My view on the recent development strategy of ghost hunting and exorcism work

Nayin told Qin Jian to go away.

Qin Jian showed him a bit of a cheap smile, touched the mirror, and got out.

The world inside and outside the mirror, including the people on the outside, are both similar and different from the outside. The world in the mirror is dominated by Na Yin, with a little bit of his personal subjective color mixed in.

Nayin sat in front of the cracked and mottled mirror, the darkness engulfed most of his back, lonely and stern.

The black cat circled around his legs, raised its head and meowed softly at him.Nayin ignored it, and it fell to the ground aggrieved, revealing its soft belly, and acted like a baby to its owner.

Nayin raised her beautiful eyebrows, bent down and rubbed the black cat's belly perfunctorily, and said with disgust: "A cat that has lived for decades is not sensible at all."

The black cat licked the pad, and then licked Nayin's hand flatteringly.

Nayin ruthlessly rejected its flattery: "No, the last time I took you to get vaccinated, the doctor said that you are overweight and can't eat any more."

The black cat groaned aggrievedly, but unfortunately, its owner had a heart of stone, no matter how much it acted coquettishly, it would remain indifferent.The black cat had no choice but to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, feeling hopeless.

Nayin didn't bother to care about it, and took off the limp little paper figurine from his shoulder.

The paper figurine was just cut by him, and it was almost exactly the same as the one in the mirror.But Nayin knew that no matter how similar he was, he would not be the little paper man in the mirror chasing him and shouting Papa.

In fact, cutting this paper figurine was purely on Nayin's whim, and even he himself forgot how long it had been since he cut out such a crude thing.A small, ugly piece, even if it is open, it is at best a babbling child, and it will never become an almost perfect creation like Qin Jian and the others.

Of course, Qin Jian and Shakuhachi are gods with spiritual power. Even if he doesn't open them up, they will open up their minds sooner or later.

Nayin doesn't like children, noisy, noisy and hysterical screaming.Qin Jian and Shakuhachi grew up safe and sound by his side, but he threw them back into the two mirrors. Most of the reasons may be their good luck, and the two brothers Shu Ming and Shu Lang tried their best to prevent him from strangling those two bad hearts. boy.

His fingertips rubbed the little piece of paper's head for a long time, and finally he made up his mind, pressed down on its small head, and a drop of blood fell into his ears.

The soft piece of paper gradually began to move in his palm, his soft limbs swayed up and down a few times, and finally sat up in Nayin's palm with difficulty, looked at him for a while, and tried to call With a loud voice: "Papa?"

Nayin froze for a moment, then poked its head: "What did you call me?"

"Papa!" The little piece of paper hugged his finger and rubbed it attached, "Papa~papa~"

It seems that there is only one word, and it has been called back and forth many times.

Nayin frowned in annoyance.

The black cat sensed that its master was in a bad mood, so it meowed and rolled away quietly.

Nayin and Xiao Zhipian stared blankly for a while, clicked their tongues, and said reluctantly and indifferently: "Papa is papa, for the sake of your youth and ignorance." He glanced heartlessly and giggled The little piece of paper smiled straight, "You, call me Goudan from now on."

Small piece of paper: "..."

After Nayin taught the little piece of paper a few simple words, he sent it aside to play.He walked to the workbench and habitually picked up the monocle, only to find that it was empty.He was stunned again, only to remember that he had given that single mirror to that man a long time ago.

that man...

Nayin looked back at the mirror standing quietly, what happened in the mirror was just a game to him, a game of fighting against death.From the current point of view, he won, he successfully broke the death calamity, and his lifespan will no longer be restricted by the underground world.He should be happy, but the strange thing is that he doesn't feel any joy at all.

Maybe he has lived for too long. To him, life and death are just two simple words, without any special meaning.

Nayin leaned on the workbench and unconsciously tossed a part up and down, thinking to himself, it's really boring.

Xiao Zhipian rolled around on the desk with a mini armillary sphere in his arms, making himself laugh out loud.

Nayin didn't know why it was so happy, and when he glanced over it, black lines appeared on his head.

Attracted by the sound, the black cat nimbly jumped onto the table, its eyes lit up when it saw the ball, and it wailed and chased after the ball.

The little piece of paper was frightened by the black cat and screamed, and the workbench suddenly jumped and became a mess.

The veins on Nayin's forehead twitched, and he took a deep breath. That's why he hated any stupid, ignorant, and uninspired young creatures.

He pressed his temples hard, decided not to argue with these two little beasts, and walked out of the workshop directly.

Outside the stone gate, there is still an illusory space. Countless doors exude glittering light, floating up and down, and an invisible staircase connects them in series.

Nayin slowly opened several doors up and down the stairs. When he came out, he was holding a cardboard box in his arms, a stack of canned cat food imported from Germany, a few old books that were about to fall apart, and a comic book the size of half a palm. book.

