Can you give me the broken impermanence?

"Young master, did you hear what we said just now?"

The high-pitched long-tongued ghost was giggling as he spoke, seeming to be very pleased with the fear in Song Qingming's eyes.

The ghost holding the clapper next to him scratched the bloody hole on his head with his hands, and dark red blood gushed out of it, but he exerted more force as if he couldn't feel any pain.

"Let's use this kid's body interchangeably." Clapper Ghost suggested.

The long-tongued ghost nodded repeatedly.

At the same time, the two ghosts raised their skinny hands, with long and sharp gray nails, and stretched them towards Song Qingming.

Song Qingming stood up suddenly and wanted to run away, but turned to the left, the long-tongued ghost had blocked his way, and approached with a sinister face.

Turning around again, the Clapper Ghost was digging at the bloody hole, glaring at him with shriveled eyes.

He was caught between two ghosts, unable to move an inch, and had nowhere to escape.

"Young master, you can't escape."

"Since you like to eavesdrop on ghosts, we will let you listen to them from now on..."

Song Qingming's legs were trembling secretly, but he refused to show it on his face, and still looked at the second ghost with a serious expression.

The two ghosts pressed on step by step, and at the end he was stunned by a surge of anger from fear.

He clapped his hands hard on the table and shouted, "Enough!"

This roar was something that the two ghosts did not expect, and they were immediately stunned by Song Qingming's roar, and their hands stopped in mid-air.

"I'm eavesdropping? You two can't be unreasonable if you're a ghost! I'm sitting in the house well, and you are standing at the window gossiping and chattering. It's hard for me not to listen! If you don't want to be heard by me, you can just You should stay away from the windows!"

He pointed at the two ghosts and reprimanded them, and the two ghosts looked at each other in shock.

After a while, the long-tongued ghost asked the clapper ghost next to him in a daze: "We are wrong?"

Without waiting for the clapper ghost to answer, Song Qingming puffed up his chest and said confidently, "Yes, it's your fault!"

At this moment, he definitely can't give up halfway, if the second ghost sees the timidity in his heart, he will definitely rush over again.

Thinking about it, Song Qingming raised his voice and said, "Forget it, you are all dead ghosts, and I don't want you to care about such a small matter. You should leave quickly and don't bother me anymore."

After speaking, he sat down with a cold face, ignoring the dazed second ghost beside him, opened the secret play in the room on the table, tapped the ink on the pen, and copied it one by one on the paper.

The two ghosts stared blankly at him for a while, then foolishly floated towards the window, as if they were really about to leave.

Just as Song Qingming was about to let go of his heart, the clapper ghost walking in front suddenly stopped.

"Whether you overheard us or not, has nothing to do with us seizing the house..."

Song Qingming's writing hand stopped suddenly.

The two ghosts approached, one on the left and one on the right, sticking to his face, the icy cold penetrated into the bone marrow.

The long-tongued ghost licked his left cheek with his tongue, and said with a smile: "Young master is quite bold, dare to lie to ghosts?"

Where the tip of the tongue slides over, it leaves a sticky wet feeling.

Song Qingming's upper and lower teeth began to fight.

He is just an ordinary person, no matter how brave he is, he can't fight against two evil spirits with his bare hands.

"Don't talk nonsense with him! Take this body, we can use it interchangeably!"

The clapper ghost's tone suddenly became vicious, and he raised his hand to grab Song Qingming's face fiercely.

Song Qingming subconsciously hid back, and the whole person and the chair fell backward uncontrollably.

His back hit the ground firmly, and he grunted in pain.

The second ghost immediately turned around and rushed towards him again.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew outside the academy.

The gust of wind appeared strangely, and the windows and doors of the academy were blown open and closed with crackling noises.

The candle lamp was unable to resist the force of the Yin wind, and suddenly went out, and the drawing paper that was neatly placed on the table flew out of the window.

Seeing his restless paintings flying out, Song Qingming's heart was bleeding.

That's all silver!

Not caring about the two evil spirits in front of him, he hurriedly stood up, trying to grab the flying drawing paper, but two hands were really not enough in front of the sky full of drawing paper.

Just as the two ghosts were about to catch him, Song Qingming yelled, "Why are you standing there?! Help me get the painting back!"

Long-tongued ghost: "...Are you a fool? We are ghosts, we want to seize the house! You still want us to help?"

Song Qingming looked at the painting that flew out of the academy, gritted his teeth and stared back at the two ghosts, wishing to stare out two lines of blood and tears.

"If one of my paintings is missing, I will die with you!"

He spoke very forcefully, coupled with the scarier expression on his face at the moment, the two ghosts shuddered unanimously.

Song Qingming rushed out of the academy in a hurry, and jumped to catch the paintings flying in the sky on the empty street.

The moon is dark and the wind is high. Except for the academy, every house has its doors and windows tightly closed. The flying drawing paper is like ghost money scattered in the air, attracting souls and ghosts.

The second ghost also wandered out, helping Song Qingming pick up the painting by accident.

The wind became stronger and stronger, and even the dust and sand on the ground were blown up together. Song Qingming even felt that he was about to be swept into the air by the wind.

At the end of the distance, there is a faint light, and there is a faint sound of music. The tune is long and sad, just like a devil's cry, making the hair of the listener stand on his head.

The music came from far to near, Song Qingming struggled to open his eyes in the wind and sand, and saw a group of people carrying a white sedan chair, jumping and jumping towards them.

The sedan chair was covered with white veils, flying with the strong wind. The people who carried the sedan chair were all dressed in mourning clothes. They were all as thin and tall as chopsticks. Their faces seemed to have been smeared with white flour. Tiao was blindfolded, and the two leaders were blowing suona to clear the way.

