hold on to that dragon

The elevator reached the top floor, and the door parted in the middle.

The three of them got out of the elevator, Feng Wangbei looked back, this elevator was not acting like a monster, it was a bully, when he was alone, there were frequent incidents, and when his father and uncle were around, it behaved well.

The three of them left the elevator room and walked to the corridor. Those oil paintings had been hung back on the wall, upright, waiting for the review of the guests.

"How does Jiang Rang want us to repay him?" Feng Xuan asked.

Feng Wangbei looked at the oil painting on the wall and said, "Money, or something valuable."

"That's what he told you?" Feng Xuan also glanced at the oil paintings on the wall, they were all very ordinary paintings, he looked away.

"That's not true, but apart from money, our family has nothing else."

Ying Ba smiled and patted Feng Wang Bei on the back.

Feng Xuan shook his head and said nothing.

"Dad, what do you think of these paintings?" Feng Wangbei was still looking at the paintings on the wall.

"Normal. How? Do you like it?" Like to say buy it, anyway, the family has nothing but money.

"No, I'll just ask."

When he arrived at the door of Xue Meicheng's room, Feng Wangbei made a phone call as usual, but he still didn't get through.

"Stop hitting, he may not be in the room." Feng Xuan knocked on the door directly.

No one answered the door.

"Are you sure it's this room? It feels like there's no one in it."

Feng Wangbei thought for a while, then nodded: "That's right, it's this one. Maybe he fell asleep and didn't hear it? Or went out? Or hasn't come back yet?"

"Maybe, let's go, let's go to your room first."

Feng Wangbei opened the door of his own room next door, and was very happy to see that the feathers had been cleaned up.

"Xiao Ba hasn't come back yet, I don't know where he went."

Fengxuan looked at Yingba: "Don't worry about him, he's a mature bird and won't be taken away."

Fengwangbei laughed.

Feng Xuan sat on the sofa, beckoning Feng Wangbei to go over as if at home: "Come and sit down, and tell me what you have encountered in the past few days in Jingzhou."

"Oh." Feng Wangbei walked over.

Eihachi took out his cigarette and lighter, and went to the balcony to smoke.

After walking onto the balcony, he looked at the balcony of the next suite, which was about three meters away. He looked around, climbed onto the balcony railing, jumped into the next balcony.He opened the sliding door of the balcony, walked into the room, and checked around. There was no one, and Xue Meicheng was indeed not in his room.

Eihachi turned and walked back to the balcony. As he walked, he flowed like a semi-frozen liquid. His form twisted and deformed, turning into a chaotic mass, and then transformed into another form, and finally turned into a big black bird.

The big bird spread its wings and flew out of the balcony.After flying into the air, it circled the Tianliuke Hotel.

Feng Xuan saw it from the window, and shook his head slightly, in broad daylight, he didn't know how to keep a low profile.

The hotel is in the shape of a 7. After flying around a few times, Yingba stopped at the corner of the top floor of the restaurant. This room has a special location and a wide view, like standing on the bow of a ship looking at the sea.

The curtains were drawn tightly, so I didn't know what it was like inside or who lived there.

Yingpachi landed on the balcony, put his head on the sliding door of the balcony, and used some tricks to unlock the door lock of the sliding door, then opened the door and flew into the room.

This suite is huge, at least twice as big as the one in Fengwangbei.The furniture is fully furnished, but it looks old, and the room exudes an old atmosphere, as if no one has been in it for a long time.

Yingpachi was gliding in the large living room, when suddenly his wings touched the rope, he was startled, turned his head to look, but saw nothing - the rope was transparent.

He immediately turned around and flew to the balcony, but it was too late, a huge iron cage covered his head, and he turned into a caged bird.

He quickly shrunk his body, trying to fly out from the gap in the iron cage's railing, but the iron cage was very flexible, so he shrunk accordingly, and the gap in the railing was always smaller than his body.

Yingpachi stopped when he had shrunk to about 30 centimeters in length. He could only shrink so small, and the iron cage also stopped, standing still like an ordinary bird cage.

