Renew

What are you handing me, this pen?

Rong Li didn't get close, and whoever had an extra person in the room who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost would not be able to laugh.

"Who gave you this money?" The woman with her back turned to her asked in a low voice, her calm appearance seemed to be the master of the house here.

"You...you can find it, but how can you not know who gave it to me?" Rong Li asked without answering.

The woman sat upright and did not look back at her, as if she had eyes on the back of her head, and she was a little weird when she thought about it.She lowered her hand and tapped on the table, "Aren't you going to ask who I am?"

ghost.

Tolerance off the road.

"You're not afraid." The woman said indifferently.She tilted her head slightly, revealing a small half of her plain face, her eyelids were half-opened, and the light in her eyes was dim.

Just half of his face was covered by the silk cloth, and he couldn't tell whether it was beautiful or ugly.

Afraid, how can I not be afraid.

Rongli managed to return to his first life, this life is still half buried in the ground, much worse than the previous life, at least the previous life was only weak, but not a ghost.

At first, she was supposed to be killed by Meng Xian, or she died early due to illness, but now there are many ways to die for no reason, all of which are haunted by resentment, and it should be an unlucky death.

Perhaps this is the evil result of going against the sky. The sky wants her to live again, so naturally she can't let her have a good time.

The woman waited for a while but did not get a response, and she was not annoyed, she said calmly: "Your life is thin, and your time is short. You allow me three things, and I will continue your life."

It sounds amazing, but it can actually renew people's lives?

Rong Li didn't believe it, she was a little tired from standing, and seeing the woman sitting still, her fear and fear was inexplicably less.She clenched the pen in her hand and walked towards the bedpost. When her shoulders touched the bedpost, she opened her mouth and panted wearily.

She was throbbing in her heart, but she shook her head and said, "I'm going to die after all, can it last forever?"

"Ordinary people often expect to live a year or two longer before dying, so that some thoughts can be fulfilled." The woman's tone was light.

"You really are not human." Rong Li said.

"How can I be human." The woman neither smiled nor angry, tapped her index finger, and the wooden table made a soft sound.

Xiao Fu, who was lying on the edge of the bed, still didn't wake up, and fell into a deep sleep, motionless.

Rong Li didn't hope that the girl would wake up, and waking up wouldn't help.

"You want this pen, why don't you come and get it yourself." Rong Li leaned against the bedpost, gasped weakly while covering his heart, his eyes were not soft, but as sharp as a knife, "I am weak, and it is very difficult to walk over." It's strenuous."

As soon as the words fell, the woman really stood up, and the black silk cloth on her body dragged on the ground, completely covering her ankles and shoes.

The silk cloth that wraps her body is as black as ink, and the woman is very tall, at first glance she looks like a life-threatening impermanence.

Rongli's breath was slightly stagnant, and the hand holding the pen was sweating again. She thought to herself, if not, just hand over this insignificant bamboo pen and forget it.

But if this ghost is serious and ruthless, how can it be good to let it go after getting the bamboo pen, and not get rid of her?

Rong Li raised his hand, the pen was horizontally in his palm, the barrel of the pen was as black as ink, but the palm was as white as snow.

The woman turned around, with her back to the light, only half of her face was exposed, but unfortunately the night was too dark, and the oil lamp was too dim, so she couldn't see her appearance clearly.

According to the words in the market, ghosts should be invisible, but this woman seems to be more afraid of light than the previous hanged ghost and the ghost that came out of the bed. Such a ghost keeps saying that it can save her life, which is really ridiculous .

"Come and get it." Rong Li said weakly, already thinking in his heart where to throw this money away.

Just as the woman took a step, she suddenly paused.

Rong Li had already planned to take out the triangular talisman from the red sandalwood dressing box. The talisman was begged for by the second wife when she was still alive. It was said that it could ward off evil spirits, but she never wore it close to her body.

Before the female ghost wrapped in black silk approached, there was a gust of wind outside the house, and the sound of the wind was more like howling ghosts and wolves.

Suddenly, a long and thin shadow was reflected on the pasted paper of the window lattice. The shadow raised its hand and put its finger on the paper...

The paper tore, and a white finger poked in.

Rong Li's whole body froze. How could there be so many ghosts in this big night? The female ghost wrapped in black cloth hadn't finished dealing with it yet, yet another one appeared. Is she too dark here or something? Such a trick.

Or, did the ghost outside the house also come for this pen?

Rong Li immediately wanted to throw this money out of the window, and whoever loves it will take it, she really can't afford it.

The female ghost who had already stood up took a step back and slowly sat back on the drum stool, and said in a cool voice: "The pen is naturally used for drawing and writing, not like you just did. Wipe it on your hands."

Rong Li was stunned for a moment, when she scratched her hand, the pen was hidden under the brocade quilt, this ghost could know.

"If you want to survive, then listen to me." The woman was not in a hurry.

"How do I know you're not fooling me." Rong Li gathered his fingers together and tightened his grip on the bamboo pen.

"You try it." The woman raised her hand, raised her slender fingers slightly, and a wisp of black smoke appeared out of thin air.

The black smoke engulfed a chilly air, and suddenly poured into Rongli's eyebrows.Rong Li was still dizzy at first, but at that moment his brain became clear from the cold.The fatigue all over his body was also swept away, as if he could stand firmly without touching the bedpost.

