Qingyue Temple

When Zhai Ling came to find him, Fang Shanshui was fishing for the figurine master in the backyard Huangquan.

The sacrificial channel exchanged from the Dark Council last time, Fang Shanshui has opened up a family fish pond for the figure master, and there are countless rations in it.

Originally, Fang Shanshui had saved up a batch of rations for Master, but there were too many ghosts who came to visit in the past few days, and some even came from afar with their families, and gave out a large number of Master's snacks as a return gift. Not much left... Fortunately, the family has already contracted the fish pond to Master, otherwise I would have to worry about snacks now.

Fang Shanshui: "Xiao Jiu disappeared? What's going on?"

The hand-figured master, who was chewing on a large piece of squid, followed his apprentice to look over, his crimson eyes repeating the apprentice's question like a repeater.

Zhai Ling was about to speak, but suddenly paused: "Little master, old master, the customer that Xiao Jiu received came to the door, and he was in the living room."

Fang Shanshui got up when he heard the words, and took the master with him.

The first time he saw Lin Mo in the living room, Fang Shanshui felt something was wrong.

Lin Mo sat tremblingly on the chair, not daring to sit on his buttocks, as if he was about to run away at any time, Xiao Ba waited for the ghost servants who appeared from time to time, because they all looked very similar to Xiao Jiu—the same type of paper man Lin Mo was startled when he saw it, thinking that Xiao Jiu had also turned into a ghost and ran back.

Fang Shanshui: "You look very bad."

Lin Mo forced a smile, thinking that this is not nonsense, who would come here if it was good?

However, when he saw the face of Fang Shanshui coming from the backlight, Lin Mo was stunned for a second. After being shocked by Fang Shanshui's appearance, he remembered his purpose and asked: "This little brother, the master here Are you there?"

Xiaoba, who was serving tea, replied: "Guest, this is the master of our Qingyue Temple."

"Ah? Oh!"

Xiao Ba and Xiao Jiu are the most similar, they are almost twins, Lin Mo dare not look at him at all, once Xiao Ba speaks, he doesn't dare to speak immediately.

Zhai Ling and the black cats looked at this person in the dark, and they all felt that this person was a bit weird.

Fang Shanshui glanced at Lin Mo, and said, "You don't seem to be haunted by some evil spirits, but it seems that your luck is low, and you have reached the point of death normally."

Before Lin Mo, who was surprised by his own words, came back to his senses, Fang Shanshui turned around and said, "Have you seen our Qingyueguan customer service? He accepted your task, so he should have gone to you."

Hearing Fang Shanshui's question about the customer service agent who had acted as a scapegoat for him, Lin Mo's hands trembled reflexively. He wanted to say that he had never seen it before, but for some reason, under Fang Shanshui's eyes, he almost couldn't help but say Fortunately, he woke up in time and stopped talking.

"See... seen, I was being chased by an evil ghost that day, and that customer service agent was captured by that ghost in order to protect me." Lin Mo lowered his head sadly and said sadly, "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry. Feel sorry."

A few ghost servants exploded immediately, shouting in one voice.

"what!"

"Is that ghost very powerful? Even Xiao Jiu was taken away?"

"It must be some hundred-year-old ghost? Or some kind of monster?"

Several ghost servants similar to Xiaojiu were wandering around in front of him. Lin Mo felt so stressed that he could hardly hold himself back. At this time, Zhai Ling looked at the ghost servants a little displeased, and hummed to signal them to be quiet. Lin Mo almost fell off his chair in fright.

Lin Mo was puzzled, and pointed to the wall with his finger and asked, "Did you hear any weird noises? It seemed to come from the wall behind me."

The ghost servants looked at the house spirit who hid his face in the mural, and shook their heads in unison, as if you heard it wrong.

Hearing everyone said no, Lin Mo not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but began to wonder if he was really crazy.

Fang Shanshui comforted: "Don't worry, nothing here will hurt you. Let me tell you first, what's going on with your situation?"

Fang Shanshui's voice was a little cold, but it carried a soothing energy like scriptures. Lin Mo really calmed down and said hesitantly: "I... I don't know, but I know, this is the same as when I was a child. about that matter."

Lin Mo: "I remember when I was six years old, one Saturday, I played hide-and-seek with my friends in the village, but... But I couldn't find anyone until I got angry. I went home when I got angry. Later I heard that , Among the people who played that day, one person disappeared, and the adults found his body two days later."

"Since his death, unfortunate things have happened. Every year and day after that, one person will die, and the rest of us who are still alive, as long as they have played hide-and-seek with him, they will hear the game again. The voice that came out, the ghost, is the person who died the year before..."

Speaking of this, Lin Mo hugged his face and cried bitterly: "20 years, 20 years, the people who played the game back then, 21 people died, and I am the only one left! They all became ghosts, and now they all Want me to die, want me to die to accompany them. I don't want to die, I'm only 26 years old, I don't want to die."

Fang Shanshui didn't sound right: "Where did the first child die?"

Lin Mo was silent for a moment, and then said: "He died... under the god of a ruined temple."

Fang Shanshui groaned for a while, and the figurine of the master on his shoulder was also resting his chin in thought, and the ghost servants looked at each other, as if something was wrong.

Fang Shanshui looked up at Lin Mo: "Are you telling the truth?"

Fang Shanshui felt that this person spoke in a secretive way, and seemed to have overlooked many important points.

Seeing Fang Shanshui's eyes, Lin Mo suddenly felt guilty, and immediately said loudly: "Yes, of course!"

Fang Shanshui: "Then have you ever asked other practitioners to help you?"

Lin Mo hesitated and said: "There have been more than one, but maybe because I don't have any connections, the people I found are relatively average, and they all say they can't do anything about it."

Fang Shanshui: "Extend your hand."

Lin Mo stretched over hesitantly, always feeling that there was some dangerous gaze staring at him in the dark.

Fang Shanshui pointed his finger at Lin Mo's palm and looked into Lin Mo's eyes. Soon, Lin Mo, who was always dodging and looking around, became quiet. He and Fang Shanshui looked at each other, as if in the reflection of Fang Shanshui's eyes, He clearly saw his figure.

Fang Shanshui: "When you were six years old, you played hide-and-seek with someone on a certain Saturday. On that day, there were 21 people in total..."

Lin Mo seemed to be hypnotized, and his whole body was trapped in the reflection of Fang Shanshui's eyes. Following Fang Shanshui's words, he in the reflection gradually became smaller and became the six-year-old him.

Lin Mo's body slowly tilted forward, his eyes open, and he seemed to be asleep.

Afterwards, Fang Shanshui's vision changed, and Lin Mo's memory appeared in front of him, Lin Mo's six-year-old memory - old earth and stone houses in the countryside, low walls, tall trees, patches of summer shade, a group of villages The children gathered together with joy, and seemed to be about to start playing games...

"22..." At this moment, Lin Mo, who seemed to be in an unconscious state, suddenly spoke again.

Fang Shanshui, who had sunk into Lin Mo's memory, was observing the surroundings with the gaze of six-year-old Lin Mo, when he heard this, he paused: "What 22?"

Lin Mo: "There were more than 21 people who played the game that day, and one...was a ghost."

Fang Shanshui was slightly stunned, and subconsciously counted the group of children he saw in his sight, chasing and playing with each other, laughing and laughing.

Fifteen, twenty, 21...

22.

Who is the ghost?