death of mountain god

The three-legged golden toad with a copper coin in its mouth was squatting on the bamboo platform, Shen Yuntan poured tea on it after washing, raised his eyes and smiled and said, "Everyone, please take care of me."

Chen Heng looked around carefully, but couldn't pick out any thorns, and felt that he was being mediocre, so he glanced at Zhou Li with hatred, and suddenly said, "Why did I fall in love with you? It's not easy for Xiao Shen. "

Zhou Li was so wronged that he choked on his saliva, covered his chest and coughed, stared at his fat stomach and said, "I... what's wrong with me? Can I still have a crush on you?"

Chen Heng lowered his head and glanced at the lump of flesh on his stomach. From the perspective of looking down, he could feel the precarious weight through the material of the clothes.

After casually dismissing Wu Zang Temple, Zhou Li took a popsicle in his mouth and went back to the house to prepare.

Throw the ring into the spider box, prepare the cinnabar yellow paper, put on the pose and practice a few strokes with clear water first, it feels good, he dipped the ink and wrote on the newspaper, the heat is almost ready, put the ink bottle with French characters on it Once stuffed in the grocery drawer, it's time to start making talismans.

When Shen Yuntan came in, a small stack of brand new talisman papers had already been piled up on Zhou Li's left hand. He felt that it was necessary to show his curiosity just right: "Your master taught you how to draw talismans?"

Zhou Li, however, sat still, drawing talismans, especially the powerful talismans that could see blood, was very exhausting. The scarlet talismans that looked like a mess had to be formed in one stroke, with moderate shades, and a little more would be fine. Useless, directly balled up and thrown into the wastebasket.

In order to increase the success rate, he simply sacrificed the earplugs that accompanied him through the renovation period back then, all human voices and birdsong were blocked, and he began to crouch at his desk with the sound of blood rushing in his ears.

After a while, he took off his earplugs, moved his sore wrists and neck, and couldn't help feeling: "It's really physical work."

Cheng Wenzhe yelled outside the door: "Have you finished your work? Boss Chen and I are waiting for my legs to go numb."

The door opened with a click, and Zhou Li in front of him was arrogant, holding a stack of thick yellow talismans in his hand, as if holding a handful of banknotes, shaking in mid-air: "Have you heard that sharpening a knife is not wrong?" A woodcutter?"

Cheng Wenzhe suddenly laughed very doglegly: "Boss Xiao Zhou, no, Master Zhou, can you share a few small life-saving talismans?"

Zhou Li picked and picked for a long time, and slowly took out one and put it on Cheng Wenzhe's open palm: "You just make do with it, don't get wet, cherish it."

Cheng Wenzhe's eyes glanced at the thick stack again, and he couldn't help but utter a stingy sound.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at? Most of this thick stack is used to paste the house."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Li took out half a stack and handed it to Shen Yuntan: "Use it if there is something strange, don't worry about it."

Cheng Wenzhe was stunned by the series of discriminatory actions, and with a piece of pure heart talisman fluttering in his hand, he tremblingly folded the talisman into three folds and stuffed it into his shirt pocket on his chest, fearing that he couldn't help tearing this life-saving thing in half.

Of course, Shen Yuntan didn't need these talisman papers, and just as he was about to decline, Cheng Wenzhe stretched out a hand: "Aren't you too many? Brothers should share it."

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows: "Tsk. I can't see a villain like you..."

Cheng Wenzhe thumped in his heart, and he waved his hand with a wry smile: "Oh, don't mention it, I just asked someone to check the ghost households around the hotel, they are the kind of ghosts who follow the wind, and the number is unknown."

The ghosts wear tall hats and hold paper fans. Fortunately, their appearance is no different from ordinary people, and they don't have pale faces like black and white impermanence.

"Ghost..." Zhou Li tried to dial the old monk's number again, and after two long beeps, he got connected.

"Little Oak?" The old monk's voice was not as full of air as before.

Zhou Li felt uncomfortable when he heard this address, so he responded in a neutral way: "Hey."

"Master has been outside the past few days, so he didn't even have time to look at his phone."

The old monk went down the mountain in person, this must be a big deal, Zhou Li sighed: "Is the matter over? How is your health?"