When he left the storeroom, Shu Ming was returning from shopping, carrying a vegetable basket, he was stunned when he saw Nayin, and after a while he said: "Mystery Master, you are alive."

Nayin twitched the corners of his mouth, and threw the canned cat food to Shuming: "One for three days, don't feed too much." He thought about it, and changed his words, "Forget it, give it one a day."

Shu Ming simply sighed, put the canned cat food into the vegetable basket, and chattered endlessly while putting it away: "Master, I said earlier, you can't spoil the black cat too much. You see, it is so fat that it can't even find a partner, no The target cat is very poor. Reproduction is the instinct of life..."

Nayin took a deep breath again, because he had thrown things away long ago, and after turning around in the mirror, he was so good-tempered that he could chat and play cards with the Buddha, and he said stiffly: "How can I spoil it? , and it's not that fat..."

Nayin felt a little guilty when he said these words.

Shu Ming sighed, didn't say anything, picked up the vegetable basket and went to the kitchen.

Nayin stopped him with a gloomy face: "I, I want to eat crispy pork, chestnut chicken and garlic spinach for lunch."

Shu Ming simply responded.

Nayin was the only one left in the spacious front yard. There were no children, no cats, and no mother-in-law Shu Ming. Nayin felt that the air was fresh.

He crossed his legs and sat in the chair under the old tree, with a book spread out on his knees and a teapot in his hand, very comfortable.

The name of the book is very strange - "Taiqingjing Anecdote Record", it is not a serious book at first glance.

But Nayin read it very intently, as if what was in front of him was not some pornographic book, but a professional textbook.

The shade of the trees in the courtyard was green, and the bright sunlight was sifted into bits of gold, falling on his handsome and cold eyebrows and eyes, which looked like a moving picture scroll from a distance.

Halfway through the book, the strong smell of chestnut chicken wafted from the backyard. Hei Miao was hooked by the smell at some point, and meowed at his master reservedly, and found that he ignored him, so he took small steps and couldn't wait. trotted up.Sitting on the pure black cat's back was a small paper figurine, grabbing the cat's hair, like a knight of a beast, rushing towards the kitchen, shouting.

"..." Nayin stared at the yellowed writing on the ancient book, rubbed the bridge of his nose, threw the book down decisively, and went to the kitchen.

Before the meal, Shu Ming was taken aback by Nayin, who never showed up, and almost threw the spatula into the pot: "Guan, what are you doing here? Is there anything else you want to eat?" ?”

"No." Nayin walked around the kitchen with his hands behind his back, knocking casually on the stove, "The chestnuts are more sticky, did you and Shu Lang drink rice wine a few days ago?"

Shu Ming said in a daze, "Yes."

Nayin let out a long cry, looked at the chestnut chicken in the pot and said nothing.

It was only then that Shu Ming reacted slowly: "Oh! You want to drink rice wine, sir, right? There is still a bottle in the refrigerator."

"When did I say I was going to drink?!" Nayin frowned suddenly, and said displeasedly, "I just remind you, Shu Lang is a student, so drink less."

Shu Ming is also regarded as an old man who serves Nayin. He is simple and honest but not stupid. How can he not understand the meaning of what Nayin said when he talked about it? Will let him drink again."

"Yeah." Nayin nodded contentedly, smelling the aroma of chestnut chicken and moving his Adam's apple, he reached out to pick up Heimiao, who was sneaky and wanted to claw into the pot, and walked out of the kitchen calmly. "

"After the temple master came back to life, it became so strange." Shu Ming scratched the back of his head and picked up the spatula again, "Didn't he never pay attention to food before?"

Nayin's face froze when he heard this sentence, and Hei Miao obediently blinked his big glass-like eyes at him: "Meow~"

"It's shameful to be cute, dear." Nayin said contemptuously, and his face became even uglier after he finished speaking.

After lunch, Nayin took a nap under the two old trees in the vestibule according to the old habit. In the past, he would only sleep for half an hour before getting up to go to his workshop. This time he slept for a long time without paying attention.

The cool wind was blowing, making the leaves rustle, and some birds were circling high in the sky, their chirping sounded long and far away.

The sound of gurgling water came from Nayin's ears, and the sound of water was close at hand. He opened his eyes naturally and found himself sitting in a familiar small courtyard.

That was the place he left and never returned to. There was a man sitting on the stone mill in the yard, who was stroking the little donkey gnawing on the white radish. When he saw him wake up, he smiled at him: "Wake up, Xiaoqing!" .”

"Master..."

The author has something to say:

In fact, Guan Qing's purpose is not just to avoid death~ The next conversation between him and Master will explain his more important purpose~

Xiao Qi: Hey, are you not going to let me play? ? ?

Nayin: Oh, I can look for the second spring~ After all, your technique sucks.

Xiao Qi: ...