I, C, attend the funeral

The woman who came to ask for help was called Bai Dan, and Zihe always felt that this name sounded weird.

After Bai Dan introduced himself, Xiao Daotong poured her a cup of tea and left.

Zihe took a sip of tea, wanted to take a closer look at Bai Dan, to see her face, when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly beeped.

After opening it, I saw an extra message on WeChat, and the sender was 'Xiao Shiyi'.

Zihe raised his eyebrows and looked at the little monkey sitting beside him, seeing that the other party was looking at Bai Dan seriously, as if waiting for Bai Dan to speak——

It's just that the little monkey's hairy hand pressed the phone guiltily, exposing his trick of secretly sending text messages.

After tapping on the phone, Zihe lowered his head and took a quick glance, then couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

The words written in the WeChat are: [Is the tea good? 】

He raised his eyebrows at Little Eleven, and the little monkey took a quick look at it, sat up straight, suppressed the smile on his lips, and asked Bai Dan seriously:

"How long has it been since you slept?"

The voice is soft and serious.

Bai Dan seemed to be in a really bad condition. He had single eyelids and small eyes, but because of his poor condition, his eyelids drooped, making him even more listless.

The small eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to burst into blood.

The muscles on her whole face were drooping, and the dark circles under her eyes were as black as ink strokes.

The skin is dull, as if it will become a corpse at any moment.

It doesn't take any eyesight to tell that she probably hasn't slept for many days.

Hearing Eleven's words, Bai Dan took a sip of tea, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"Master Chen, I haven't closed my eyes once in three days. I'm going to die of sleepiness...but I dare not sleep..."

Her voice was a little erratic, and she couldn't grasp the rhythm well when she spoke.

Obviously, the lack of sleep made her unable to concentrate, logical thinking ability, and the level of sobriety of the brain were all seriously affected.

If this continues, even if this person does not collapse, he will become very sluggish.

"Don't worry, speak slowly." Eleven poured another cup of tea for Bai Dan himself, and nodded towards Bai Dan.

He speaks in a calm manner, which has the effect of soothing people's hearts.

Bai Dan nodded and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"I am the chief producer of a TV series. I came to Tanshan City to shoot the last few scenes. We are a costume TV series. When I first watched the scene, I chose the Fuxiu Village around Tanshan City. An old house."

Bai Dan's voice was weak, and every time she finished a sentence, she would be in a daze for a few seconds before she could continue.

It made people worry that she would suddenly not remember what she was going to say next.

"In the first week, our filming went smoothly. Seeing that we were very close to the completion of the whole drama, something happened suddenly. Just a week ago——"

Bai Dan's voice became hurried, his tone raised unconsciously, and his mood suddenly became a little unstable.

"The co-planner of our film crew suddenly started dreaming. He had the same dream for two consecutive days. At first..." Bai Dan stopped suddenly, as if recalling something that made her feel nervous.

Eleven stretched out her hand and patted Bai Dan's forearm, and she came back to her senses. After meeting Shang Eleven's gentle eyes, she took a deep breath, and then continued:

"At the beginning, he told us as an anecdote, saying...he dreamed of a man with a muffled voice, like a vicious giant, and his voice was like a bell. There was a layer of black mist around the man, and he couldn't see the specific length. what shape.

"The man in the black mist told the planner that at 10 o'clock in the morning on October 5th, the planner will die in his bed."

Bai Dan stopped abruptly when she said this, her small eyes were wide open, and she looked at Eleven helplessly, with great fear shining in her eyes.

"On October 10th, the planner with the group really died on the bed?" Zihe's brows gradually furrowed, he reached out and rubbed the wall of the teacup, and asked softly.

Bai Dan turned his head to look at Zihe, and nodded.

She nervously licked her chapped lips, her voice became hoarse:

"The forensic doctor speculated that he died at around 5 o'clock in the morning..."

"You also had this dream?" Zihe asked.

Bai Dan nodded, as if someone had suddenly strangled her throat, she choked for a long time before taking a deep breath, "At first...we all thought it might be a coincidence. But..."

Holding the teacup with both hands, she stared blankly at the edge of the teacup, and continued:

"After planning with the crew, one of the directors told me that he wanted to leave the crew early and let me settle the salary. I disagreed. After questioning, he told me that he also had a similar dream. But, this The person in the dream seemed to be an old lady with a loud voice. According to the language, he will die at 6:19 on the [-]th."