She stood up straight, looked at the ghost in surprise, and couldn't help but raised her hand to cover the space between her brows, not knowing what was pouring into her head.

"You..." Rong Li frowned, a faint blush appeared on his pale face.

"Writing." The ghost said in a low voice.

Outside the house, the ghost that had pierced the window paper withdrew its hand, turned around slightly, and aimed one eye at the finger-wide hole in the window paper.

A dark eye approached, the light in the eyes was a little dull, and the eyes turned around in a daze.

"Mortal?" The ghost outside the house suddenly spoke, the voice was indistinguishable, sharp and slightly thick.

Rong Li took half a step back, she bent down and pulled up the messy brocade quilt on the bed, covering Xiao Fu's head.She was already thin and weak, but with this effort, the muscles and bones on the back of her hand and the inside of her wrist were clearly defined, and her five fingers trembled slightly.

The window lattice was suddenly shattered, with a bang, sawdust splashed like flying snow.

The movement was so loud, Xiaofu still didn't wake up, and Kong Qing and Bai Liu, who were supposed to be guarding outside the house, didn't move at all, so they were really stunned.

The cold wind whimpered into the house, and the warmth from the ground dragon was instantly drowned out, and the oil lamp was suddenly extinguished.

Only the lantern outside the house was still flickering, and the fire light flickered from time to time.

Sawdust and shredded paper fell to the ground one after another, and the ghost outside the house showed its face. Although the lights outside the house were dim, the blood was clearly visible.

Rong Li almost didn't catch his breath, he took a second look and was surprised to find that the ghost was skinned all over, it was completely bald, not even a single hair, it was as red as a fireball.

It pressed its hand on the window sill, and a huge bloodstain fell under its palm.

Rong Li's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, thinking that the monk who came during the day really didn't feel at ease.

The ghost outside the house seemed to have no bones, its whole body was soft, and it crawled in like a snake, half of its body was pressed on her dressing table, knocking down the bronze mirror.

The powder and jewelry boxes were stained with blood, and the red sandalwood dressing box containing the talismans was knocked to the ground, causing the gold pieces embedded in the corner of the box to splash out.

"What is this?" Rong Li had bumped into a ghost before, but he had never seen anything like this before.

Even the hanged ghost has a complete human face, but the neck is constantly broken, unlike the ghost in front of him, even the skin has been peeled off, the nasal bone seems to be smoothed, and a bloody face is flat Completely, not even the slightest ups and downs.

"The skinning ghost." The woman sitting on the drum stool spoke in a flat tone, as if she was untouched by the common world, and she didn't know what to like or hate. "It has human skin. When it sees someone who looks good, it will peel off that person's skin and wrap it around itself."

As soon as the words were finished, the skinned ghost lying on the dressing table made his hands and feet, and entered the room backwards, with two slender red legs towering high.

"It also wants this pen?" Rong Li didn't dare to lower his head, his temples were dripping with sweat, and his black hair was clinging to the side of his face.

"It shouldn't want to, but it was forced to come." The woman pondered for a moment.

Throw it away, Rong Xin said.

The woman turned her head to the side, although she couldn't see her face clearly, but her cold eyes touched Rongli's back neck like the tip of a knife.She seemed to be able to see through people's thoughts, and said: "I advise you not to throw it away."

"If you really have the ability, why don't you drive this ghost away." Rong Li almost couldn't stand still, and his heart was blocked.

The woman snorted coldly, not sarcastically, as if she heard some joke.She said softly, "What this ghost wants is not my life, but yours."

While talking, the flayed ghost bowed down, his body really seemed to be boneless, his two tall legs fell straight to the ground, and he started walking with his feet instead.

One step at a time, one blood mark, and he was only ten feet away from walking in front of Rong Li.It swayed step by step, even slower than Rongli, who was delicate and frail.

Rongli's breath was sudden, and when he lifted the hand holding the pen, the wool on the pen tip also shook non-stop.

"Draw, draw a piece of human skin for it." The woman on the drum bench suddenly said.

The heart is like a fire, no paper and no ink, how to draw?

"Painting out of thin air, why do you need paper and ink." The woman said again.

Rong Li hastily swiped the pen, the tip of the pen suddenly turned red, as if there was blood oozing out, the pen barrel was as cool as ice formed in winter.

With just such a wave, a bloodstain was formed in the air, and the pen and ink flowed smoothly.

Rong Li held his beating heart, held the bamboo brush with one hand, and really drew a human figure, but he couldn't draw it carefully, and drew the eyebrows, nose, nose and ears very roughly.

When the flayed ghost was about to walk in front of her, she abruptly put away her pen, closed her eyes tightly and turned her head to one side, gasping for breath.

There was a sudden pause in the sound of footsteps, and the blood light suddenly disappeared in midair, as if something was hanging down lightly.

Rongli turned her head slightly, and saw a piece of human skin hanging limply in the air, and was caught by the skinning ghost. She watched helplessly as the ghost put the human skin she had drawn on her body.

She draws rough, and the skinned ghost in human skin is also rough, with crooked nose and crooked eyes, which is quite ridiculous when you look closely.

"You gave it the human skin, and it will listen to you in the future." The woman sitting on the drum stool slowly tore off the black silk cloth wrapped around her hair, revealing half of her covered face immediately.

The author has something to say:

= 3 =