The devil attacks me every day

He Dapeng, a kind of "good ghost" who has no complaints or hatred, will return to visit his most reluctant relatives on the seventh day after his death.After the first seven days, they will naturally obey the call of the ghost world and leave on their own.

If you don't want to leave, it doesn't matter as long as you keep yourself safe, just like the hanged ghost in Gu Shan's family who has been wandering for an unknown number of years, it is an unconscious wandering spirit formed by the dissipation of soul power.

There are "good ghosts" and there are "evil ghosts", and ghosts that maliciously stay in the world and kill people are evil ghosts.Under normal circumstances, this kind of ghost has the heaviest resentment where he died, and will frequently devour human lives in his own 'field'.

They have all become evil ghosts, and there must be no good fruit to eat when they return to the ghost world. These evil ghosts themselves know it, so they become more and more vicious, not only swallowing people's lives, but also swallowing the souls of that person to strengthen themselves Soul power, from being forced to recall or hunted by the ghost world.

From the very beginning, Meng Qi'an defined the Faceless Water Ghost as a kind of local ghost, who has a piece of water of his own, and if he has nothing to do, he can hook a few living people down to eat.He Dapeng said that he was not killed, but just fell into the water out of fear?And now it seems that the soul power is intact, did the water ghost come back and wait to eat his living soul?

"How are you going to live today?" Meng Qi'an asked.

"I, I don't have any arrangements." As a new ghost with no grievances, He Dapeng didn't want to harm anyone, and he didn't have much experience, so he didn't know how to arrange ghost birth.

Meng Qi'an said with satisfaction: "Then follow me first."

"Ah?" He Dapeng hesitated: "What am I doing with you?"

Stay on the sidelines.Meng Qi'an smiled kindly: "It's nothing, I just want to play with you for a day as long as you are bored."

He Dapeng was a little happy. As a ghost, he actually has no friends. It is really rare to have a living person who can talk: "Okay, then what should I call you, Master Zhao?"

"Meng Zhao."

"Ah?" He Dapeng was puzzled: "I, I thought, your surname is Zhao..."

For a ghost, Meng Qi'an did not hesitate to tell him his real name: "The one I told you is the real one. Anyway, when you go to the ghost world tonight, you will soon forget everyone."

He Dapeng blinked his eyes and asked curiously, "Ghost world? What does the ghost world look like? How did you get there?"

"……do not know."

"I'm sorry." He Dapeng was a little at a loss: "You have never died, how would you know."

"..."

He obviously didn't know that Meng Qi'an had really died, and he died 100 years earlier than him.

Meng Qi'an got up and patted the ashes on his body, and raised his chin: "Let's go, take me to the place where you died."

He Dapeng timidly looked at the white sun at noon under the eaves.

Ghosts can also come out during the day, after all, he is a new ghost, and his soul power is still relatively strong, so it's okay to carry the scorching sun.But it was only when his son was almost dead that he was forced to walk out of the darkness. Now he is staying well under the eaves, and he doesn't want to go out to be roasted by the sun.

As soon as a living soul like his is roasted by the sun, the soul power will swell and burn. If it burns too much, it won't exist for too long.

Meng Qi'an sighed that he was too caring, and walked back to look for Mrs. Aqing: "Sister-in-law Aqing, can you lend me an umbrella, preferably black."

"Of course!" Mrs. Ah Qing hurriedly pulled out a black umbrella from the room and handed it to the boy.

He opened the big black umbrella to check, and after confirming that there were no dilapidated places, he walked back under the eaves and motioned for He Dapeng to get in.

He Dapeng had only heard of similar ghost stories before, and this was his first experience as the protagonist, so he couldn't wait to get into it.

"Master Meng Xiao!" His voice sounded a little excited: "I can transform! How can I become so small? Can I attach to other things?"

It turned out to be interested in his spirit body that has no entity.

Master Meng Xiao, who had never done a ghost before, began to give He Dapeng popular science knowledge about ghosts: "Generally speaking, it is the easiest to attach to ordinary objects. For example, this umbrella, or pots, pans, vases and so on. So humans sometimes Hearing the sound of objects moving from a home that no one has turned over, it may be the little ghosts lingering in the world playing around."

"Generally no ghosts will attach to plants. After all, most plants grow towards the sun, and no ghost likes to bask in the sun." Meng Qi'an added in his heart, except for ghost vines.

"If you're lucky, attaching to a treasure full of aura can not only warm up your soul power, but also help you cultivate—you don't need to understand this."

He pointed to the sparrows flying in the air: "Then there are ghosts who have cultivated to a certain level, they can attach to living things, live with them or occupy the magpie's nest, depending on their mood, the weaker the living things are, the easier it is to attach to. In the same way, human beings are also living creatures.”

He Dapeng, who had no ambitions, was frightened by Master Meng Xiao's words: "I, I will not be attached to people, people!"

"Of course you won't." Meng Qi'an shook the umbrella, shaking He Dapeng in the umbrella to this side: "I'll just say it to give you a lot of insight, you're still in my hands."

The women in the courtyard had been frightened by Meng Shen's stick for a long time. At this time, they listened to him giving the new ghost a science popularization, and they all began to search in their minds whether there was any abnormality in the pots and pans at home...

