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"Now that we have passed the past, let's think about the future. How do we get out?" A Yin patted the residue on his hands.

After finishing speaking, she shook her chin and looked at Xia Ji leisurely.Xia Ji mournfully said: "I have been in this painting for thousands of years, and it is so easy for people to come, how can I not stay?"

A Yin disliked her awkward appearance, and said with a sneer: "You have seen the spell just now, although this painting can't kill you, it has a way to torture you, just write a few charms to kill you." You burn three times a day, and my aunt will see if you will die of pain first, or we will starve to death first."

The youngest Tu also thought of a way: "She loves beauty, why not tie her up, put a mirror in front of her, and embarrass her to death."

"Wonderful!" Ah Yin cheered up and clapped his hands together, "This method is really—"

She smiled at Tu Lao Yao's slightly displeased face and said, "This bitch can't do it any more."

But I heard Li Shixi say: "According to your words, that painting was made by Qu Wu when he was in love with you."

Xia Ji didn't know why, so she gave her a silent look: "Exactly."

"Then, why are you crying?" Li Shiyi raised his eyes and looked at her with his lips pursed.

Xia Ji was startled, seeing Li Shiyi patted the hem of her clothes, stood up, walked up to her, and asked, "If you want to take revenge, you should be happy. What you can't mourn... What is it?"

Xia Ji in that painting was supposed to be smiling, but the resentment she had condensed for several years turned into a mournful expression.

"It's too sad?" Xia Ji drooped her eyelids that were twisted like water, and folded them three or four times as if to cover up.

Li Shiyi raised his hand, and a fixed body amulet was pasted on her forehead: "Ayin, Tangu."

Touch the bone in the south, ask the coffin in the north.The purpose of asking about the coffin is to gather spirits through the coffin, and ask the spirit to answer the question.As for touching the bones, there are three types of detection, the first is to know the body of a person and ghost, the second is to know the year of birth and death, and the third is to perceive the last sentence that was left unspoken when the lamp of death was turned off.

Dying eyes can see the soul; dying words can communicate yin and yang.

A Yin giggled, stood up, stretched out his hand to hook Xia Ji's little finger, inserted the fingers one by one, and lifted her fingers upside down, then passed her left hand through her body, with the index finger and ring finger stretched out from the turtle. The tail, lungs and acupoints went up, reaching the Tianzhu bone, and tapped twice.As she knocked, she smiled coquettishly. The opening and relaxation of her tiger's mouth was as provocative as her breathing. She stroked her shoulders and rubbed them slightly on the chest and Tianshu. Finally, she raised her fingers and stretched her chin. Pressing her lips against her ears, she said softly, "If you have something to say, tell your aunt."

Her tone was like singing, and her slightly closed eyes fluctuated up and down with her breathing. Tu Lao Yao's eyes widened, seeing that Xia Ji's eyelids trembled violently, as if her soul was locked in panic, and the floating flesh on her cheeks He fluctuated rebelliously, and finally gathered all the trembling on his lips, and uttered a few words like chanting a mantra.

Satisfied, Ayin let her go, the handkerchief was stained with sweat on her forehead, and she slumped on the stool and raised her eyebrows at Li Shishi.

The youngest Tu put his hands on the table, leaned over more than half of the table, and asked her very strangely: "Your housekeeping skills?"

A Yin nodded: "What?"

Tu Lao Yao embarrassedly smiled, A Yin frowned and asked, only to hear Tu Lao Yao beaming with joy and said: "Is this the original virtue, or are you following your own ideals, hehe, and have developed it?"

A Yin flicked the silk over, and seeing Li Shishi looking at her, she no longer bothered with Tu Lao Yao, and just stretched out two fingers and said: "Two words, bundle salary."

Li Shiyi raised his hand to take off the immobilization amulet, and asked Xia Ji, "Bundle salary?"

Xia Ji loosened her muscles and bones as if she had been released after being trapped for a long time, and almost collapsed to the ground. Li Shishi stretched out her hand to support her back slightly. The original form expelled the untimely girl in the body.

"Salary, salary..." Prepare to pay, Samsung is in the sky.Tonight evening, see this good man.

"When I was about to die, I was thinking of him." Xia Ji coughed hoarsely, her chest hissing.

"Who is he?" Youngest Tu couldn't bear to see her like this.

Xia Ji leaned against the wall with her full head of gorgeous hair, making rustling noises, itching like the feeling of combing her hair when she was young, she said: "I was quite inconspicuous when I was young. You don't have to please me, only a bundle of salary. He is a servant who makes fire, and even his name is a bundle of firewood."

"He sang songs with me, imitated my paintings, combed my hair, and gave me peach branches." She didn't go on, but others could read a lot from her eyes. love".

"What a hypocritical thing," A Yin said, "Originally there was a sincere person who didn't like appearances, but he just threw away the appearances, and when he had appearances, he remembered the sincerity."

The youngest Tu agrees: "Hypocritical."

