I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

He Heng felt strange, but this kind of thing involves privacy after all, and it might be a bit embarrassing to ask. The considerate student He can only think about it in his heart.

Just started school, and He Heng's jet lag during the holidays has not reversed. The later he gets more energetic, and he still has other things on his mind, he lies on the bed staring blankly, without any sleepiness.

It was past two o'clock at night, and He Heng had already rehearsed his new roommate ten times in his heart. Since he was haunted by a little evil ghost, he had no choice but to learn the annual drama of the Baidu tutorial, and began to imagine what kind of evil his roommate had encountered. He was an extremely fierce ghost, so he decided to work hard to survive the Jedi.

After all, although the ghosts he met since childhood were difficult and always frightened him, they never seemed to want his life.

It is completely different from the ghosts in ghost stories who think of ways to kill people.

The soul-cleaning formation that Qi Shu drew during the day was still in operation, maybe it was at the last moment, the formation was glowing with gold, and the ghost trapped inside looked a bit hideous.Coupled with the dark atmosphere of the dormitory after the lights are turned off, it is simply a good ghost film material.

It's a pity that He Heng is not afraid of ghosts. After brewing for a long time in this atmosphere, he still felt a little sleepy for himself.

He Heng squinted his eyes at the ceiling, and was about to go to bed quickly to prepare for tomorrow's regular class. Qi Shu on the opposite bed suddenly turned over and sat up, then got off the bed briskly, opened his locker, and took out A few sheets of yellow paper.

The long strip of yellow paper has some mysterious-looking symbols drawn on it, even people who have never seen it before can recognize it, it should be a magic talisman that often exists in the mouths of Taoists.

...It is the kind of talisman that can drive away ghosts after burning it and reading a few words and then rushing like a law.

He Heng half-closed his eyes subconsciously, the sleepiness just now was gone, and he took a good look at Qi Shu who had started to burn the spirit talisman.

He Heng didn't fall asleep for a few hours just now, and his eyes had already adapted to the darkness. Suddenly seeing the strong light hurt his eyes, he subconsciously closed his eyes for a while, and opened them again after feeling that the fire light was gone.

It just so happened that Qi Shu glanced at his bed at this time, seeing that he was closing his eyes, he didn't think about it anymore—it was really hard for him to imagine that someone would stay up in the middle of the night just to satisfy his curiosity—so he just Concentrating on the movements of his hands, he quietly burned the talisman and summoned the ghost messenger of the local Town God's Temple, and then dipped his hand in water and wiped it a few times on the place where the soul purification array was drawn before, and the one was detained here The ghost all afternoon slowly condensed his body, then stood up, and bowed to Qi Shu.

Pretty polite.

Different from the irritability when it was first detained and the anger when it was teased by He Heng, it looks very peaceful now, and all the grievances in its body have dissipated.If it wasn't for the blood on his clothes, he would be a sunny high school student at a glance.

Decent.

Qi Shu nodded at him, said softly "wait a while", then took out a few pieces of cut tinfoil from the cabinet, and skillfully folded the gold ingot.

It is the kind of gold ingot sold exclusively in shroud shops.

From He Heng's angle, you can just see Qi Shu's fingers flying up and down quite nimbly, and with a few movements, he folded one and put it aside, and then his subordinates kept picking up another piece of paper to continue folding.

At first, He Heng thought that Qi Shu was playing a game of summoning ghosts, but his actions were different from the games of summoning ghosts he usually heard. Moreover, from the beginning of Qi Shu burning the talisman to seeing ghosts now, there was nothing wrong with him from the beginning to the end. There was no emotion of surprise or excitement.

——It's not quite like calling ghosts out of curiosity, but rather like performing some mysterious ritual.

Is this the lesson that the new roommate learned on Baidu in the face of the ghost?

Just as this idea flashed through He Heng's mind, before he had time to suspect whether his roommate and deskmate had joined some kind of cult, he heard the sound of clappers beating suddenly in the thick night outside the window, shrill and penetrating. people.

——This is definitely not the kind of watchdog that comes on stage with "Heavenly Dry Things Dry" in TV dramas.

The beating sound was getting closer and closer, and finally it seemed to stop outside the dormitory window, and then there were three "da da da" clapper sounds.

When He Heng was nervous, he took a short errand, and always felt that the sound was like knocking on the door.

And fucking polite.

But no amount of politeness can hide its scary nature.

The sound of beateng and bangzi itself has a strange sense of history, but it is still at two o'clock in the middle of the night-the coldest and most evil time, it easily carries a bit of a sense of sadness and weirdness.

After all, this was the first time He Heng saw this battle, even if he wasn't afraid, he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.He didn't move, so he had to control his breathing more carefully, and then he saw the tightly drawn curtains fluttering like being blown by the wind, and then a wisp of black mist floated in from the window, in Qi Slowly condensed in front of Shu, and finally condensed into a misty human figure.

He Heng can be sure just by looking at this way of appearance, this must be a ghost.

Under the bright moonlight, He Heng could vaguely see that this ghost seemed to be dressed like an ancient government servant, but the clothes looked a bit old, and there was a not-so-thin iron chain wrapped around his waist.

The dress can be considered normal, but the face is pale and hideous, which is really scary.

— But it didn't scare He Heng.

