Can you give me the broken impermanence?

"Is there a problem?" The shopkeeper asked very calmly.

Song Qingming was the only one who was embarrassed and shy.

He is already a young man, and most men of his age have already married, but Song Qingming has been a sick child since childhood, no girl is willing to marry such a short-lived ghost like him, and his family members are too lazy to say goodbye to him, Let him die on his own.

Thanks to this, he can put all his thoughts on painting small portraits, but because of this, he knows nothing about love, let alone reading this kind of book, he has never even thought about it in his mind, just like a monk with six pure roots .

At present, such things that cannot be said to outsiders are clearly in front of his eyes, and he needs to copy them seriously and carefully...

Song Qingming pressed his hand on the book and did not open it for a long time.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, the shopkeeper frowned: "Why don't you draw?"

"I can't...can't paint such offensive paintings." Song Qingming said in a muffled voice.

The shopkeeper snorted, with some disdain: "Draw fifty copies, and I'll give you a tael of silver."

One or two? !

Song Qingming looked at the book in surprise.

There are no more than a dozen paintings in one book, and fifty books can be painted in six or seven days if you don't sleep and rest.

To know other errands, you can only get one tael of silver after doing it for a month.

Song Qingming naturally knew which was the best deal, and after gritted his teeth hard, he opened the book and picked up a pen to copy.

Looking at the explicit paintings, his face seemed to be on fire, and he had to force himself to look again.At first I was still figuring out the tricks, but after an hour, I became more and more familiar with it.

In order to get the money earlier, he refused to stop for a moment.

After nightfall, the shopkeeper naturally couldn't accompany him, and closed the shop door at night, leaving him alone, so he wasn't afraid that he would run away with his books in his hands.

Maybe he is a sick ghost, and he doesn't have that much ability.

During the day, the shopkeeper would prepare simple meals for him, and he didn't let him go hungry.

It was safe and sound, so I just waited for the painting to be completed and left with the money.

Until the night of the third day, in the academy where only Song Qingming was alone, a 'pop' was heard suddenly.

It sounded like a book falling to the ground.

Except for a candle lamp on his desk, there is no other light in the room, and the place where the sound is made is in the dark place between the bookshelves.

After some hesitation, Song Qingming picked up the candle lamp on the table and stood up, ready to check it.

Six rows of tall bookshelves are neatly arranged in the house, and the bookshelves are full of various books.

The light of the candle lamp was dim, forming a clear boundary between light and dark with the dark depths.

If he kept staring at the dark place, he always felt that a skeleton would suddenly appear, hooking his fingers, luring him into the depths of the darkness.

Song Qingming swallowed nervously, comforting himself in the bottom of his heart.

It's all his random thinking.

Holding down his hairy heart, he held the lamp and walked forward.

The sound of footsteps was very clear in the silent house, and the flame of the candle lamp would shake slightly with every step.

Even Song Qingming's thoughts swayed along with the flames.

Until he was stopped by a book.

The book lay quietly on the ground between two bookshelves.

Song Qingming breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he really scared himself, probably because the shopkeeper didn't put it away properly, and the book fell off the shelf.

He bent down to pick it up, and put the light on the book, on which were written four large characters, Book of Black Candles.

The name is so strange that you can't guess what's inside just by looking at the name.

Song Qingming turned around, and when he was about to put the book back on the shelf, he caught a glimpse of a black figure passing by from the corner of the shelf.

"who?!"

No one responded.

His nerves tensed, and he walked quickly to the opposite shelf.

But when I walked over, there was no one on the opposite side.

Could it be that I read it wrong?

Song Qingming was full of doubts, returned to the place where the book fell, and found a place to put this strange book on it.

Just as he turned around and took a step, there was another 'snap' behind him.

Song Qingming's heart raised, and it took a long time before he slowly turned around and looked.

The book was now lying on the ground again.

But he has obviously stuffed the books on the bookshelf, and the books on the shelves are crowded to the brim. This book is caught in the middle, and it is really unlikely that it will fall again...

A coolness climbed up silently.