Song Nineteen was greedy for the unpeeled peanuts in A Yin's hand, Li Shishi took a second look, took it, and peeled it for her without saying a word.

Xia Ji looked at A Yin with reddish eyes, and was about to have a seizure, but A Yin laughed and said: "Don't be annoyed, listen to me carefully."

"If I were you, why would I be obsessed with this picture scroll? Naturally, I would go to the underworld to be reincarnated as soon as possible. You have not yet finished your fate with that bundle of salary. You should be married for a lifetime, but you are so obsessed with it. Humans and ghosts have traveled different paths for thousands of years. Is it stupid?"

Xia Ji's eyes fluttered, and even the youngest Tu was stunned when he heard it. Li Shishi lightly raised the corners of his lips, and concentrated on feeding Song Shijiu some fruit.

A Yin said again: "Look at your appearance, you were a decent and upright princess before you were alive, but now you don't want a good relationship, but you hang around with the men around you day and night, what's the matter with me, a kiln sister respectively?"

Song Nineteen opened his mouth and bit a peanut, chewing it loudly.

"Your lover—what's his name, Shu Xin? Maybe after a few lifetimes, he will meet another lover. You suffer in this painting, what about him? His wife and children are hot on the bed."

"Wife and child are hot on the kang." Song Shijiu replied while staring at Li Shishi's fingers peeling peanuts.

Ayin laughed out loud, and raised an eyebrow at Song Nineteen approvingly.

Li Shishi raised his eyelids and glanced at the two people, one big and one small, then put down the peanuts, brushed off the dregs from his hands, raised his head and said to Xia Ji, "Go and reincarnate."

Her tone was very gentle, and there was a hint of oppression that could not be questioned. Xia Ji was stunned for a moment, as if her soul had been pulled out of her body, and she held a stick against the sky spirit cover, waiting Hit hard.

She finally said: "Everyone, close your eyes, mother-in-law, it's time for me to rest."

Tick-tock-tick is the sound of dew falling from the bricks and tiles, the coolness of the ground comes out from the soles of the feet, it is heart-wrenching, and there is still the long singing of the opera troupe in the ear, as if echoing, Swing far away, but the surroundings have returned to the dead silence, which is not as human as in the picture scroll just now.

Her thigh was hugged by a ball of warm glutinous rice. Li Shishi opened her eyes, but it was pitch black as far as she could see. The candle she lit earlier had been burned out. She bent down and held Song Shijiu's hand. The youngest yelled, "Ah!"

"Your uncle! What are you screaming for?!" Ayin was bluffed, and patted his chest several times, trying to follow the sound and pinch him.

The youngest Tu fell silent, groping to this side, touched Li Shiyi's sleeve and said, "I'm thinking, but I can tell who's who by hearing the sound."

Li Shishi rummaged through Lao Yao's pocket a few times, took out a torch, lit it up with a bang, and only then could he see the faces of everyone clearly.

It was still the same tomb room as before, with silk paintings spread out at her feet, but after a few days, the youngest Tu had lost weight from hunger, her bun was disheveled, her rouge had faded clean, her face looked as if she had been ravaged of.When he turned his gaze to Song Nineteen again, Li Shiyi was obviously stunned.

She has grown to the appearance of four or five years old, her half-length hair is past her shoulders, and her fingernails are pointy to scratch her palms. She is no different from a Zongzi doll crawling out of the ground, but her old jacket has shrunk. It seems to be small, revealing a section of round, white and tender waist.

Li Shishi gave a low laugh, handed the fire folder to the youngest Tu, took off his coat and wrapped it around Song Shijiu to cover her shy belly.As soon as she stood up, A Yin raised her voice and scolded: "You son of a bitch! You actually filled us in the grave!"

Seeing that they hadn't come out for a long time and there was no movement, the housekeeper probably felt that the tomb was really evil, so he simply sealed it.

She pushed the newly sealed earthen wall, choking on the ashes in her nose, she turned her head and pissed a few times, and said to the youngest Tu: "Fortunately, it's a mound of earth, take a shovel and dig it!"

Li Shishi turned his face away, picked up the silk painting, rolled it up and held it in his hand.

When he came out of the tomb, it was a sunny day with the scorching sun hanging high. Li Shishi covered Song Shijiu's eyes and squinted himself. It took him a while to recover his sight.

A group of people walked down the mountain road, A Yin glanced at the painting in Li Shishi's hand, and suddenly smiled and said: "Since we are buried, we are only treated as dead people, why don't we take this painting away and sell it for a good price?" Price."

The youngest Tu said, "Aren't you afraid that he will come after you later?"

"The appearance of Mr. Wu, I don't think it's been a few days." A Yin laughed and asked Li Shishi: "Eleven, tell me, okay?"

Li Shishi motioned to Tu Laojiao to put the painting in the box, and nodded.

"it is good."

The author says:

"The Book of Songs·Tang Style·Preparation": Preparing for salary, Samsung is in the sky.Tonight evening, see this good man.