Metaphysics save the entertainment industry

After leaving the hill, the thick Yin Qi around gradually weakened, until after taking a certain step, the strange Yin Qi suddenly dissipated, as if everything he perceived before was an illusion.

But they all knew that everything before that could not be fake.

Lu Xuan turned his head and looked at the still dark land behind him.

The weird yin energy that was perceived before came from there. Obviously, the person who created all this didn't want people to know the strangeness here.

Not only Lu Xuan, Su Shi also felt the difference, but he didn't show much emotion on his face, he just smiled and said, "It's a bit capable."

"En." Lu Xuan responded, nodded, and looked a little ugly.

Su Shi laughed: "Why, can't bear to be here?"

"Yeah, I thought that I would feel better when I came back, but I didn't expect my mood to be much worse." Lu Xuan said, very dissatisfied with the guy who made this land like this.

"I think so," Su Shi agreed, "If you really catch him, you have to give him a good beating."

Lu Xuan looked at him.

Su Shi felt that it was not enough, and said: "Let his soul fly away!"

"Ashes and ashes!"

"Picking skin cramps!"

Lu Xuan: ...

Su Shi looked at him again: "Isn't that enough? How about putting people in 100 layers of hell, and each layer will be locked up for [-] years, and the cycle will be repeated after the prison is full?"

Hearing this, Lu Xuan finally couldn't help but said: "Thank you sir, I'm fine. Actually, I don't remember much about my childhood. Now that I think about it, there were times of pain. As for this, although it is like this now, But I believe that one day it will come back to life."

It was Lu Xuan's own idea to come back here to see. Originally, it was only him and Yan Ruyu who came, but Su Shi followed up quietly at the last moment. Naturally, it couldn't be as simple as just to join in the fun.

Strictly speaking, he and Su Shi did not get along for a long time.

In terms of personality, Su Shi has a carefree temper. Although his real age is thousands of years old, they are more like friends when they get along, rather than elders and juniors.

But even so, this time when Su Shi followed, Lu Xuan knew very well that his main purpose was for their safety.

"You can think about it." Su Shi didn't say much, just said with a smile.

Lu Xuan looked at him, and also smiled: "Isn't Mister famous for being open-minded? I also learn from Mister."

Lu Xuan's original intention of saying these words was to praise Su Shi, but unexpectedly, Su Shi completely ignored the superficial meaning of the words, glanced at him, and reprimanded: "Nonsense, obviously he is famous for his personal charm!"

Lu Xuan: ...? ? ?

He suddenly turned his head away from looking at Su Shi, and pulled Yan Ruyu's sleeve: "Let's go, let's go, if you don't go, it will be too late. I heard that you will encounter ghosts when you walk at night. It's really scary!"

After speaking, he dragged Yan Ruyu away.

Su Shi didn't speak for a while, perhaps because he didn't know what to say.

It's just that the child who had been lying on Lu Xuan's shoulder raised his head and asked doubtfully, "Is brother afraid of ghosts?"

"That's not true," Lu Xuan replied confidently, "Ghosts are so scary, they are too scary. Every time I see ghosts, I feel frightened. It's better not to see them."

The doubt on the child's face deepened, but he nodded seriously: "Brother, I'm also afraid of ghosts."

Now it was Lu Xuan's turn to be surprised, and asked, "Ah, are you also afraid of ghosts?"

"Well," the child nodded solemnly again: "Ghosts are really scary, very scary, very, very, very scary."

Probably to emphasize his own meaning, the child said "special" three times in a row, with a serious look on his face, as if to prove that what he said was true.

Lu Xuan was very righteous when he was afraid of ghosts before, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with saying that.

He just heard the child's words, but he couldn't help laughing, and asked again: "Are you really afraid of ghosts?"

"En!" The child nodded again, and this sound was made with great force, trying to express his true inner meaning in this way.

Lu Xuan still laughed, did not expose his words, and continued to chat with him, and the main topic of their chat was "fear of ghosts".

So along the way, I heard the almost repeated conversation between the two back and forth.

"Afraid of ghosts", "Why are you afraid of ghosts", "Are you really afraid of ghosts", "Ghosts are so scary"...

It was obviously a naive conversation, but it went on for a long time, and I don't know where the interest came from.

Until a group of people approached Tangyuan Town.

"Little devil!" Lu Xuan finally couldn't help saying.

The child suddenly raised his head: "Huh?"

Seeing the child's bewildered look, Lu Xuan smiled deeper: "Do you still remember that you are a ghost?"

Hearing this, the child remembered something, and suddenly widened his eyes: "Huh?"

Lu Xuan chuckled: "With your brain, you really can't hide too many things."

The child suddenly covered his face, then quietly opened his fingers covering his eyes, and narrowed his eyes to look at Lu Xuan.

