marry a ghost

Two days passed in a blink of an eye.

During these two days, Wei Shi did nothing but take care of Wei Xin.

At the beginning, Wei Shi saw that the chicken blood and duck blood had worked, and immediately bought a dozen or twenty live chickens and ducks in batches. Why did he buy live chickens and ducks?Because only the blood that is slaughtered on the spot is useful.Wei Shichang had never killed so many chickens and ducks at his age, and his face turned pale and blue in a rush of blood.

Whether it is buying chickens or ducks, or killing chickens and ducks, you have to hide from people, just like being a thief, for fear of arousing the suspicion of the people around you. If someone finds that you have hidden a corpse in the house, you may be caught. Go to the police station.

That night, Wei Shi walked to the bedside with the last bowl of steaming chicken blood in his hand.

Wei Xin sat there upright, with blue lips and white lips, eyes slightly closed, back straight, wearing Wei Shi's clothes, which were a bit too big, covering the whole body, making the face look smaller and the chin smaller. Sharp, younger (younger).

Wei Shi raised his hand and stroked Wei Xin's hair.

The hair was soft and cold, passing through the fingers like a cold, damp mist.

Wei Shi stroked his hair and said to him, "Ah Xin, it's time to eat."

This chicken blood and duck blood were fed three meals a day plus supper, maybe it was a psychological effect, Wei Shi felt that Wei Xin's complexion seemed to be a little better, the originally pale face seemed to have a little blood color, even the stiff bones The joints also seem to be more flexible, which can be clearly felt when Wei Shi tossed him and pulled him up to walk around.

Wei Shi put the bowl in front of the small table, then opened Wei Xin's mouth with his hands, scooped up a spoonful of blood and sent it in, the scarlet blood stained Wei Xin's lips, Wei Shi took a tissue and wiped it for him, slightly With a little force, I accidentally poked Wei Xin's teeth.

His subordinates felt something was wrong, Wei Shi touched Wei Xin's teeth suspiciously.

Then, he was taken aback.

The canine teeth, which were originally white and neat, have grown more than half of them at some point, and have become like the fangs of wild animals, sharp and sharp. When touched with one hand, it seems that they are about to be punctured. Xin's mouth, after carefully touching his white teeth one by one, wiped off the blood and other unknown liquids on his hands with a tissue.

The bowl was placed on the small table without moving.

The mutation from Wei Xin's body made Wei Shi dare not continue to feed him blood. He sighed and pinched Wei Xin's face, "Don't drink it. If you drink it again, something will happen."

Wei Shi put away the bowl, and the chicken blood poured into the sewer.

Tonight is the third night of Lao Zheng's dojo.

Lao Zheng had already called yesterday, saying that the shadow puppet troupe had been invited. Wei Shi promised him that he would definitely go tonight. Thinking of this, Wei Shi looked at the sky, and it was actually not too late. But in winter, it gets dark early, and you can't see your fingers outside.

The alley from the rental house has no street lights, and can only be illuminated by the lights of the open shops and residents' homes next to it. Wei Shi used the faint light of the mobile phone screen to bypass the potholes on the road, one foot deep and one foot shallow to the bus stop.

It's very dark tonight.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't get the bus. It was too cold, the bus platform was not covered, and the wind was coming from all directions. The cold air sucked in and made people's heart and lungs hurt. Wei Shi stamped his feet on the spot and saw a taxi. The car drove over and quickly stopped it with a wave.

Wei Shi ran over to open the car door, and told the driver, "It's strangely (surprisingly) cold today." The driver said with a smile, "Yeah, I haven't encountered such a cold winter for a long time."

Wei Shi let go of what was on his mind, and chatted with the driver master happily.

When he arrived at the place, he asked the driver to wait for him at the intersection, and the driver agreed. In order to hurry, Wei Shi ran to the rented house where Luo Zhiyong lived, and knocked on the door. I came to see Luo Zhiyong once in the past few days. He stayed in the house all the time and never even went out the door. He was so ignorant that he didn't even know he was hungry.

Wei Shi felt that in a few days, he would torture himself to death before the evil attack occurred.

No one in the room agreed, Wei Shi knocked on the door vigorously and shouted loudly, "Luo Zhiyong, open the door for me, why are you dead in the room? Get up and open the door for me before you die, Luo Zhiyong, open the door!" The whole building Everyone heard Wei Shi's voice, and some felt disturbed and began to curse.

When Wei Shi got impatient and was about to kick the door, the door was finally opened. Luo Zhiyong stood unsteadily at the door, and said weakly, "Ah Shi. Why are you here?"

Wei Shi hit Luo Zhiyong's head ruthlessly, "I have something to do with you, come out with me."

Luo Zhiyong scratched his head and was about to refuse, but when he saw Wei Shi's fierce eyes, his hands raised high as if he was about to knock down, he swallowed his words wisely, and followed Wei Shi out the door.

Such a toss has already taken more than ten minutes.

When he got to the exit, Wei Shi was still worried that the taxi driver got impatient and left. Unexpectedly, the driver kept his promise and the car was still parked there. Wei Shi dragged Luo Zhiyong and ran away. Weak, I can barely catch my breath after running a few steps, and the sound of exhaling and inhaling is like pulling a bellows.

The two got into the car, without talking all the way.

From far away, I heard the sound of chanting scriptures and music in Lao Zheng's house.

The stage was set up early in the morning, and the people in the village came to help slowly because nothing happened these few days. They heard that there will be a rare shadow puppet show tonight. There are few people, and the old Zheng's house is crowded shoulder to shoulder.