With such a weird team, one could tell they were not normal people.

The Clapper Ghost behind him exclaimed in surprise: "No! It's Yinshan Ghost Grandma, why did she come to Su Town?!"

"Who is Yinshan Ghost Grandma...cough cough..."

Song Qingming raised his arms to cover his face and asked, thinking that he could block some wind and sand, but he still ate a lot with his mouth.

The Clapper Ghost was no longer in the mood to snatch her home, but she replied cheerfully: "The ghost who has been dead for more than a thousand years is not as easy-going as we are. She has been wandering around the human world for more than a thousand years and has become half a ghost king. Even impermanence has nothing to do with her, if she catches you, you have to..."

Having said that, the Bangzi ghost took a closer look, and there was no shadow of Song Qingming in the wind and sand.

Song Qingming hugged the few paintings he had finally picked up in his arms, ran back to the academy and closed the doors and windows tightly, then squatted under the windows and began to shiver.

He's not stupid, he can tell which ones he can beat and which ones he can't beat, and this Yinshan ghost grandma must hide and admit to being cowardly.

The music outside was about to reach the gate of the academy. Song Qingming closed his eyes and recited the Diamond Sutra silently in his heart, hoping to survive this calamity. When he opened his eyes again, the Clapper Ghost and the Long Tongue Ghost squatted beside him, Trembling in the same posture as him.

Song Qingming: "What are you afraid of when both of you are dead?!"

The long-tongued ghost said aggrievedly: "Ghost grandma not only eats people, but also eats ghosts! How can we not be afraid!"

Song Qingming: ...

One person and two ghosts stopped talking, and both covered their mouths, for fear that they would call in their ancestors who had died outside for thousands of years.

The music stopped abruptly at the gate of the academy.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement outside. Song Qingming hesitated for a while, then turned around and poked a hole in the paper window to look out.

The white sedan chair was parked on the street.

The strong wind showed no signs of stopping, and Song Qingming's paintings were flying around the sedan chair, which made him jump with fear.

After a long time, a charming female voice came from inside the sedan chair.

"Come out, do you think I can't find you if you hide?"

These words startled the three in the academy.

Are you talking about them...

When Song Qingming was thinking about what to do, a man's figure appeared on the roof opposite the academy.

There was an evil spirit in the slightly upward hooked eyes, but there was no warmth in them. His dark eyes were staring at the white sedan chair indifferently. The black clothes had already melted into the night, but they still couldn't hide the anger all over his body.

Isn't this... that strange man in the inn? !

Song Qingming was very surprised.

The man's gaze flicked over the window of the academy, and for a moment, Song Qingming thought that the man had spotted him.

Yinshan Ghost Grandma smiled lightly in the sedan chair, and said: "I haven't seen a man as extraordinary as you for a long time. If you hand over your things quickly and obediently be my male slave from now on, I will save you from suffering." some pain."

There was no trace of a smile on the man's face, his eyelids drooped slightly, half covering his gloomy vision.

"If you want your things back, you have to take them back yourself."

As soon as the man's voice fell, a shadow flew out of the sedan chair and headed straight for the man.

The shadow flew so fast that Song Qingming's eyesight couldn't even keep up.

The man is not a vegetarian either, suddenly a black iron chain appeared in his left hand, and a white shadow was already in front of him, he raised his arm, and the chain seemed to come alive, wrapping around the shadow.

Before the chain was tightened, the shadow slid out of the shackles like a loach, and landed firmly on the other side of the roof.

After the shadow stabilized his figure, Song Qingming finally saw the legendary Yinshan Ghost Granny clearly.

Completely different from her soft and charming voice, Grandma Gui has white hair and snowy hair, is dressed in purple clothes, her face is full of wrinkles, like some withered bark.

She stared fiercely at the man, and asked, "Who the hell are you?!"

The man's lips curled up quietly.

"My name is Xie Yu."

The voice was neither soft nor heavy, and it just fell into Song Qingming's ears.

Song Qingming listened carefully, inexplicably felt that the man didn't seem to be answering Ghost Grandma, but rather speaking to him.

When he was in a trance, two ghosts beside him also came over, not knowing what they were going to do, they just stuck to his side and kept sucking their noses hard.

As soon as the two ghosts approached, Song Qingming felt cold all over.

"Don't squeeze!"

He suppressed his voice and said something displeased, but the two ghosts completely ignored his words, and still leaned on him on their own.

As it got colder, Song Qingming couldn't help but want to cough, and was afraid of disturbing the two on the roof outside, so he quickly covered his mouth tightly.

Sensing his movement, the second ghost also became nervous, and then backed away a little.

Song Qingming was stared at by them for a long while before suppressing the discomfort in his throat.

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I heard a 'poof' sound in the silent room.

The long and loud fart sound...

Song Qingming's eyes widened suddenly, and he and the clapper ghost looked at the long tongue ghost.

The long-tongued ghost's eyes rolled up and down, left and right, and said falteringly, "I... I'm too... nervous..."

Song Qingming was so angry that his teeth itch: "Ghosts fart too? How many surprises do you have..."

In the middle of speaking, a pair of hands broke through the window suddenly, grabbed Song Qingming by the collar, and lifted him out of the window.

The one who caught him was the ghost who carried the sedan chair for the ghost grandma. At this moment, Song Qingming was in the hands of the ghost, as petite as a little chicken.

He looked up at the two on the roof.

Guilao looked at him with a sinister gaze, and then Huazhi laughed tremblingly.

"Today's luck is really good. I caught another little beauty. After I get back the blood bodhi, I will take you two back and tease you..."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Song Qingming cried and shouted: Draw!My painting!Help me pick it up!It's all money! !

(At this moment, the author added the bgm: each dream flew out of the skylight~)