God lures him to attack

The room was still the one where he was standing before, but there was no one in the room. He seemed to have entered the realm of yin and yang.

Holding the candle in her hand, Qian Sha walked around the empty room, opened the curtains to look at the outside world, and then walked out after finding the door of the room.

Outside the mirror, Gan Ze and Xiaotian stood there watching.Shuoshuo and the ghosts in the mirror have disappeared, and Qiansha who entered the mirror also left the room holding a candle.

"Gan Ze, what do you think these candles are for?" Xiaotian began to wonder about the purpose of these candles.

Gan Ze looked away from the empty mirror, glanced at the red candle on the ground, then picked up one, and said slowly, "Have you ever heard of the Hundred Story game?"

"Hundred Monogatari game? Do you mean a game where a group of people light candles and gather together to tell ghost stories, and when they blow out the last candle, they will see real ghosts?" Xiaotian has a little understanding of Hundred Stories. This game is a Japanese game. That

It is said that a hundred people gather together to tell ghost stories, and after telling a story, they chase out a candle, and when the last candle goes out, the real ghost will appear.

But what does Hyakumonogatari have to do with these candles?Is there such a saying in China?

"It's almost the same as the Hundred Story game, but the difference is that these red candles represent yin fire." Gan Ze explained: "There is yang fire in the living person, and yang fire is opposite to yin fire. One cannot see one's own yang fire, and yang fire can also prevent yin fire from invading, but people with yin and yang eyes can see yin fire."

"These red candles represent the yin fires of different ghosts. They appear in the world of the living through the medium and visualize everything." Gan Ze took half of the red rope in his hand and walked towards the mirror. The other end of the red string has penetrated into the mirror, "If people gather together to tell ghost stories, it is easy to attract real ghosts, and the reverse is also the same. If a group of ghosts gather together to tell stories, they will It is easy to lead people to the world of ghosts."

"Then, how do I get out after going in?" Xiaotian stepped forward and asked

Gan Ze, but Gan Ze's eyes fell on the red rope in his hand.

He is putting down the red rope little by little, so that the person at the other end of the red rope has enough length to move on.

"Then we have to see if the person who went in can come back along the direction of the red rope." After speaking, Gan Ze couldn't help frowning.

Because, the red string connected to the other end of the mirror suddenly broke, and it fell silently in front of him.

"The rope connecting to the outside world is broken, it's a bit tricky now." Gan Ze looked a little dignified, then looked up at the mirror, and there was no longer any image in the mirror.

After Qian Sha walked out of the house that was the same as the real world, the red rope in her hand was burned by a fire.

Qian Sha shrank her hands instinctively, and the red rope in her hand fell to the ground, turning into ashes and dissipating.

broken?

"If you don't go to the garden, how do you know what the spring looks like? It turns out that there are so many purples and reds blooming all over the place, like this, they are all ruined. What's the beauty of the good days, who's house is the place to enjoy the pleasure? The morning flies and the evening rolls, the clouds and green pavilions. The rain and the wind, smoke wave painting boat

.Jinping people really see this time is so cheap! The cuckoos are singing red all over the green hills, and the shredded tobacco outside the tea is drunk and soft..."

Just when Qiansha frowned, a burst of opera singing came, singing "Peony Pavilion. Garden Tour", the tone was sad and mournful, with a sense of mourning.

Qiansha looked around, only to realize that he was deeply trapped in a forest. The forest was so foggy that he could no longer see the surrounding scene, only a female voice sang Peking Opera floating in the air.

Qiansha, who has the memory of several lifetimes, has no fear of these things. He just draws a talisman out of thin air and puts it into the candle, so that the candle will continue to burn without being disturbed by everything around him.

"Hurry up, the theater troupe is starting to sing." There were footsteps and voices drifting over, very close, as if they were behind Qiansha.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. When Qian Sha turned his head, he saw several people running towards him with a red sedan chair on their shoulders.Before he even had time to avoid it, he was put into a sedan chair and carried by the group of ghosts to continue running forward.

Qiansha in the sedan chair let out a smirk, crossed his legs, and looked amused.

smelly look.

These ghosts really don't know Huishan, they don't even inquire about the identity of the person they are carrying, and they are not afraid of being beaten out of their wits by him?

Think about when he was still Bai Qiancha, there were no demons and evil spirits who dared to provoke him in this world. Unexpectedly, after he was reincarnated as a human, even these little ghosts would want to ride on his head.

Really, I don't know how to live or die.

The sound of opera singing in the distance became clearer and clearer, as if it was already in front of my eyes.

Qian Sha felt that he had reached his destination, but the sedan chair carrying him was still bumping at a very fast speed.

"It seems that it won't stop." Qian Sha sighed softly, and then took out a few talismans and pasted them around the sedan chair.

The sedan chair exploded in an instant, blowing away all the ghosts carrying the sedan chair.The moment the ghosts fell to the ground, they disappeared one after another, not daring to confront Qiansha.

When Qiansha fell to the ground, she looked ahead.

There was a dry well ahead, and these ghosts probably wanted to throw him into the well, hoping that he, a different kind, would die here and become one of them.

"Overestimate your own capabilities." Qian Sha said coldly, and then followed the singing to find her.

It was a very crude stage, and the stage was full of men, women and children, all of whom were listening to the opera.The women on the stage are wearing costumes, waving their long sleeves, posing in various classic poses, and repeating the same script.

Qian Sha walked among the group of men, women and children who were listening to the opera. Their faces were as white as paper, without the emotions that normal people should have. The so-called expressions were stiff.They sat side by side, smiling strangely, looking at the woman on the stage.The woman is the only one with expression among these ghosts, the only one that looks like a living person.

"Okay, okay!" A very familiar voice sounded not far from Qiansha.

Qian Sha shivered, and hurriedly followed the prestige.

In between, a teenager in cartoon pajamas sits among a group of ghosts, standing up, applauding, and laughing happily.

"Mo Xi?" Qian Sha frowned, and hurriedly walked towards the boy.

"Mo Xi, is it really you?" Qian Sha walked through the surrounding ghosts and came to

In front of Shuoshuo, and grabbed his arm.

The slightly warm and soft touch came from him, and he was sure that this person was indeed alive, and he was indeed the person he was looking for.

"Who are you? Are you calling me?" Shuo Shuo, who was only a few years old with an IQ, blinked and looked at the man in front of him in puzzlement. He pointed at himself, then at him, and pinched mischievously Pinch his cheek, "Pinch the big brother's face well, hahaha."

He laughed happily and his voice was moving, but it made Qiansha's brows tightened even more.

Suddenly, Qiansha hugged him into his arms, and those thoughts that had been suppressed for a long time flooded up wildly and wet his eyes.

"Mo Xi, I thought I would never see you again in this life, I thought I would never see you again." He hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his body.

"I can't breathe, cough, cough, cough." Shuo Shuo coughed, his chest felt uncomfortable, and he was strangled.

Hearing the sound of coughing, Qian Sha hurriedly let go of him, showing a lost and recovered smile.

"Mo Xi, I'll take you out of here." When Qiansha grabbed his hand and wanted to take him out of here, the ghosts who watched the theater suddenly surrounded them, showing a gloomy and strange expression, which made the expression even more shocking. Creepy.

"This is not a place where you can come and go whenever you want." A female voice came from the direction of the stage.

Qian Sha looked in the direction of the stage, frowning.