It's over, when I think about it, not only the pots and pans are not right, the cat peeping at me taking a bath is not right, even the big yellow dog that is going back and forth in the village is also not right...

Meng Qi'an decided to take He Dapeng to the place where he died and wait for the faceless water ghost - all living souls will return to the place of death after the first seven days to wait for the call from the ghost world. , she will definitely go to the place where He Dapeng died to wait for him.

Seeing that Meng Qi'an was about to leave, Mrs. Ah Qing and the others tried to persuade her to stay, but A-Lian and Mrs. He stood in the crowd with their children in their arms and did not speak.

"He's leaving tonight." Meng Qi'an held the black umbrella in both hands and handed it to them: "Do you want to talk to him? He can hear you."

A-Lian's eyes were swollen from crying, she turned away from picking up the black umbrella: "Don't worry about anything... let's go."

He Dapeng's voice was a bit muffled, he said: "...she is blaming me, she died early, and almost killed Shuang Wa'er..."

A pair of dry, wrinkled hands gently caressed the black umbrella.

"Dapeng..." Aunt He took the black umbrella with trembling hands: "You have been obedient and filial since you were a child, and my mother likes you very much... I am very happy that you have been my son for the rest of my life."

As those old hands caressed the black umbrella, it showed that the invisible water flowed out of the black umbrella, and it flowed faster and faster: "Mom... I am also very happy..."

Aunt He lovingly touched the black umbrella for a long time, then carefully handed it to Meng Qi'an: "Master Zhao, I will hand him over to you."

Meng Qi'an felt sore in his heart.His mother left early, and he almost forgot what she looked like.Most of what she said, he can't remember clearly. Now that he thinks about it, when his mother left them, he was as reluctant as Mrs. He.

He took back the black umbrella with both hands and prepared to leave, but stopped when He Dapeng was crying and talking.Knowing that it is useless to say something, and it will even make the living people more sad, but this sentence, he wants to help He Dapeng convey it.

"If there is a next life." Meng Qi'an smiled and said to Aunt He: "He wants to take care of you instead."

He turned and left, crying behind him.

The black umbrella also began to get wet, probably because He Dapeng cried so hard that the yin energy turned into solid water.

The cold water flowed continuously along the black umbrella, completely soaking Meng Qi'an's sleeves and hands.He subconsciously shook his hands and wiped his wet palms on his clothes.

"Meng, little master Meng..." He Dapeng was sobbing, "I'm sorry..."

Meng Qi'an took two steps, then sighed: "It's okay. You cry."

Stepping across the Zheliu Bridge, passing through the quiet village full of greenery in early summer, one person and one ghost stop at the well where He Dapeng died.

This well is the most common well, the water is bottomless, and it looks like a circle of stagnant water on the surface.Because of the death, the well was abandoned, and no one in the village came to draw water from the well.Meng Qi'an fetched a bucket of water from the bucket by the well, took a handful of it, and the clear well water flowed from his fingers. It was icy and cold, bringing a refreshing coolness in early summer.

Of course, it was also possible that it was because of too much Yin Qi, so he glanced at the black umbrella in his hand without any trace.

"right here?"

"Yes."

Meng Qi'an didn't feel any lingering resentment.No matter whether the evil spirit harms people successfully or not, there will be a "Qi" left behind, and this Qi can be seen with red pupils.But now not only can't see it, even the only yin energy comes from He Dapeng, the poor drowning ghost, and he can't find the whereabouts of the faceless water ghost.

One person and one ghost waited by the well from dawn to dark, and when the smoke rose, every household began to cook, and the aroma was overflowing.

"Gu—" Meng Qi'an covered his stomach.

He Dapeng was finally able to come out from the black umbrella, he poked his head: "Master Meng Xiao, you are hungry."

"I know!"

After crawling out of the grave, Meng Qian hasn't eaten a full meal for two days, and now he begins to wonder why he should meddle in such nosy business.

There was a little orange light shining in the distance, and that orange light slowly approached him in the night.When they got closer, Meng Qi'an saw the young couple who had quarreled at the Zheliu Bridge during the day, coming with a lantern and a basket.

"Is it Master Zhao?" Seeing the black umbrella beside the boy, the woman confirmed his identity, and brought out the hot steamed buns and fried vegetables in the basket: "Little Master, my mother guessed that you would be here, But the He family is still at my house, she can't leave, so let us bring you food."

The man also handed over a small bag, and when he opened it, he found a suit of light gray clean clothes that were about [-]% new.

"It's my younger brother's clothes. They are all clean. It's cold at night, so my mother told me to add some clothes for you." She explained.

Meng Qi'an was flattered: "Your mother is..."

"You've seen her before. Everyone calls her Mrs. Ah Qing."

Crawling out of the grave and not eating a full meal for two days, Meng Qi'an, who wondered why he was nosy, had a sore nose.

On the road, I will give fruits to downcast strangers, I will worry about whether a stranger has eaten, I will pay attention to his tattered clothes, and I will show my care in a way that does not hurt the self-esteem of young people...

Why is he meddling?

Meng Qi'an took the food and clothes solemnly, with a bright smile and bright eyes in the dark night.

Because it is people like them who act chivalrously and fight for righteousness, eliminate demons and defend the way.

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