It's just that the child's self-conceited concealment actually failed to achieve the effect at all.

Lu Xuan looked at the big eyes leaking from the child's fingers, and still smiled.

The child suddenly closed his eyes again, and said in a low voice, "I'm a ghost, I forgot."

When speaking, the child was in a low mood again. Obviously he could not accept the identity of "ghost", but at this age he didn't know much about death, and he didn't have much sense of loss about his ghost state.

So after a little loss, his mood returned to normal.

Seeing the cute appearance of the child, Lu Xuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The child said that his death was caused by a fall from the mountain, but he didn't know whether it was true or not.

It's just that at this moment, he hoped that what the child said was true.

When we arrived at Tangyuan Town, Lu Xuan patted the child on the head: "Do you still remember where your home is? I'll take you to see it."

The child looked at him suddenly: "Can I go home?"

"Yes," Lu Xuan nodded, and said again, "But now you are dead. Although you died not long ago, someone must have killed your body, so your family must be holding a funeral right now."

Speaking of this, he paused, looked at the child and asked, "Do you know what a funeral is?"

The child thought about it for a long time before answering: "Is it the kind that hangs a lot of white cloth, black cloth, and a lot of delicious things?"

"A lot of delicious food" will become one of the children's impressions of funerals?

Lu Xuan laughed, and felt that it was not surprising that the child had such an impression in his heart. After all, he was still young and did not understand what life and death were, and what death was.

But it was such a child who really experienced death.

Lu Xuan thought for a while, then asked in a low voice: "We'll go to your house later, but you can't make a sound, you know?"

This time the child was silent, and said in a low voice: "Can't you make a sound even when you see your parents? In the past, at every funeral, you could see many people you hadn't seen before. Grandma said that at the funeral, all relatives will come back , Now that I'm dead, have Mom and Dad come back?"

Listening to the child's words, Lu Xuan felt a little sore in his heart, but he simply nodded and replied, "Yes."

"Then I can see my parents, right?" the child asked excitedly.

"Didn't you see it before?" Lu Xuan asked.

After asking this, he felt that he had asked too much. There are fewer and fewer people in the small town, and most of the parents of the families are working outside. They need to support their families and have to work hard outside, so the only one left is Elderly and children.

There are also parents who do not want their children to become left-behind children and take their children out, but in this way, only the elderly are left in the family.

It is not uncommon for parents and children to be separated. This configuration can even be called common. It is so common that everyone has become accustomed to it.

After all, even if the children are taken out, there are still elderly parents left in the small town.

It’s not that I don’t want to be filial, it’s just that in many cases, life is involuntary. Some families have already worked hard to take their children out, and have no time to take care of their parents.

In this case, the words of reprimand are naturally unspeakable.

When the child heard Lu Xuan's words, his voice became lower: "I miss my parents too."

Lu Xuan touched the child's head, reluctantly let go, and said, "When it's just you and your parents, I'll take you to see your parents, but when there are many people, you can't make a sound, you know?"

When the child heard this, his eyes widened suddenly, obviously he was very excited.

If he is still an ordinary person, there should be excitement in his eyes at this time, and his excitement can be seen through his eyes.

But he is already a ghost, even when he is excited, his eyes can't fully express his emotions.

"Thank you brother, I can't wait to go home now!" After finishing speaking, the child said again, "I want to tell Mom and Dad that I can use idioms, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait..."

It was just a "can't wait", the child read it over and over again, and he didn't forget to show the way while talking, as long as Lu Xuan carried him for a while, he would shout excitedly: "Yes, that's right there!"

When Lu Xuan heard it for the first time, he thought he had already arrived, but after listening too much, he was a little dumbfounded. These words are just a child's own excitement. As long as the general road is not wrong, he can be excited at any turn.

Until he heard the sound of mourning.

These days, although the dirges and music in some places are always random, and there are even some places where the rhythm of blowing, blowing, and beating at funerals is not right. After listening carefully, I found that the tune turned out to be a popular song, but even if it is a popular song, the atmosphere of the funeral can be fine. Expressed from the instrument.

Gongs and drums, erhu, and suona, unless it is a cheerful pop song, generally gentle tunes can always make people feel a little sad when playing these instruments.

The closer you got, the louder the mournful music reached your ears, but the child's voice gradually dropped.

Lu Xuan stroked the child's head, and said in a low voice, "Lean on my shoulder, close your eyes, and don't think about anything."

"En." The child responded, and obediently leaned on Lu Xuan's shoulder.

With such a leaning, the hood of the clothes covering his body was pressed down, even his face could not be exposed, and the sound could be slightly isolated.

At the same time, Lu Xuan also saw the family that was holding the funeral.