Renew

There was a bang on the edge of the window, scaring Xiaofu to turn her head anxiously, "Why is the wind so scary all of a sudden?"

Rong Li was still groping for the bamboo pen, his fingertips scraped across the wool of the pen tip, the wool wasn't too soft, it was even rough and rigid.

Xiaofu heard creaking noises outside the window, as if something was prying open the window lattice, walked over slowly, and said: "It's so cold, could it be that there are some bugs crawling through the window?"

"It was blown by the wind." Rong Li scratched the tip of the pen, rubbed the notch, and read out in doubt: "Hua Su?"

As soon as the words fell, the cold wind outside the window suddenly picked up, the tiles on the eaves seemed to be lifted, and then the flowers bloomed outside the house with a bang.

There were obviously earth dragons growing under the house, but it was extremely cold here, the wind seemed to come in through the cracks in the window and door, and poured directly into Rongli's arms.

Rong Li trembled, and hastily grabbed the brocade quilt in his arms, thinking that Xiao Fu had opened the window, but when he turned his head to look, the window was tightly closed.

"Girl, why is it suddenly cold? Could it be that the earth dragon has gone out, if I don't ask someone to take a look?" Xiao Fu pouted.

Rong Li felt that this matter was a bit strange, the chill would not come when, but it happened after she read the inscription on the bamboo pen.

Xiao Fu was walking towards the door, and after thinking about the haunting, she couldn't help but pause, "I'll ask Kong Qing to take a look, I'll stay here with the girl."

Rong Li didn't respond, she only had this pen in her eyes, this pen was really extraordinary, those two words seemed to captivate her heart, she couldn't look away for a while.

She frowned slightly, her heart was beating wildly, her chest was tight, and her breathing was not very smooth.

As if wanting to prove something, Rong Li read out these two words again——

"Hua Su."

As soon as the voice fell, the wind outside the house became louder and sadder, better than a hundred ghosts crying together.

The tree in the courtyard seemed to be bent by the wind, and bent out in an arc. The shadow of the tree seemed to be waving its teeth and claws, like a ghost wandering at night.

Rong Xin tensed, and immediately felt that what the monk left her might not be a life-saving thing, but a life-threatening thing.

Xiaofu talked to herself for a while, but seeing her girl didn't answer, she thought she was tired.

The wind outside the house was very urgent, roaring over the courtyard, like the howling of wild animals, which made people feel a little creepy.

Xiao Fu heard what Rong Li was saying now, she turned her head and saw that the girl was not tired, she was clearly frowning and staring at the pen in her hand.

She was stunned for a moment, walked towards her girl, followed Rongli's eyes and lowered her head slightly, and then saw the engraved characters on the pen holder, and when she was thinking about it, the two characters were completely covered by the girl's fingertips Complete.

There was tiredness between Rong Li's brows, she didn't show panic on her face, she calmly hid the pen under the brocade quilt, so that Xiao Fu could not see the engraved words on the pen at all, and saved the girl from reading it out quickly.

"Girl, does this pen still have a name?" Xiao Fu asked in surprise.

"Xu is the original owner's name." Rong Li thought about it.

"You mean that monk?" Xiaofu didn't see the monk, and said puzzledly, "It shouldn't be, how could a monk have such a fancy name."

"The monk probably got the pen from somewhere else." Rong Li didn't say the rest of the sentence.

Mostly it was to eliminate disasters, so they used a pretense to throw this money to Rong's residence.

Xiaofu let out an "oh", and for some reason, she repeated what she said to let Kongqing go to see Dilong just now.

"No need." Rong Li's hands under the brocade quilt tightened slightly, and he bent his eyes and said: "The earth and dragons extend in all directions, if the source is extinguished, the ladies should be aware of it, the ladies can't stand the cold, I will definitely ask people to see it.”

Xiao Fu nodded, "Then... Miss, are you hungry, do you want something to eat, let Kong Qing go to the kitchen to have a look."

Where did Rong Li get his appetite, now that he has a hot potato in his hand, he is so worried that his heart is depressed, he shook his head and said: "I'm not hungry yet, I don't really want to eat it."

"But the girl hasn't eaten for a long time, what should I do if this continues." Xiaofu said worriedly.

Rong Li smiled slightly, "As long as you talk a lot, if I am hungry, I will tell you. Go and move a footstool and come back, and you can lie down and sleep here."

Xiaofu responded, moved the footstool in the corner to the window, and sat down upright.

Rong Li heaved a sigh of relief, the long night, the ghosts crawling out from under the bed were scattered, but who knows if there will be new ghosts hiding under the bed.

The oil lamp on the wooden table was not turned off, and the inch of flame on the twig was flickering slightly.

The wind outside the house was still howling fiercely, the window lattice creaked and the door kept shaking, as if something wanted to break through the wall.

Although Xiaofu was thinking about her daughter wholeheartedly, she was so tired after these two days that she fell asleep on the edge of the bed for a while.

Rongli still didn't dare to close her eyes, her hand was still firmly on the pen, she thought in her heart, if this pen were a knife, it would be interesting, maybe she could stab the ghost twice, now she What I hold in my hand is indeed a pen, and I don't know what it can be used for.

