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Lin Jixuan smiled coldly, stood up from the bed, and pushed Sun Meng out of the room: "Go out and wait for me for a while."

Sun Meng was confused by his repeated actions. Before he realized it, he had been pushed out of the door by Lin Jixuan, holding the porridge that had just been opened in his hand, steaming.He muttered suspiciously: "What's going on?"

There was still some inexplicable pain on the back of the neck. Sun Meng touched it, and there was no fart mark. There was a floor-to-ceiling mirror in the living room. He stood in front of the mirror, pulled his collar away, and twisted his body to see that the skin on his slender and tight neck was fair. Complete, without any scars.

The tingling sensation popped out of his right eye again. Sun Meng covered his eyes, and some physiological tears came out of the corners of his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Is there some strange parasite on it... But recently, my body seems to be It’s a little bad, so I’d better go to the hospital to have a look.”

The little ghost climbing on his head giggled, opened his belly, and lay down directly behind Sun Meng, but his green eyes did not leave the door that was closed by Lin Jixuan, his head turned Huisheng felt uneasy, and pulled Sun Meng's hair irritably.

"It's so evil." Sun Meng couldn't help muttering.

Lin Jixuan threw the phone on the table, knelt down and fished out an iron box from the bottom of the bed. The iron box was square, only about ten centimeters square, and it was an old-fashioned moon cake box.

It was covered with a thick layer of dust, as if it had been sealed for 800 years.

Lin Jixuan's eyes were gloomy, he pressed and struggled, and frequently tapped the edge of the box with his fingertips. He stared at the iron box for a long time, and finally grabbed the paper towels on the bedside impatiently, ripped a few and carelessly wiped the surface of the box. Ash wiped off.

In the smoke and dust that filled the air, he gritted his molars and opened the iron box with hatred on his face.

Inside is a yellowed paper book, the edges of which have been gnawed badly by moths. In this day and age, paper is rare, let alone a book, it can be seen that this book is quite old.

The cover of this book is blue-gray, and there is no complicated binding, only a long white line is split vertically, and the long line separates two areas on the left and right.The left side occupies two-thirds of the boundary of the writing, and there are indented inscribed characters printed on it, all of which are small seal scripts. The faint light reflects "Tao begins with nothingness, and it grows into existence, omnipresent, omnipresent"; a few cinnabars on the right depict The title of the book is timeless, and the color is very bright, with three large characters of "Nature Jing".

If this thing was handed over to the country, it must be a protected cultural relic, but Lin Jixuan was extremely disgusted, with a tissue on his finger, he threw the book aside without even reading it.

What he wants to take is a stack of yellow paper that is placed under the butt of the book.

It is said that there were only a few three or five sheets in a stack, which were severely oxidized, the surface of the paper was chapped, and there was an itchy musty smell. Lin Jixuan picked out one that was barely readable, and spread it out on the paper. On the ground, he took out another brush from the mooncake box.

This writing brush has obviously been lying down for many years, the bones are soft, the pen barrel is slightly bent, the wolf on the tip is loose in no way, and there is a bunch of stubborn ones that stand out from the crowd and split out, disdainful of other vellus hairs.

The last thing he took out was a small box of ink. As soon as Lin Jixuan opened the lid, he smelled a fragrance of ink. After not using it for so many years, the ink was still dark red and opaque, and there was a small pool of ink——this ink Probably the most valuable thing in the whole box.But he hated the smell very much, covered his nose, frowned, and flicked the tip of the brush in the ink tank in disgust.

The forked hairs of the wolf were stained with ink, showing a faint red under the light.

Lin Jixuan took down his phone and put it aside. He was about to start writing according to the shape of the spell on the lock screen, but the spell on the lock screen changed, and the outline of the spell was drawn stroke by stroke, just like a primary school student's copybook, as if to write. Teach Lin Jixuan how to draw this spell hand in hand.

Lin Jixuan: "..."

One stroke of the pen tip was broken, Lin Jixuan crumpled the talisman paper into a ball and threw it aside.

"You didn't draw it right."

Frightened by the sudden voice from the phone, Lin Jixuan's face suddenly sank, and he rubbed the talisman paper again expressionlessly, and threw it away.

