I am in the crematorium, Wen Dang A Piao

Xin Jianran stared at her and replied, "I have no way to comment."

Zhao Xia was stunned, "Why?"

Xin Jianran closed the folder, "You didn't put your heart into this painting."

At that moment, Xin Jianran almost felt that he saw a wax figure. The girl's face was indescribably stiff, but soon she smiled, and the smile was also stiff, and she said softly, "That's it."

Xin Zhuo had already set up a formation, and he handed Zhao Xia a talisman, "Hold this, we will come if there is a ghost."

Zhao Xia caught it, and Shi Huaixi said to Xin Jianran, "Tell her we're leaving now, and see how she reacts."

Xin Jianran did as he did, Zhao Xia nodded in a trance when he heard the words, "Okay, I'm sorry to bother you, and...can you give me a way to contact you? In case of this," she pointed to Xin Zhuo and finished. The talisman array, "What should I do if it's useless?"

Hearing this, Xin Zhuo folded another talisman for her, "I'll come over if it burns," he looked at Zhao Xia's expression, and said, "I'm really going to see a ghost, your phone won't be able to contact anyone. "

The tone of his speech was hard and cold, Zhao Xia couldn't help but backed away, she took the talisman silently, and sent them out of the door.

Then she stood at the door, her complexion turned gray little by little.

She reached out and locked the door behind her.

One after another.

Xin Zhuo found a hotel nearby, and after opening two single rooms, the three of them gathered together. The little puppet came out of the cabin and sat on Xin Zhuo's shoulders and stretched, "Now we've all decided She has a problem," he asked Xin Jianran, "have you never seen her?"

Xin Jianran never liked to interact with strangers. He did meet a lot of people when he was forced to go out in the early years, but he didn't leave an impression on most of them. "In my impression, I really don't know her. .”

The little puppet tried its best to make a gesture of pushing its chin, "Then what is her motive? We don't have much time to test her... If only we could know what she is doing..."

As he talked, he looked at Xin Zhuo together with Xin Jianran, who nodded, "Wait tonight."

The little puppet slid down the slide from Xin Zhuo's arm to his palm, "Then let's hurry up and have a rest now, I feel busy at night."

At ten o'clock in the evening, Xin Zhuo took out the incense, and as soon as he lit it, there was a cloudy wind on the ground, and two familiar ghosts appeared.

Shi Huaixi greeted them, "You guys came here very quickly this time."

The talkative Yin Er was as enthusiastic as ever, "Isn't it a coincidence that we are patrolling this area, what can we do for you?"

Shi Huaixi told them about this matter, "Did you patrol the area, didn't you notice the ghost staying in her house?"

"Hey, hey, we are professional patrols, and our noses are sharper than dogs. Unless this ghost is a ghost of the ghost king level, it is impossible to avoid us."

Shi Huaixi's heart sank when he heard this sentence, if Cheng Ting really caused the disturbance, could this ghost be the one who killed Hao Jiuzi in the plot of the original book?

He thought for a while and asked, "If you really find out that it's a ghost, is there anyone around here who can call for help?"

Yin Zai's expression was also congealed, he thought for a while, and then took out a round object with a button from his pocket, "Here, this is for you, if it's really a ghost, press this button, it's the closest to here One of the fighting squads will come over."

This thing is very important at first glance, "You guys still..."

The seldom-spoken Yin Cha pointed to himself, "I have it too."

Only then did Shi Huaixi take it, "Are you one for each of you?"

"No," the talkative Yin Er proudly puffed out his chest, "We took it secretly!"

how to say?It's a pity.

Shi Huaixi hugged this thing similar to a siren, and sighed, "You guys are pretty advanced."

"It's developed by the emerging department. It is said that it is in line with the development of the times, and the weapons have to be upgraded."

"That's pretty good. By the way, we want a female ghost to help us go in and check the situation. Can you help us find it?"

"This is easy to handle. I happen to know someone. Wait a minute."

As he said that, he took out the ghost world's special mobile phone and made a call, "Hey, Sister Rong Rong, um, we've had dinner, I have something I want Mian Mian to help with, is she free? Hey, okay," he put the phone on the ground and reminded, "It's done!"

Then Shi Huaixi and the others saw a ghost drilled out of the phone's communication hole.

A little female ghost in cool clothes, she floated out and scanned for a week, then fixed her gaze on Shi Huaixi, Shi Huaixi raised her hand, "Hi Mianmian."

Mianmian "Wow", "Are you a monster?"

Shi Huaixi floated out of the puppet's body, knelt down and said to her: "No, I'm the same as you." He told Mianmian what he had to do, "Can you please do me this favor? "

Whether it's the chubby little puppet or this good-looking brother, Mianmian is very fond of it, so she nodded readily, "Of course, just wait for my good news!"

The messenger held Mianmian and said, "Then let's take her there, you can wait for the news here."

Upon hearing this, Shi Huaixi exchanged glances with the other two, "No, let's go together, we'll wait outside the door."

In this way, if something happens, they will be aware of it in time.

Before setting off, Xin Zhuo also drew a talisman for Mianmian to protect herself, and then the souls of Xin Jianran and Xin Jianran separated, and the five floated to the door of Zhao Xia's house together.

Shi Huaixi told Mianmian, "Remember, if anything goes wrong, call us immediately."

Mian Mian nodded heavily, "I know!"

As she spoke, she floated into the door, and the room was completely dark, even the outside light was not tightly blocked by curtains, and the whole room felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

Floating cautiously, she saw the faint light shining through the crack of the bedroom door, and carefully walked in through the door holding the talisman.

In the bedroom, only a lamp was lit on the desk.

The light from the lamp was pale.

Mianmian saw a thin sister standing upright in front of the desk, motionless like a zombie.