As soon as she had this thought, the pen in her hand suddenly became a little colder.

Rongli's hand was hidden under the brocade quilt, and he couldn't see what was going on, when he was about to twirl the woolen tip of the pen, his fingertips suddenly felt painful, as if he was scratched by something sharp.

She was weak and couldn't bear the pain, so she trembled immediately, her whole body froze, and when she retracted her hand, she inadvertently wiped the lettering on the penholder.

The lettering that was less than the width of her little finger unexpectedly gushed out heat, alternating cold and hot, almost knocking her hand unconscious.

Rong Li narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were filled with water, he opened his lips slightly to inhale in pain, and hastily stretched out his hands.

With the dim light of the fire, she saw the blood slowly oozing from her fingertips, as well as the blood stained on the pen holder.

The word "Hua Su" was exceptionally clean, obviously it was rubbed with blood, but there was not even a single trace of blood on it.

Rong Li was in so much pain that he put his thumb in his mouth, the pain made him feel cold all over his body.She slowly turned the pen in her hand, and stabbed tentatively towards the gauze curtain hanging beside the bedpost, and inadvertently poked a hole in the gauze curtain.

She was stunned, and even forgot the pain.

I saw the blood on the pen seemed to be flowing, slowly rushing towards the notch, the two words were immediately filled with blood, bright red, how could it be half clean?

The word "Hua Su" is crimson and treacherous, bloody and frightening.

Rong Li almost threw the pen away, her writing hand trembled slightly, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from her forehead.

Xiao Fu lay motionless by the side, as if she hadn't noticed anything.

Rong Li took out her thumb from her mouth, but the pad still hurt badly, she patted Xiao Fu's face twice with the back of her hand, "Xiao Fu."

Xiaofu didn't wake up, she seemed to be haunted.

Rong Xin was startled, quickly pinched a corner of the brocade quilt, and wiped away the lettering on the pen, trying to wipe off the bloody light, but the crimson light seemed to seep from inside, no matter how much he wiped, he couldn't wipe it off .

The lettering is shining brightly, brighter than the oil lamp on the wooden table.

Rong Li had no choice but to cover it again, and suddenly heard someone knocking on the window, knocking softly, as if he had no strength.

The stream of light engraved on the bamboo pen suddenly dimmed, and no red light leaked out from the gaps in the brocade quilt.

Rong Li suddenly lost his strength, and felt that his back was already dripping with sweat. She twisted the pad of her thumb, and the blood was still oozing out. How could this be a dream.

She touched the wool on the pen carefully again, and suddenly felt that the tip of the pen became extraordinarily soft again, which was completely different from the way it scratched her fingers just now.

There were still people knocking on the window outside the house, but no one was reflected on the edge of the window.

"Kong Qing, Bai Liu?" Rong Li called out.

No one responded outside the house, and the knock on the window became more and more urgent.

Rong Li sat on the bed, clenched the bamboo pen in his hand, raised his thin arm, and pointed the pen point to the slammed window.

Xiao Fu remained motionless.

Rongli's breath was sudden, and he felt dizzy when he became flustered, so he had to use some strength to push Xiaofu's shoulder.

However, Xiao Fu still lay down quietly, as if she had been given ecstasy soup, unable to wake up from sleep.

Rong Li simply lifted the brocade quilt, stepped on the ground with his bare feet, and walked towards the rattling wooden window holding his pen.She was weak, and she hadn't got out of bed for a long time, she couldn't help shaking when she stood up, and almost fell to the ground.

This step by step, just like walking on the edge of the cliff, if one is not careful, there will be no bones left.

She was afraid, she had to live again after a long time, if she died like this, she would be somewhat unwilling.

The closer she got, the clearer the sound of knocking on the window, it hit her heart every time, making her heartstrings tense, as if there was only one breath left to hang her.

When she walked to the window, the knocking sound somehow disappeared.

Rong Li stood there for a while, her jet-black hair draped over her shoulders, and she was dressed thinly. When the wind that came in through the window cracked her, she gasped for cold air.

She opened the window suddenly, and the hair on her shoulders suddenly rose, like flying smoke.

The light of the toad on the moon shone down, illuminating her already pale face as bright as snow, but fortunately her eyebrows were beautiful enough not to be too desolate.

The windows were closed, and there was no one outside, not even a single insect or bird.

Rong Li's hand holding the pen was sweating profusely, his heart sank slightly in his throat, and he closed the window with trembling fingertips.She turned around, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a dark shadow on the drum stool beside the table.

At that moment, her steps stopped.

There was indeed something human or ghost sitting on the drum bench. From the back, it was a woman wrapped in black silk cloth, even her hair was wrapped in it, and her face could not be seen.

The woman is turning the teacup, which contains cold tea, and the five fingers holding on to the teacup are slender and long, such a hand alone is extraordinarily beautiful.

Rong Li slowly clenched his hands by his side, knowing that the movement outside the window just now was caused by this ghost.

"Hand it over." The woman sitting at the table put down the teacup, raised her hand, and hooked her slender index finger, as if urging.

However, her voice was cold and her tone was as calm as water, as if she was not in a hurry.

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Hua Su is here