Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"Is the usual job of your studio to go to Yinshan to kill ghosts to earn money?" Ding Mu was a little curious, thinking that this man is really a boss, and few men he has ever met can compare with this man.

"You can't earn a lot of money from killing ghosts. The most important thing is to earn money, take over jobs, and watch Fengshui. I was not allowed to run a company, so I opened a studio." Guan Yi took out a stone from his pocket, dusty. , Ordinary, he handed the stone to Ding Mu to see.

"What?" Ding Mu took the stone, and felt that although there was nothing special about the stone, it gave him a strange feeling: he felt that the stone seemed to be shining, but the light was very dim.

"How do you feel?" Guan Yi asked, he didn't have any ideas, he just wanted to let Ding Mu know that he was cheated by someone, and he still has a good sense of this person.

"This stone is not good, it's not as bright as my amulet." Ding Mu frowned.

"Bright? How did you see it?" Guan Yi was a little surprised now. He, an old guy who has been in the mountains for more than ten years, is not as useful as a newcomer who has been in the mountains for two days.

"You have to look up to the light, it's a little dim light, you can't find it unless you look carefully." Ding Mu leaned closer to show him.

Guan Yi looked at it for a long time but didn't see any tricks. Suddenly, he stretched out his long arms and hugged Ding Mu: "Brother, do you want to make money?"

Brother, do you want to buy?

This style of painting is like magic and illusion, which made Ding Mu confused for a few seconds.

Guan Yi is about 1.9 meters tall. With such an embrace, Ding Mu looks like a child.

He is obviously 1.8 meters tall, but he is stunned to be compared.

"How to earn?" Ding Mu turned to ask him.

"Do you want to go into the mountains?" Guan Yi asked him.

"I don't want to." Ding Mu shook his head, this kind of journey is enough once, and he doesn't want to do it again at all.

"Then you can look at the stones when you go up the mountain tomorrow, and you can take whichever stone you think you can take away." Guan Yi thought for a while, and then said: "Let's join forces, one and half, I will give you bodyguards, and you help me." some gold."

Turning a stone into gold is something that many people dream of.

"That's just one piece, it can be sold for [-]." Seeing that he was a little moved, Guan Yi shook the stone in front of his face, and continued to coax people with a weird uncle look.

Eight hundred, worth one-fifth of his salary.

"Okay." Ding Mu nodded.

"Refreshing." Guan Yi patted him on the shoulder.

When Ding Mu arrived at his room, he returned the knife to Guan Yi and went in first. The moment he closed the door, he heard the man outside say, "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Ding Mu smiled.

I don't know if Guan Yi can hear it or not.

As soon as he entered the room, he found a box on the TV cabinet.

Black, cardboard box, tied with black silk cloth, looks low-key and dull.

The box that suddenly appeared made him vigilant. After thinking about it, he found that he didn't seem to have locked the door, and it was in this way that the person who delivered the things could enter the house.

As soon as I picked up the box, I heard a knock on the door.

He put down the box and listened carefully.

There was a slight "russling..." sound outside the door, like the sound of feathers rubbing against each other.

This sound reminded him of the idols in the temple, one black with black feathers and the other with white feathers.

He squeezed the amulet on his body tightly, and tiptoed to turn off the light.

Act like no one is in the house.

"dong dong dong"

The person outside knocked three more times.

"Open the door." Guan Yi's voice sounded from outside the door.

Ding Mu: "..."

If Guan Yi hadn't reminded him, he would have answered the door.

"Ding Mu!" The person outside the door called. "I have something to tell you."

Ding Mu almost bit off his tongue, and finally restrained his urge to answer the door.

Ding Mu: No, no, I won't, Guan Yi didn't step aside, and no one would.

The person outside knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered, so he changed the place mercilessly.

No one lived next door, and no one from outside knocked on the door next door, which made Ding Mu heave a sigh of relief—it turned out that it was really not Guan Yi.

He climbed into bed, took off his clothes and went to bed, his heart still beating "thumping".

This kind of heartbeat sound was a bit noisy, but it also made him feel at ease. A heartbeat is the only way to live.

This feeling of being lost made him very uncomfortable.

I don't know when it will die.

He remembered that the phone hadn't been charged yet, so he fumbled for the charger by the bed, and suddenly, he froze.

Because he touched a hand.

That hand was cold to the touch, without warmth, delicate and soft, not like a man's hand, let alone a living person's hand.

He moved his hands away as if he didn't know anything, and looked for the charger carefully.

After finding it, he plugged it in and the phone screen lit up. He glanced at it, but there was nothing in front of the bed.

As if the hand he touched just now was a hallucination.

He didn't dare to look at it any more, he just put his phone away and curled up under the covers to sleep.

The feeling of being surrounded by the quilt is reassuring, and when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly thought of Kayako.

The female ghost who can drill into people's bed not only drilled by herself, but also took the child with her.

Without thinking about it, he was pulled into a dreamland.