Bai Dan's lips were pale, her lower lip trembled convulsively for a while, and then the voice continued:

"At that time, the heroine was wrapping up, and I was very busy, so I asked my executive producer to persuade him to stay for two more days. We didn't have enough manpower... But on the second day, on the 6th, he really He died at 19 o'clock, suffered a cardiac arrest, and fell down straight on the spot."

"Then, I also had that dream...a woman with a sharp voice, about three meters tall, also covered in black mist, told me that I would die at 11 o'clock in the morning on the 3th."

Bai Dan raised his head abruptly, his bloodshot eyes seemed a little nervous.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed Eleven's arm, her hand was as strong as an iron hoop.

Her fingers trembled, her voice was hoarse, and she begged urgently:

"Master, please save me...I..."

Eleven stretched out his hand to pinch her wrist, and pressed one place on the inside of her wrist.

She felt a sore wrist and could no longer use her strength.

Eleven withdrew his hand before opening his mouth, Zihe asked first:

"Is the ancient house rented by your crew, except for the innermost big room, all buildings symmetrical?"

Bai Dan looked at Zihe, lost in thought, after tens of seconds, she finally understood what Zihe said, after a while of recalling, her eyes gradually widened, and she said in astonishment:

"Yes... At that time, we still thought that the ancient house was built very uniquely, and the owner might have obsessive-compulsive disorder..."

Most modern people have left rural life a long time ago, and they are completely ignorant of the customs of some older generations.

Zihe shook his head and said again:

"Is the roof of the innermost single-family house particularly high? It's almost twice as high as the roof of other houses?"

"That's right." Bai Dan asked Zihe this time, and listened carefully.

As soon as Zihe asked the question, she quickly reacted and nodded vigorously.

"There is a mountain behind the house, and there is a river not far from the main entrance, which half surrounds the old house, right?" Zihe asked again.

"Yes... that's right." Bai Dan nodded again, listening to Zihe's words, she sat up a little more straight.

At that time, she chose this ancient house because of the environment with mountains in the back and river in front, which fully met the requirements of the script.

"There are two extremely tall portraits painted on the west and east walls of the big house, right?" Zihe leaned back slightly, and although he was asking a question, his tone was extremely firm.

Leaning on the yellow rosewood chair, he raised his legs slightly, unknowingly showing the aura of a 'master'.

"There are... There are mottled painted portraits, but because they are too old, the clothes and faces of the people on the wall can no longer be seen clearly. We just painted the walls in mahogany color... Is there any problem?"

Bai Dan has already turned his body facing Eleven to face Zihe.

The tension in her heart was finally relaxed after Zihe snapped every word.

Zihe's words gave her a shot in the arm. She seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, her eyes widened, and she looked at him attentively.

"What you are renting is not an ancient house, but an ancestral hall in the village in ancient times." Zihe sighed.

In ancient times, in many villages, each villager had a surname, and all were relatives who were close or distant.

They marry wives from Lincun, and then marry the daughters in the village to Shili Baxiang.

A village worships an ancestral hall, where generations of ancestors are enshrined.

"Ancestral... Ancestral hall..." Bai Dan was stunned for a moment, that is to say...they have been filming in the place where the spirit seat is placed?

A lot of people in the crew live directly in empty rooms in the old house, that is... to live with the ghosts of their ancestors?

Thinking of this, the fine hairs on Bai Dan's back started to stand up from the tailbone.

She stretched out her hand and touched the hairy arm covered with goosebumps, leaned forward, and said to Zihe with a crying voice:

"Then what should we do? I... can I still be saved? Tomorrow will be the 11th, master..."

"You go out and wait for us first, we will go down the mountain with you to have a look later." Zihe put on a soothing expression on his face, stretched out his hand and pressed down on Bai Dan, signaling Bai Dan not to worry.

Bai Dan instantly felt that the heroic young woman in front of him exuded the aura of an outsider.

It seems to be a female fairy surrounded by white air, full of convincing power.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" Bai Dan hurriedly said, after finishing speaking, she got up and went to wait outside the courtyard.

But after taking a step out, she paused again, and turned her head in embarrassment:

"I almost forgot."