She looked and saw that the elder sister raised her hand and started to slap herself in the face with no expression on her face.

After Zhao Xia slapped herself several times in a row, the depression accumulated in her heart dissipated a lot. I don't know when, when she was under too much pressure, she would use this method to relieve pressure.

Maybe she is really a masochist, she finally stopped being beaten, but she started beating herself.

She took a few deep breaths, drank half a glass of wine, her stomach seemed to be on fire, and she silently turned on the computer and the tablet with the burning feeling.

When she was about to take out Zhuqing's portfolio as usual, she paused, thinking about his evaluation.

Didn't draw with your heart?

It took her a month to constantly revise, and she drew such a picture until she was about to vomit, the one she was most satisfied with, did she not put her heart into it?

In other words, even someone with a little care would not be able to draw such a bad painting.

She slapped herself again.

The sharp teeth hit the lips, and the rusty smell spread between the lips and teeth.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Alcohol and pain make her feel loose.

She decided not to imitate and refer to Zhuqing's album this time.

She wants to paint by herself.

But when I pick up the pen, my mind is empty.

She didn't know what she wanted to draw. She clenched her knuckles and thought for a few minutes before she managed to come up with an outline.

She started to paint, and every stroke she drew was full of stagnation and hesitation.

The tip of the pencil is blunt and sharp.

There was overwhelming pain in the wrist and fingers.

She frowned, biting a line of blood on her lower lip, and kept moving her hands.

Time passed with bated breath.

In the end, she looked at the finished product, she looked at the rigid and rigid lines; she looked at the black hole-like eyes without any emotion; she looked at the monster she imagined, it was so ugly and disgusting.

"Trash..." She finally opened her mouth to speak, slapped herself heavily, and said one by one, "Trash... trash trash!"

With a swollen heat on her face, she took a few deep breaths and opened Zhuqing's picture album.

She looked at each of his paintings, each of which was extremely charming.

Even if the paintings are all hideous and distorted monsters, when everyone sees these paintings, the first thing they feel must be "beauty".

Ferocious beauty, weird beauty, even ugliness is beautiful.

She originally thought that Zhuqing was only good at this style of painting, but his latest album shattered her self-comforting idea.

In this album, his paintings have naturally transitioned from gloomy and depressing beauty to human fireworks.

The firework of monsters.

He painted beautiful totems on the monsters, made them little lights made of stars, and built a home for them on the peak of a certain mountain.

He gives each monster a unique sense of story.

She suffered from insomnia all night after reading the album.

This kind of talent, this kind of talent that is difficult to match, makes her feel ashamed and makes her more unwilling than ever.

Why is it so unfair?

Why is there such a thing as talent in the world?

If he loses this talent, they can stand on the same starting line, right?

She still thinks so now.

She closed the album, raised her hand and poured the remaining half glass of wine into her stomach, then lowered the light of the desk lamp and lay down on the bed.

The light was still pale.

Pale and dim.

Mian Mian waited quietly, and only after hearing that the elder sister had finally fallen asleep did she carefully search for it in the house.

The big album wrapped in red cloth... where is it...

She searched carefully, and found something in the closet where the quilt was placed, then pasted a talisman on it, and went out quietly with it.

After seeing Mianmian coming out, Shi Huaixi and the others asked if they found any other ghosts, took what Mianmian found, and left immediately.

They returned to the hotel, listened to Mianmian's careful description of what they had just seen in the room, and frowned silently after listening.

Shi Huaixi was the first to recover. He knelt down and handed the candy to Mianmian that Tuo Xinzhuo had bought, "Thank you Mianmian for helping us so much. You have worked hard tonight."

Mianmian took the candy with a happy smile, "You're welcome, you can come to me next time you have something like this!"

"Then let's take Mianmian back now." Yin said.

Shi Huaixi greeted them with a few words and sent them away.

He looked at the tightly wrapped album, "There is really this thing..."

As soon as he got closer, Xin Zhuo pulled him back, and said in a solemn tone, "Don't come close."

Shi Huaixi retreated to his side when he heard the words, "Is it really a ghost?"

He didn't notice any Yin Qi, but Xin Zhuo was sure, "Yes, this thing is quite a transfer. It can transfer people to that ghost."

"Then we'd better know where this ghost comes from."

Xin Zhuo stared at the ball of red cloth coldly, "I know who he is, but now I am more concerned about why he appeared here than Fengdu."

Xin Jianran thought about what Mianmian said, and said softly: "No accident, Zhao Xia will look for us tomorrow, we will ask her then."

At noon the next day, a talisman on Xin Zhuo's body started to feel hot - it was Zhao Xia who contacted them.

When they came to Zhao Xia's house this time, her expression was much more flustered than yesterday, "The album...the album still can't be found..."

Xin Jianran calmly took out the album, "It's okay, we've found it."

At that moment, Zhao Xia's face was pale, and the roar in her ears was louder than her heartbeat. Her heart seemed to be drowning, struggling to fall deeper and deeper.

She finally got such an opportunity, she should have felt happy, but when she saw Xin Jianran's hand on the red cloth and was about to lift it off, she felt as if something had hammered her hard, and she almost jumped Going to hold him down, the voice trembled, "Don't open it! There are ghosts inside..."

After a long while, Zhao Xia calmed down. She sat on the sofa, took the warm water from Xin Jianran, lowered her head, and said nothing.

Xin Jianran asked, "Why did you do this?"

It took him a while to see her raise her head, that face was soaked with tears at some point, and those eyes that were originally empty were now full of self-mockery and sadness.

She said in a tone as if she was finally relieved: "Because... I'm jealous of you."

The author says:

A fat chapter!

I'm going to eat and take a nap now, and then start writing the second update.

Good afternoon everyone, and happy reading!