"It's not good enough to refuse to accept it. Not only did it fail, but it also twisted my waist. Let me tell you about your side, what happened?"

Zhou Li briefly explained the matter between the mountain ghost and the hotel, and then complained: "I am planning to go to the hotel. If this pace continues in the future, we will have to ask for a salary increase."

The old monk’s signal was not good, and there were tingling and tingling. I don’t know if he heard clearly. Zhou Li repeated the question again: “Master, what do you say is a ghost? Is it the same as in the legend?”

There was the sound of paper rubbing in the earphones. It seemed that the old monk had just gone to the study. Zhou Li’s mind came up with the study of less than [-] square meters. It was really big for a small temple. The old wooden box with a lock It is very heavy, and young monks generally do not move it, but just sweep the floating dust on the surface, the mothballs are often forgotten to be refilled, and the old books in the corner will be bitten by bugs.

The old monk coughed: "The result of the investigation is similar to that of the police, ghost, but the tiger behind it should not be a tiger. After all, the base number of tigers in modern society is very small, and almost none can become smart, let alone eat people. It’s good to have some meat to eat.”

Zhou Li pressed the loudspeaker, and the sound quality got even worse, like a midnight ghost story radio station.

"Were ghosts originally human?"

"If the ghost is separated... let's call that thing the host first. The relationship between the host and the ghost can be compared to the sunflower and the black spider. They are more likely to coexist. However, there are several registrations on the demon household registration. The situation was the same as before, and they can survive independently after being separated."

It means... besides ghosts, there may also be their hosts.

"Actually, I prefer that ghosts are controlled by the host. People who go there should avoid being left alone, or they will be easily regarded as targets by it."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Li felt that he had to return the half stack of yellow talismans. He stretched out two fingers and was patted as soon as he pinched it: "What are you doing?"

Shen Yuntan guessed his thoughts in an instant, and his heart softened, and he glanced at him: "Do you think you are very capable? Are you afraid that I will drag you down?"

of course not.No one knows what will be encountered on this trip, the ghost is okay, what if it is something else, more dangerous?Not to mention that he likes Shen Yuntan, even if they don't know each other, they can't just watch people fall into danger.

Zhou Li let go of his hand: "It's fine for me and Chen Heng to go this time. Aren't you coming to work in the teahouse? Just feed the cat and make tea, otherwise the shop will have to close down again."

Shen Yuntan finally went with him, and Cheng Wenzhe also went with him. He entered the play very quickly, claiming that he was a policeman, and he would not be sorry for the people if he didn't go.

Zhou Li sneered at this statement: "You are sorry for the people when you go, have you forgotten that you were just caught by a ghost yesterday?"

Cheng Wenzhe touched his seal when he heard the words, and laughed: "I was attracting the enemy's firepower, even if I didn't go, someone would suffer."

Chen Heng knocked on the table: "Okay, okay, let's all go, isn't it just a broken hotel, and the staff didn't see what happened to them."

The adults all left, Blake squatted at the door with a broom, hummed a tune, and listened carefully, it turned out that he was singing Xiaobaicai.

"Little cabbage, ground yellow, three or two years old, motherless..."

This trick has attracted a lot of traffic, and the things ordered are quite expensive.Little Bu, who is not loved by his father or mother, serves tea and water, and is cared for a few words from time to time: "It's not easy, I'm from a foreign country."

He likes the feeling that there are many customers in the store, and it is lively. He also likes money. He keeps an eye on his account balance, and every time he reaches a certain amount, he will exchange it for gold bars and bury it under his own tree roots. No one can find it except him.

On the way, Cheng Wenzhe was probably looking for information about ghosts, and muttered: "If you are killed, you live with the prisoner. Isn't this Stockholm Syndrome?"

Zhou Li suddenly asked, "Where's Fang Zhuoyan? Where did they go today?"

Chen Heng spoke up: "Everyone else has gone back. Fang Zhuoyan and Lu Yan are still staying in the hotel because of the incident. Now... it's broken, they should be in the hotel."

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and it was so stuffy that Zhou Li opened the window: "Tell me if it's hot, I'll get some air first."