As she said that, she took out a white cloth bag that was almost as big as the lv bag from her lv bag, and she could vaguely see that there were stacks of pink tickets inside.

Putting the bills on the table, she nodded to the people sitting by the table and hurried out.

Different from the decadent and depressed person who was about to die when he came here, Bai Dan at this moment has finally recovered a lot of energy.

When she left Zihe's side, she even found out that the bag that this fairy woman who knows things like a god is actually carrying hundreds of thousands of Hermès platinum bags.

Moreover, such an expensive bag was casually thrown on the green brick floor beside her feet...

A master is a master and regards money as dung!

……

"There is probably an evil weapon hidden in the ancestral hall." Eleven said.

Zihe nodded.

Zhao Yin, who has seen through everything but has been hiding everything, also nodded - agreeing with Zihe's approval.

"You have such a stick wrapped around your waist, so don't wander around. It will be troublesome if someone sees you." Zihe stood up and said to Eleven.

"..." Listening to Zihe's words, Eleven blushed for a moment, choked up, and then hurriedly added: "Tail!"

There is such a stick around my waist... Get rid of it, you must make it clear that it is a tail, otherwise it will be misunderstood as...

When Zihe heard Eleven's supplement and looked at Eleven's expression, he was instantly embarrassed.

"You don't add it, and no one misunderstands it is something else..." Explaining something blindly...

Eleven couldn't keep up with the conversation, so he blushed and covered the tail behind his buttocks, following Zihe's words:

"Then I won't go down the mountain, please brother and... Zhao Yin, you have to work hard."

Eleven said, looking at Zhao Yin with a guilty conscience.

He was very ashamed, he was a young apprentice, sitting on Zixuan Mountain as the master of the temple, and in turn ordered his brothers and master to catch ghosts.

Zhao Yin nodded slightly towards eleven o'clock, then turned his gaze to Zihe——

Continue to pretend to be his high school boy: Brother Zixuanguan, brother, master, etc., he knows nothing about it.

"Gouzi, are you going down the mountain with us?" Zihe turned his head and asked Gouzi Ziyan, while talking, he reached out and touched the top of Gouzi's head again.

When Gouzi was called, he raised his head and smiled at Zihe, bright and clean like the sun.

Then he said: "I will be on the mountain with the temple master, if you have nothing to do, go to the mountainside to ask for peaches."

Zihe knew that Gouzi wanted to guard the towering peach tree on Zixuan Mountain.

He nodded, rubbed his hands on Gouzi's shoulders, and then softly told the little monkey:

"Take care of Ziyan, Rong Hao's side, evil spirits and the like, contact me as soon as you have any news."

"Okay." Nodding at eleven o'clock, but muttering in my heart: I am the junior brother, Ziyan is obviously the senior brother, and wants me to take care of the senior brother...

Turning his face away, he saw Gouzi holding the urn and not letting go, he sighed: "Okay, I will take care of Senior Brother Ten."

Zihe took a last sip of tea, got up and went out, "There is no need to send it away."

Zhao Yin also got up, and before leaving, he reached out and pressed Gouzi's shoulder.

Immediately, he took a big step and walked beside Zihe.

Tall and heavy, like Zihe's most solid protection tower.

……

……

Waiting for Zihe and Zhao Yin to leave the yard and walk away.

Little Eleven said, "Have you recovered your previous life memories?"

Xiao Ten: "Yes."

Xiao Shishi: "Well, don't tell Senior Brother Jiu, or he will feel guilty and uncomfortable once he sees you."

Xiao Ten: "Yes."

Just pretend that you don't remember anything about the last life.

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【small theater】

After Zihe and his party went down the mountain, Chen Ju sent people to surround the towering peach tree.

Although the peach tree is dead, it still stands there, majestic and towering, as if it used to be, watching at the foot of the mountain day and night.

Xiao Shi would often go down the mountain and sit by the tree in a daze, like a silly child.

But the nearby fruit growers all said that this silly boy has a very warm smile.

【Small Theater 2】

"Are all buildings symmetrical?" Zihe asked.

"At that time, we thought that the ancient house was built in a unique way, and the owner might have obsessive-compulsive disorder..." Bai Dan said.

"Ghost's obsessive-compulsive disorder... that tm is an ancestral hall!" Zihe yelled.