Little Mr. is one hundred years old

In that illusion, Qing Huan saw exactly the boy's face, which was exactly the same as Xiao Wen's.She looks the same as Xiao Wen... Qing Huan doesn't think it's a coincidence...

Qing Huan looked at the white bones on the table, and sighed softly: "It would be great if you could talk." She shifted her gaze to the jade flute, stared at it for a while, then picked it up, Thoughts.

"Musical instruments absorb spirits, jade can gather souls...can you speak?..."

At this moment, the door was pushed open, Lou Zhao came in with a tray, before he could speak, Qing Huan said: "Lou Zhao, can you give me a bowl of white rice?"

Lou Zhao was stunned, and nodded: "But you have to wait, eat these pads first, I will let the kitchen do it."

"I want cold rice, it's not for food, it's useful." Qing Huan continued: "Also, do you have any offerings at your house, such as gods and Buddhas to cover the sun?"

Lou Zhao smiled: "Does the Lucky Cat count?"

Qing Huan frowned: "I'm not in the mood to joke with you, just be serious."

"Okay, no, I don't believe in those things." Even if Lou Zhao knew that the ghosts and gods were true, he didn't plan to worship them—the Guan Gong God of Wealth in the company and stores is another matter.

"Believe it or not, be respectful to the gods and Buddhas." Qing Huan reminded him.

Lou Zhao didn't care: "Anyway, I don't know how to deal with them."

"You think it's okay if you don't deal with it, be careful that you will suffer in the future."

Lou Zhao smiled, and didn't take it to heart at all—at this moment, he never expected that one day in the future, he would be really incapacitated.

"Oh, and, do you have red chopsticks at home?" Qing Huan asked again.

"Red chopsticks?"

"It's the kind of wooden chopsticks painted with red lacquer... don't they have it?"

"Red lacquered wooden chopsticks... I remember a pair of mahogany chopsticks, is that okay?"

"Then... of course it's the best." Who has mahogany chopsticks...

"You want white rice and red chopsticks, what do you want?"

"The reason for asking for white rice and red chopsticks is to stop the mouths of irrelevant little ghosts passing by, but I can't make offerings to gods and Buddhas because I'm afraid I won't be able to attract spirits if they're around," Qing Huan explained.

"You want to attract spirits?... Does that mean to summon ghosts?"

"Almost." Qing Huan nodded.

"But I remember that in film and television dramas, when recruiting ghosts, you have to do rituals, at least set up an incense table or something. You can recruit them so easily?" Lou Zhao expressed doubts.

"I don't need such a big battle, besides, most of the exaggerated elements in movies and TV dramas..." Qing Huan said, "It's just that you have to avoid it later."

"Why? Can't I see?"

"You..." Qing Huan glanced at Lou Zhao up and down: "Your body is too full of yang, so don't join in the fun, I don't want to be busy in vain."

"……All right."

With the help of Lou Zhao, everything was ready.

After Lou Zhao went out, Qing Huan closed all the curtains, leaving only one of the darkest lights in the room.Then put the bowl of white rice in the corner, and stick the red chopsticks straight in the middle of the rice—in fact, with the condition of Lou Zhao’s family, there are better things on the table, but those passers-by can’t be "petted" Yes, if the things given to them are too good, if they are too greedy, they may not want to leave, or they still want to come back to take care of them-that will be troublesome.

After finishing, Qing Huan came back to get down to business.The jade flute seemed to have a different moist radiance under the dim light. Qing Huan picked up the fruit knife on the side of Lou Zhao, and lightly cut a cut on her fingertips, and the bright red blood immediately gushed out. After coming out, Qing Huan immediately picked up the jade flute and smeared blood on the jade flute...

"It must be useful...his blood..." Qing Huan muttered in his mouth, and he didn't relax until he saw the blood on Yu Yu's body absorbed by Yu Yu's face-"Possessed on the jade flute Spiritual beings inside, please accept my call and come out..."

Qing Huan waited for a while until the fresh blood was absorbed, only to see a white shadow float out of the jade flute, and then take shape in front of Qing Huan... His figure is not clear, and his face is also half transparent, yet...

"It's you..." Qing Huan never thought that the spirit attached to the jade flute was that boy.

He also looked at Qing Huan, and after looking at it for a while, he said, "You are not... who are you?"

"If you're talking about the painting of my body, I'm just borrowing it temporarily." Seeing his confused look, Qing Huan continued to explain: "Because the owner of the body committed suicide, I borrowed his body... You Fang Xin, I have already kept his soul in a safe place."

"Suicide..." He paused: "You... how old is your current body?"

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He showed an expression of "so that's the case": "Yes, yes, the life span is indeed at the end."

Hearing what he said, Qing Huan wondered, "Why do you know that his lifespan is only up?"

"Because, I will never exceed it in every life."

"So your last life also ended?" Qing Huan was even more surprised: "Why did this happen?"

"This is my punishment and my curse."

Qing Huan frowned: "Then this curse is too terrible. Why on earth did you become like this?"

"Because I made a big mistake and violated the will of God, and I deserve it," he replied.

"Who... are you? According to what you said, you should have been reincarnated. It is my current body. Why do you still stay in the jade flute?"

"In the jade flute is the only ray of pure soul that I have the earliest memory. In my last life, I left this ray of pure soul to suppress the wronged souls at the bottom of the lake, and the rest of the souls are reborn as adults, which is your pair. Body."

"I didn't expect it to be so complicated." Qing Huan continued to ask: "Can you tell me what happened in your last life?"

He nodded slightly, and began to narrate: "My last life... At that time, the world was chaotic. Both my parents died when I was young, and I wandered around. When I was 17 years old, I followed a troupe around the rivers and lakes, and that night we drove through a wasteland. The ghosts chased us, and many people in the troupe died. I thought I would die too, but at the critical moment, a person saved me. That person was very powerful, and easily subdued those ghosts Yes...he saved me and gave me something..."

Seeing his gaze on the jade flute in her hand, Qing Huan lifted it up: "This is it?"

He nodded: "He told me that this jade flute can hypnotize those evil spirits and make them obedient... When he left, he also solemnly told me not to go southeast... Of course I agreed at that time , but I can't think of what happened later..."

"What happened next?"

"Because a lot of people died in the theater troupe, the rest of us went our separate ways. I wanted to find a place to settle down at random... Who knew that by accident, I even got on the wrong boat and went to Opposite Direction……"

"Is that the 'southeast direction'?"

"Yes, I didn't realize it at the time. Later, when I went to Guiyao Village, the villagers in Guiyao Village were very simple, and the village head welcomed me to live in Guiyao Village. At that time, I felt that I had found my home. , lived for more than a year, until one day, I accidentally saw a map used by the teacher and professor in the village, and found out that Guiyao Village was in the 'southeast direction'! I immediately remembered a year ago I want to leave Guiyao Village." Having said that, he sighed a long time: "But, it's too late. The nightmare comes at this moment."