Song Qingming bent down and picked up the book again. The words Yin Zhu Bao Dian were like four eyes lying on the book, staring at him strangely.

The book was getting hotter and hotter in his hands. He chose a higher position this time, stuffed the book in, and after confirming that it would not fall off again, he hurried back to his small table.

Sitting down in the chair, he rubbed his arms.

It was all because of the book that made him feel cold.

He put down the candle lamp, and when he was about to pick up the pen on the table, he caught a glimpse of the book The Secret Play in the Room, and his whole body froze.

The light flickered slightly, illuminating the four characters Youyou, silently threatening Song Qingming.

Seeing this book of black candles again, Song Qingming almost overturned the whole table.

It was just almost, before he had time to do so, he calmed himself down first.

"Should... there should be several of the same book, hahaha, scaring myself..."

Song Qingming comforted himself with a dry smile, picked up the book and walked towards the bookshelf again.

He didn't even dare to look at the book that he had put away before. He was faintly afraid that the words that comforted him just now would be overturned, so he took the book in his hand, walked to the shelf farthest from where he was sitting, and put the book on the top. Double check that it won't fall off.

After putting it away, he still pointed to the book and said angrily, "If I see you again, I will burn you!"

After returning to the table to confirm that the book did not appear again, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

I was finally able to sit down on the chair with peace of mind, when the sound of clappers sounded one slow and two fast outside.

The rough shout of the watchman came in.

"It's three o'clock in the middle of the night, big ghost and little ghost, come and go safely!"

Why is the watchman in Su Town so weird? It doesn't seem like a reminder to the living, but rather... a reminder to those lonely ghosts.

Thinking of this, Song Qingming closed his clothes.

I couldn't help but mutter in my heart. In the past, he held a talisman paper in his hand. He had a way to save his life. He begged the heavens to see impermanence, even if a random kid could tell him about impermanence. He just couldn't see it, and now he found out that the talisman was useless, and weird things happened one after another.

The coldness ran around his body, he couldn't help coughing, but he didn't dare to make it too loud, for fear of disturbing something, so he suppressed his voice and coughed like a kitten.

"Yo, you are the one who opened the way today."

A shrill voice sounded from the window next to Song Qingming.

Song Qingming held his breath and subconsciously listened to the conversation outside the window.

The watchman who was beating the clapper said, "That's right, that old ghost surnamed Li was beaten out of his wits by some expert yesterday, so I have to take the lead today."

"The soul is gone? Tsk tsk... Could it be impermanence..."

"Probably not. I've heard that those impermanences haven't bothered us ghosts for some time."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"There was a major incident in the underworld. One Wuchang didn't get the daily order, so he stole other Wuchang brands and ran away!"

"This...is there still Wuchang who dares to do such a thing? If he is caught, he will definitely be condemned by Lord Yinluo King."

"Don't worry about them, the more chaotic the underworld, the better. They don't have the time to control us, so we can live freely!"

At the end, the watchman laughed sinisterly. The laughter was like a sharp weapon scraping against wood, and everyone who heard it felt numb.

Song Qingming tightly covered his mouth, for fear that he would leak his voice.

The two people outside... No, the conversation between the two ghosts was really scary, but when it came to impermanence, he couldn't help but want to listen to it.

The shrill voice started to giggle again: "This little boy is sick today, but he has thin skin and tender flesh, and a handsome and ruthless appearance. Such a body is most suitable for seizing the house."

Watchman: "He's been eavesdropping for a long time, we should get some sweetness back hehehe..."

As the words fell into Song Qingming's ears, the hairs on his body immediately stood on end.

Before he could get up and run away, the window swung open, and two ghosts stood outside the window, both with green faces, one tongue hanging down to his chest, the other missing half of his ear, leaving only a bloody hole.

The two ghosts looked at him straightly, and the corners of their lips slowly curled up into sinister smiles...

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Xie Yu: Our Qingming family is so simple, how can we draw such a large-scale painting, it must be forced by the shopkeeper!

Song Qingming: I said not to paint, but he gave too much...