Affected by the surrounding environment just now, and the appearance of this ghost was a bit scary, He Heng didn't see the real body of this ghost at the beginning, so what he imagined was scarier than the reality.

In fact, even if the person standing in front of He Heng is a fierce ghost in a red dress with a long tongue, it may not be able to scare him.

After all, with He Heng's natural yin and yang eyes, seeing ghosts is more familiar than seeing ghost symbols in English books.And although this ghost is dressed in a retro style, at least it doesn't have bloody eyeballs and a three-foot-long tongue on its face.

Not scary at all.

Besides, Qi Shu was standing right in front of those two ghosts.It was obvious that this ghost was summoned by Qi Shu.The master who summoned the ghosts was not afraid, but if he was frightened as a bystander, it would be a bit of a shame.

He Heng breathed lightly and continued to watch, seeing that Qi Shu put down the newly folded gold ingot in his hand, then took a small ceramic basin from the closet, took out a stack of paper money and incense from the side, and inserted the incense into the mouth of the small basin In the groove, the two lighted in a leisurely manner, then stood up, and nodded to the normal-looking but slightly casual-looking ghost: "It's been a hard journey."

The voice was very soft, probably because he was afraid of waking up the "sleeping" He Heng.

"Little fellow daoist, please be polite,"

The ghost messenger's voice was rough and hoarse, which made people get goosebumps just by hearing it. It was really not a good ghost choice for daily chatting.

He Heng felt very uncomfortable listening to it, and felt that the sound challenged the limit of human acceptance, but Qi Shu was probably used to hearing it, so he nodded flatly, and then attracted the ghost who came in from the ghost station and hid behind it. , softly said: "Its grievances are gone, it can be reincarnated. Please lead him to Fengdu as soon as possible after registering it."

Ghosts—especially lonely ghosts, they are always subconsciously afraid when they see ghosts or ghosts.He reluctantly saluted the ghost messenger, even though the ghost messenger tried his best to show his friendliness, he was still scared and hid.

The ghost had no choice but to temporarily give up communicating with the coward, turned his head and said to Qi Shu: "Not counting the fifteenth day, this month is already the third one - it is recorded in the merit book of the city god, Little fellow daoist will surely be able to achieve consummation."

Whether he can achieve consummation is not up to him as a ghost, and the merit book at the Town God's Temple is actually not of much use.However, it can be seen from this sentence that although the ghost's appearance is not satisfactory and his voice is not good, his temper is not bad, and he seems to have a bit of tact that violates harmony.

Of course, this smoothness may have been polished by the ingot paper money that Qi Shu had just burned.

But no matter what, it's really nice to say this.

Qi Shu didn't really care about this, but it sounded really good to his ears, and he didn't want to accept what he said in vain—the favor of a ghost is worse than a dead person—so he took out two more paper money, lit it and threw it away. After entering the exquisite little basin, he smiled slightly: "I accept your good words."

As soon as the flames rolled, the two pieces of paper money quickly turned into paper ashes just like the previous ones.

You will be able to consummate this kind of words, just like the last sentence of wishing you good health when you came to the stage, it is just a routine. There are not many celestial masters and psychics in the world, but there are few people like Qi Shu who remember to thank you with practical actions.

The ghost was very satisfied, and he also believed what they said among his colleagues, "this kid is sensible", so he chatted with Qi Shu for a while, and seeing that the ghost still didn't dare to approach him, he said: "This ghost is too timid. The one I got just now is different—it's still a female ghost, so courageous."

The ghost didn't mind that the ghost messenger scolded him in a roundabout way, "it's not as bold as a woman", but Qi Shu, who was good at chatting, showed just the right surprise at the right time, so that the ghost messenger could follow this topic with his commanding manner. The voice of despair continued to speak.

The ghost guard probably rarely had such an audience, and he spoke with great enjoyment, but he was afraid that Qi Shu would be impatient, so he shook his sleeves, and shook out the "very courageous" female ghost.

——A fierce ghost in a red dress with a long tongue.

He Heng suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air.

I don't know who swore a few minutes ago that he would not be afraid even if he saw a real ghost.

But now is obviously not the time to care about his own flag—his movement just now was enough to attract the attention of one person and three ghosts in the room.

The red-clothed ghost that had just been released looked over first, and came to He Heng in a flash.

Startled, Qi Shu pinched the copper coin in his trouser pocket and was about to throw it away, but he didn't expect that just as he raised his hand, he was stopped by a ghost guard standing aside.

The red-clothed ghost was confident, and moved closer to He Heng, almost sticking to his face—still maintaining the image of a long tongue and bleeding eyes—asked He Heng in an ethereal and penetrating voice: " Did I scare you?"

The sound of each word is deliberately protracted, which is really the true story of midnight ghost movies.

——But it may be too much reference to the plot of ghost movies. He Heng, who has watched ghost movies since he was a child, is not afraid of this uninnovative scene.

Not only was he not afraid, but out of curiosity, he asked politely: "Well, please tell me, how do you speak with your tongue out?"

The red-clothed ghost: "..."

The ghost next to him: "..."

With all due respect, this is the first time I have seen such a person whose thirst for knowledge is stronger than the desire to survive.

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The author has something to say:

He Heng: Even if I am about to die, it cannot stop my thirst for knowledge.