"If you throw it again, there will be no more talismans."

"Shut up." Whatever he was, another word came out of the thing, and he dismantled it on the spot.

The phone vibrated to express his compromise, and then fell silent. Lin Jixuan took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. .

A familiar voice sounded in my ears.

——Tiangang knots evil spirits, taking evil spirits into orders, no evil spirits without gangsters, no evil spirits.

That old man smoked a lot, his throat was full of unresolved phlegm, and he rubbed his throat when he spoke, hoarse and unpleasant, but every time he recalled it, it was like a box of canned herring that had been opened for a long time, with a clear taste No matter how hard you chase, you can't drive away, and you have to chase all the way to your dream, which is very annoying.

Accompanied by this voice that has been lingering in his ears since he was a child, Lin Jixuan quickly wrote a beautiful lower script.

Tiangang is broken, and Fucheng.

Lin Jixuan glanced at the talisman paper he had drawn, and walked out of the room without hesitation.

"Yo," Sun Meng was drinking his porridge, raised his head and asked with a smile, "are you feeling better?"

Lin Jixuan glanced at him, and landed on the kid behind him. Ever since Lin Jixuan pushed open the door, the kid had put on a posture of being ready for battle. When he saw him looking at him, he immediately grinned and screamed He pulled Sun Meng's hair desperately.

"Hey." Sun Meng didn't swallow a mouthful of the porridge, almost spit it out, and said vaguely, "Could it be that I have fleas on my body?"

As he said, he stretched out his hand to scratch his arm. It was midsummer, and the weather was very hot. Sun Meng's short sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders. The strong arm of a young man was covered with large and small red marks, one after another, some new and some The old, the old has not healed, the new is still bleeding.

Lin Jixuan narrowed his eyes, and took a step forward, a warning roar came from the kid's throat, Lin Jixuan took another step, and the kid immediately pierced Sun Meng's eyes fiercely.

"Damn it!" Sun Meng screamed, covered his eyes, and bowed like a cooked shrimp.

Lin Jixuan took advantage of Sun Meng covering his eyes and couldn't see the situation, so he took a step forward, pasted the talisman paper on the kid's forehead, and quickly recited the mantra——

"Hehe Yangyang, the sun rises in the east, and I ordered this talisman, which is generally unlucky!"

The young man's voice was clean, and the moment the voice fell, the spell turned into a ball of fire and burned the little ghost, and the little ghost howled and turned into a ball of fly ash unwillingly.

Sun Meng seemed to have noticed something, and hit the back of his neck with a "slap", touching his fingers covered with ashes, he froze for a moment, and slapped his neck desperately: "Did you pour something in my collar? Why is the ashes in one hand? What did you read just now? What are you humming?"

"I slapped a bug to death. I was looking for something under the bed just now, and my hands were stained with a thousand-year-old dust." Lin Jixuan flashed his palm at him, his fingertips were still a little gray, and he went into the kitchen to wash his hands , came out and sat opposite Sun Meng, pulled his bowl of porridge in front of him, took out the spoon, "Can you add sugar to me?"

"Add it, I know you dislike the bland porridge, so I ordered some pickles." Sun Meng has always been nervous, and knowing that Lin Jixuan is not very good at joking, he turned the page on this strange incident.He looked at the black mass in his palm, and followed Lin Jixuan to wash his hands in disgust.

After coming out, Sun Meng saw Lin Jixuan sitting there drinking porridge, his quiet appearance reminded him of the scene when the two met for the first time——

At that time, Lin Jixuan had just entered university, and the sun was so hot that his whole body was tanned like a frosted eggplant, so he shuddered into the classroom in a breathless manner.

He has a good appearance, and as soon as he came in, he attracted the eyes of the whole classroom. Everyone around him was looking at him, and there were many discussions. His eyes were all taken away, someone reminded him to look ahead, and he saw Lin Jixuan as soon as he raised his eyes.

Just as the boy put down his schoolbag, sweat dripped from his side face and sank into his fair and slender neck. The side face looked delicate and indifferent, making people unable to help but look at him.

People are so beautiful.

This is the first impression.

But it doesn't look very easy to get along with.

