger brother Si Yuan. I came here to chatter this time because of my younger brother."

While Si Qing was talking, he hinted at Si Yuan with his eyes to say a few words, but Si Yuan didn't move at all, and was so angry that Si Qing bumped him with his elbow.

The boy had already opened the door completely, "Since Brother Meng introduced you, then follow me."

This Taoist temple looks no different from other Taoist temples.The courtyard of Sanjin, the first thing you see when you step into the Taoist temple is the statue of Sanqing placed in the main hall.Before Si Yuan learned to walk, he went to countless Taoist temples and Buddhist temples in the arms of his parents.If you have to talk about the characteristics of the Taoist temple in front of you, the biggest characteristic is probably that it has no characteristics.

However, he couldn't help but look back at the direction of the gate when he came - different from what he imagined, there wasn't even half a bell behind the gate.

Before Si Yuan could figure it out, the boy had already led the two of them into the second entrance.It was still raining, and the raindrops hit the umbrella surface with a dull sound.The three of them were not in the mood to talk, until they entered the room and put away the umbrella, Si Qing said: "Have you asked the Taoist priest's name?"

"The Taoist leader doesn't dare to bear it, my name is Yu Jingcheng."

"Mr. Yu, I don't know your grand uncle..."

Yu Jingcheng interrupted him, "It's an unlucky time for you to come. The head of the sect went out to run some errands a few days ago, and I don't know when he will be back."

Si Qing was taken aback, and quickly explained: "No, we are looking for your master uncle."

"I know, but you have to ask the master about everything about the uncle. Don't worry, we have already sent a text message to the master. It's just that the master doesn't use his mobile phone very much, and it may take a few days to receive a reply. "

Si Qing was dumbfounded, he didn't know whether he should be surprised that all the masters of his master and uncle had to intervene, or should he be surprised that this kind of celestial master sect also used such a modern thing as a mobile phone to communicate.

The boy said again: "This room is the guest room. You stay here for a few days. But the back is where the sect disciples live, outsiders are generally not allowed to enter."

Si Qing repeatedly said yes, and Yu Jingcheng, who had received the guarantee, walked away briskly, leaving behind the two brothers of the Si family.

"Brother," Si Yuan, who had been acting as the background board before, said, "Did you hear what that Yu Jingcheng said?"

"what?"

"It means that their master and uncle have to ask the head of everything. Don't you think it's strange? The elders can manage like this?"

Si Qing hesitated for a moment, and said, "Maybe it's because Master Uncle is too old and can't do many things, so he wants to be in charge?"

"How can you help me when you are too old?"

Si Qing couldn't justify himself, so he could only vaguely say, "No matter what, it's their sect's business. We're here to solve your business. As long as your business is resolved, we don't have to worry about their sect's own affairs." Housework."

Si Yuan shrugged, without comment.

Although the rain has not stopped, the indoor temperature has risen slightly due to the popularity.Si Yuan had long felt that the scarf around his neck was tight and suffocated, and at this moment he couldn't wait to tear off the scarf, revealing the hideous bruises that had been covered before.

Seeing the shocking wound again, Si Qing wished to pull Yu Jingcheng over for a moment.He looked closer and worried, "It seems to be more serious?"

"It's okay," Si Yuan said calmly, "It's just a normal discoloration, I don't feel anything."

Si Qing let out a "huh", but in his heart he cursed that his younger brother didn't know what he ate to grow up, and he seemed indifferent to everything he encountered, and he didn't care about anything.That day in Si's, when he pushed his office away and saw his younger brother who was lying on the ground on the verge of suffocation, his heart almost stopped beating, but the other just got up and patted his buttocks, acting calmer than him—even more Remind him to remember to buy himself a scarf.

So calm.

Just like now, Si Yuan is lying on the recliner by the window, quietly watching the raindrops outside the window, calmly as if he came here for a picnic.

He was indeed calm, looking at the raindrops at this moment, thinking about what happened that day when he was attacked, the expression on his face remained unchanged.

It was also cloudy that day, but it didn't rain.Layers of gray clouds piled on top of each other, as if they wanted to press into people's hearts.Most people don't like cloudy days, especially Si Yuan.He frowned and walked into Changfeng Building - Mrs. Si was on the floors above the twentieth floor of Changfeng Building, and walked to the elevator door.The two silver doors of the elevator parted to the left and right, revealing a woman.

She was standing in a corner, wearing a Qing Dynasty-style oversized dress, her long hair hanging down to her waist, her head lowered, and her face could not be seen clearly.Silently.

It's not surprising that Si Yuan saw so much, his first reaction was to look at the woman's shadow - as expected, there was no one.

Looks like we have to wait for the next elevator.Thinking of this, Si Yuan stood there without moving, quietly watching the elevator finally close slowly.

At the moment when the elevator doors were about to close, he saw the woman look up, the eyes on her pale face were full of hatred.

The ladder door is fully closed.

There was no abnormality in the next elevator, and Si Yuan walked in and went straight up to the [-]th floor—that was where the office was located, and it was also the highest floor of the entire Changfeng Building.

Everything after that was normal, and he worked on documents in the office until evening.It was not obvious in the cloudy evening, Si Yuan remembered that at that time he looked up at the clock hanging on the opposite wall - it showed [-]:[-].

Then there was a knock on the door.

Si Yuan subconsciously wanted to call "Come in", but felt something strange before he could speak.

wrong--

The knocking sound did not come from the door.

more like—

behind him.

Si Yuan stood up abruptly, walked straight to the door, and then turned around to look behind him.

Sure enough, outside the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, the female ghost in Qing Dynasty clothes floated out, with one hand still in the posture of knocking on the door.Seeing that Si Yuan had already seen her, an exaggerated smile appeared on her malicious face.The bright red gums and pale lips made this already unattractive face even more pervasive.

Si Yuan stood at the door with a careless and indifferent expression on his face.There is still a floor-to-ceiling window between him and the female ghost, presumably——

Before he could finish thinking, the female ghost went straight through the floor-to-ceiling window and rushed towards Si Yuan!

How is it possible - even Si Yuan couldn't help but widen his eyes at this moment.

Seeing Si Yuan's inconceivable expression, the female ghost's smile became more unbridled, revealing more of her blood-red gums.Her slender and long fingers like dead branches got closer and closer to Si Yuan, until——finally pinched him.

She pinched Si Yuan and retreated step by step towards the French windows.

The suffocation from the neck cannot be ignored, Si Yuan stretched out his hand forcefully, and grabbed the female ghost instead.But the female ghost didn't move at all—that's right, how could a dead person die again.

But not right.

In his hand is obviously a magic weapon to check and balance ghosts. It has been tried and tested for more than 20 years. Why does it fail today?

The feeling of suffocation is getting stronger.Si Yuan stared at the ghost's lifeless face, exhausted his last strength, took off the magic weapon, and threw it towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

The sound made by the collision of jade and glass is clear and crisp.Fortunately, for some reason, the female ghost pulled him towards the floor-to-ceiling window, otherwise he might not be able to make such a sound.

Si Qing, who was walking towards Si Yuan's office, heard the voice from inside the door, his face changed drastically, and he rushed to open the door, and saw Si Yuan who was hunched over and coughing - his neck was covered with bruises, his fingers distinct.

The author has something to say:

I still remember when everyone told ghost stories in junior high school, the most impressive thing was the high-level knock on the window, which scared me to stare at the window before going to bed at night ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Fixed some bugs