"Should I make a call and ask them to leave there first?" The warm wind blew in, and Cheng Wenzhe leaned back, reluctant to let go of the cold air just now.

"Let's fight, at least let them pay attention, especially Lu Yan, I always think that girl is weird." Chen Heng couldn't tell what was wrong, maybe it was too white, or maybe there was no smile on her face.

Fang Zhuoyan is staring at the information booklet of the hotel at the moment, except that the room numbers all end in seven, are there other similarities?

Do you take a shower every day?doesn't count.He himself takes a bath every day.

Do you all like to read the same newspaper?No, this is the only newspaper in the hotel.

So... specify the same scented candle every time?He felt he had found the point.

There is an extra charge for candles, and most passengers will not want this. There are various lamps for lighting, and their own perfume for smells. What do you do with candles?Blind and hypocritical, you have to worry about not causing a fire.But it's emotional, it's often seen in lovers' rooms, such as Xue Lin - the first victim.

And what about that person a few days ago?Xu Bingyang, single man, tourist, why would he want a fig candle?That milky, or floral scent?From the psychological needs of tourists, he should prefer to enjoy the loneliness of wandering in a hotel in a foreign land. Even if he wants to burn candles, he should not choose this kind of fragrance whose audience is 99% female, or... this Didn't he light the candle cup himself?

Just as he was about to go to Xu Bingyang's room to find out, he suddenly received a call from Cheng Wenzhe, and he clicked his tongue, the timing was exactly right.

"Wen Zhe? I found something, that Xu Bingyang, there is something wrong with what he ordered."

Cheng Wenzhe was a little nervous: "Don't move around, come out quickly, and Lu Yan, don't go into the hotel, there may really be ghosts in there, Zhou Li and I will be there soon, do you hear me?"

Fang Zhuoyan's expression changed, he ran into the corridor with his mobile phone in hand, and shouted Lu Yan's name.

I used to watch TV from the perspective of God. I thought it was an idiot to call my companion by my name when something happened. It was useless and a waste of saliva. It really happened to him. I only regretted it. Why did I come with her even though I knew it was dangerous? ?Why not let her go home with Zhang Ming and the others?

Lu Yan proposed to stay yesterday. She had no expression on her face at that time. As usual, under the light, she said, "Don't buy my ticket for now. I will go back with Wen Zhe and the others in a few days."

He asked, "Why?"

Yao Zhi showed that sarcastic look again: "What are you pretending to do? You seem to be very affectionate and righteous."

Lu Yan still ignored her: "I haven't finished my own work yet."

Fang Zhuoyan smiled wryly, saying that it was his own business, but actually he came to the hotel with him to check the situation, he thought: I don't know if it's an illusion, she seems to be worried about me.

Lu Yan was sitting on the edge of the roof. She was wearing earphones. The blue earphone cable was twisted and extended to her knees, and the interface end was dangling, not connected to a mobile phone or other playback devices.

The half-old door was broken and unlocked. The door is made of paint-peeled wood, and the lock is also mottled with rust.Fang Zhuoyan clenched his palms tightly. Not long ago, he was thinking of replacing all the old locks.

"Lu Yan!"

Cheng Wenzhe heard his cry, his scalp exploded, and his tone was urgent: "Hello? Is Lu Yan okay?"

No one heard.

Lu Yan remembered her name, and she wanted to respond, but her neck was a little dull, like a rusty robot, turning her head once and for all, but her body remained still, and if she continued to turn, would her head fall off?

What's the sound in the earphones?Her brain seemed to have stopped functioning. It was a song she often listened to, but it seemed that there was a layer of veil behind it, and she couldn't remember the name clearly.

"Idon't wanna slee pon this night... Feel my heart, seems so bright, again and again..."

what is itFang Zhuoyan ran over and hugged her head: "Lu Yan, don't move."

The voice in the earphones continued: "neverletmego."

She stopped spinning like a hangman, and said, "Don't let me go."

The author has something to say:

The song in the earphones is "neverletmego"

The image of the ghost comes from "Picking Up Flowers in the Morning? Postscript": "In the picture of a tiger biting a man, there must also be a figure with a tall hat, holding a paper fan and commanding secretly. I don't know if this is impermanence, or the so-called '伥鬼ghost'."