This is a second impression.

Take a second look and feel that he seems to be hiding a lot of secrets, which tickles people's hearts.

Afterwards, he made use of his specialty of having a hot face and a cold butt, and became friends with Lin Jixuan. He knew that this person was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, but he was actually a kinder person than anyone else.

The skin is still thin.

"Is your health better?" Sun Meng smiled and sat next to him. For some reason, his body became much more relaxed. He lowered his head and drank the porridge in two or three sips. His eyes lit up, "What's in this porridge? It's so good Eat it!"

Lin Jixuan saw that the scars on his skin hadn't disappeared, maybe the yin energy accumulated over the years had penetrated into his skin.The phone vibrated, and Sun Meng asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Lin Jixuan glanced at the screen of the phone, and the lingering charm on the unlock had disappeared, replaced by a line of red letters accompanied by colorful fireworks—"This ghost is called Ai Gui, and it only picks people with weak yang energy to possess them, and absorbs them. Life, congratulations on killing the mourning ghost and successfully completing the first novice guidance mission!"

Seeing the three words "the first one", Lin Jixuan felt that the follow-up of this ghost game must be endless, so he gnashed his teeth and turned the phone screen upside down.

Sun Meng: "..."

His cell phone also rang at this time, and Sun Meng pulled the screen of the phone and said, "What is this grandson Zheng Xuan sending? What do you mean?"

Turn on the screen to Lin Jixuan, there is a photo of Lin Jixuan on it, he borrowed a book in the rare book room of the library, and he is looking for the administrator to register, the next photo is an enlarged version of the photo above, The book borrowed by Lin Jixuan was enlarged dozens of times.

"Three Lives"

Then several photos were sent over one after another, all of which were Lin Jixuan borrowing books in the library.

The borrowed books are "Guiguzi", "Ditiansui", "Funeral Sutra" and "Da Liuren".

Finally, I received another message from Zheng Xuan: "What time is it? I still study this, and my face is crooked from laughing. You said that if you let the school know that Lin Jixuan doesn't take serious classes, will it be possible to play around with these crooked ways every day? A pair of handcuffs to catch you and drink tea in the police station? The magic stick really deserves to kill the whole family."

Lin Jixuan's face darkened.

"What kind of books are these?" Sun Meng couldn't learn his professional courses well, and it was impossible to study these classics that were regarded as "pass with a smile". He took back his phone and wanted to check it, but Lin Jixuan held his hand.

"About a ball, right?" Lin Jixuan said, "What time is tomorrow night?"

"You want to fight?" Sun Meng's eyes lit up with fire, and then quickly extinguished, "No, you are not in good health recently."

Lin Jixuan didn't speak, and gave Sun Meng a faint look in his eyes. This glance made Sun Meng's scalp tingle, and he felt that every strand of hair stood up. He immediately nodded knowingly: "Arrange!"

When Sun Meng was about to leave, Lin Jixuan turned on the phone and saw that all the original apps in the phone were back, but the Yin Yang Fish app from before was still there.

He long-pressed to delete but couldn't, and the sound when he was drawing symbols sounded again.

"Lin Jixuan, I knew you believed in ghosts and gods. I haven't seen such a powerful evil spirit talisman for a long time."

Lin Jixuan's head hurts when he heard him talking, so he turned his voice to mute.

"I also like to read "Guiguzi", "Di Tiansui", and "Funeral Sutra", but they are too obscure for you of this generation. I can help you solve your problems."

Turn off the phone, the voice is still coming out of the phone, like the water of the Yangtze River, vast and endless...

"I'm good at big and small Liuren. If you like it, I will teach you everything."

Remove the battery.

"However, I prefer tortoise shell divination, the most primitive worship and belief gathered on the tortoise shell, the ancestors of that era..."

Lin Jixuan opened the balcony door expressionlessly, and threw the phone far away, until he saw the phone was smashed to pieces, then raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, and turned his head back to the room.

The TV screen suddenly lit up, and the face of the baby in the lecture theater was reflected on the screen, looking at Lin Jixuan with a smile.

"This is your fate from which you cannot escape,

"Don't you want to know why your grandfather abandoned you?"