Wei Shi took Luo Zhiyong upstairs and looked at the stage below.

Stages like this are usually set up in the open air, and there is not such a big space in the house. It is fine in spring and summer, and people can bear it. In autumn and winter, the temperature is too low, and it is a bit uncomfortable. Most people use white cloth to cover the entire shed to prevent wind. Now, with plastic sheeting, it is even easier.Even so, people are still freezing, so the polite and thoughtful host will prepare a lot of braziers, coal stoves or electric heaters for those who come to the theater to use.

Wei Shi took Luo Zhiyong to sit on the balcony on the second floor and looked down.

The stage is clear at a glance.

Like those curious people below, Wei Shi had never seen a shadow play before. Looking at the white curtain below and the shadows cast on the curtain by the shadow puppet troupe behind, walking around and dangling, it was they Doing the final preparations before the play begins.

Until eight o'clock in the evening, the show finally started.

Shadow puppetry is a silhouette of a character made of animal skin or cardboard, which is projected on the screen with light to perform an act. There are special people behind it manipulating the shadow puppet while singing, and the troupe will make music at the same time, and the repertoire of the performance is also varied. There are various folk tales, myths and legends, historical romances and so on.

Wei Shi watched the lively scene below.

Exquisite and chaotic shadows are performing joys and sorrows on the curtain, and the people below, no matter whether they see any tricks or not, are still very supportive and give a round of applause. complement each other.

However, Wei Shi didn't pay attention to this.

The reason why he had to ask Lao Zheng to invite a shadow puppet troupe was to borrow the shadow puppets of the troupe. The shadow puppets are usually made of the fur of domestic animals. After materials selection, carving, coloring, sewing, and painting Waiting for several exquisite processes, it is made with great care.

Generally, this kind of shadow play can be used for several generations.

These long-lasting shadow puppets cast shadows on the curtain, and have been manipulated by people to play many roles. When you are watching a shadow play, do you really think those shadows dangling under the light are projections of shadow puppets? ?Don't you feel that those shadows move by themselves at some point?Don't you think they look funny and eerie?

In short, shadow puppets are very dark and easy to attract ghosts.

The shadow puppet show only lasted for an hour and a half before it ended. As soon as the show was over, Lao Zheng’s family immediately arranged a supper table and invited the shadow puppet troupe over to eat. While they were eating and drinking, Wei Shi took Luo Zhiyong to them. I plan to borrow a few shadow puppets for use in the place where I put my "belongings".

Luo Zhiyong was dragged away by Wei Shi with his head covered.

He stood aside and watched Wei Shi unceremoniously open the box, took out a dozen leather shadows from inside and ran upstairs. Wei Shi knew that his mind was full of question marks, but he didn't have time to follow He explained, patted him on the shoulder, motioned him to follow him.

The two entered Zheng Tao's room and closed the door behind them.

The shadow puppet troupe downstairs is handled by Lao Zheng. They only need to return the borrowed shadow puppets before the shadow puppet troupe finishes their drinks.

A curtain made of white cloth had already been drawn in the room, just like the troupe below, but the area was reduced by more than half. Wei Shi put the shadow puppets one by one behind the curtain, and a dozen shadow puppets covered the entire curtain. The lower part was fully occupied, and then, Wei Shi closed the door, and then lit the candle behind the curtain with a lighter.

The candle is red, and the red wax oil drips down little by little.

Wei Shi pulled Luo Zhiyong to stand aside and waited.

Luo Zhiyong wanted to speak several times, but Wei Shi stopped him. He typed a few words on the phone to show Luo Zhiyong—keep silent, Luo Zhiyong also took the phone and typed a few words—what is this, Wei Shi He scratched his chin and typed a few words - save your life and my life. Luo Zhiyong was obviously a little surprised, and his ignorant look was finally a sign of sobriety.

Wei Shi took out the paper money that was closely following him, held it between his fingers, and shook it in front of Luo Zhiyong's eyes. What an idiot, he took out a piece of yellow talisman paper and pasted it between his eyebrows without saying a word.

Luo Zhiyong's eyes were blocked, but his sanity became clearer.

He touched the yellow talisman paper on his forehead, and looked around nervously.

Wei Shi ignored him, if not for the presence of more than two victims of evil crimes, he would not have dragged Luo Zhiyong here at all, in fact, Ding Maoshu might as well be found, but Wei Shi felt that Ding Maoshu was not the same person, very insidious It's also dangerous.

Wei Shi took out a copper dagger and cut his own wrist. Blood trickled down his wrist. Then, he raised his head and motioned for Luo Zhiyong to stretch out his hand. Luo Zhiyong rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin Wei Shi unceremoniously cut his wrist.

Viscous blood dripped into a small porcelain bowl.

Wei Shi didn't treat the wound until half of the porcelain bowl was full.

The room was very dark, only the red light from the few red candles, but this bloody light made the darkness of the whole room more visible and more terrifying.The white curtain also turned red, covered with black shadows, not only was the red light shaking, but the shadows remained motionless.

Wei Shi took out a brush made of the fine hair from the tip of a black dog's tail, dipped it in blood and began to draw on the floor.

Wei Shi's paintings are very weird.

It seems to be a kind of writing, also like a kind of child's scribbles, or a kind of ghost drawing. He used this kind of writing-like things to form a large pattern, and put some in the middle of the pattern to make a stool. , The paper binding of the chair.

After the painting was finished, Wei Shi flicked his wrist and told Luo Zhiyong by typing on his mobile phone.

——Our little lives depend on it.