Eihachi rested for a while, and suddenly swelled up, trying to burst the bird cage.He was propped inside the birdcage like a meat ball, black feathers protruding from the railing in a mess, but unfortunately the birdcage didn't move at all, and eventually he had to shrink again.

With his shaggy hair all over his body, he cursed angrily.

Fengxuan and Fengwangbei on the same floor did not hear Yingpachi's call.

However, Feng Wangbei noticed that there was no one on the balcony: "Dad, where is Uncle Ying? Didn't you just smoke on the balcony?"

"Let's go out."

"When? Why didn't I see it."

"I didn't notice either, let's go out and have a look."

Feng Xuan and Feng Wang Bei walked out of the room and came to the corridor.

There was no one in the corridor, Feng Xuan said, "See if Xue Meicheng is back."

He walked to the door of Xue Meicheng's room, held the doorknob with his hand, pushed it, and the door opened.

Feng Wangbei was surprised: "The door is not locked?"

"Yeah." It's not that it's unlocked, it's just opened by Feng Xuan.

"Old Xue?" Feng Xuan knocked on the door, but no one answered, and when he went in, there was indeed no one.

Xue Meicheng is not here, neither is Yingba, where have they all gone?

Feng Xuan and Feng Wangbei left Xue Meicheng's room and locked the door for him.

Standing in the corridor, Feng Xuan half-closed his eyes and was silent for a while, then said: "There is something wrong with this place."

"what is the problem?"

"The breath is wrong."

"..." Feng Wangbei was speechless.His father is going to start talking about it again, and that's how he studies folklore, and he likes to bring folklore stories into life.

Like a fortune teller, Feng Xuan stretched out his hand to calculate for a while, and said: "I figured out that there is a place of dirt under this building, let's go and have a look."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true. I was in the hotel once when it first opened."

"..." Come here as soon as you come, and insist on pretending to be a ghost.

The two walked along the corridor towards the elevator.

With a "bang", there was a muffled sound behind him.

Feng Wangbei turned his head immediately, and saw that the oil painting had fallen again, and there was a nagging father by his side, so he was not afraid at all. He calmly called out, "Dad, look at that painting."

Feng Xuan turned his head, then shook his hands like chasing flies: "Go away, you want to stay away from us for your life."

Feng Wangbei: "..."

Then Feng Xuan pulled Feng Wangbei to continue walking forward: "It's all right."

There was no sound from behind the two of them.

"What was that just now?" Feng Wangbei asked.

"A ghost."

oh.I knew his dad would explain this "spiritual event" in this way.

Feng Wangbei asked naturally: "The kind of ghost that says 'If you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't have it'?"

Feng Xuan studies folklore, and often tells Feng Wangbei stories about gods, gods, and ghosts. Feng Wangbei took them seriously when he was a child, but after studying, he gradually disbelieves them, just like other children who no longer believe in fairy tales when they grow up. .

Feng Xuan told Feng Wangbei a theory that ghosts have no entity, they cannot touch the real thing, that is to say, they cannot touch human beings, and cannot take the initiative to influence human beings, so as long as you ignore them, they will "do nothing." Existence", non-existence like air.This is "believe it or nothing".

If you don't ignore them, then you will bond with them.Ghosts exist on the basis of emotions, and the emotions you give will make him stronger and stronger, like a snowball, like a usury, and you will be stuck in the mud, unable to extricate yourself.This is "believe and you will have".

Feng Wangbei naturally said "Believe it or not", he has lived for more than 30 years, nearly [-] years, and he has never seen a ghost, at least he thinks he has never seen one.

"It's a little stronger than that." Feng Xuan said seriously, "Under normal circumstances, ghosts are very weak and have no real body. But this place is very dark, so the ghosts here are easy to transform into real bodies."

Feng Wangbei only thought that the two of them were chatting nonsense, his father made it up, and he just listened to it.

"Are you saying that the geomantic omen here is not good?" Feng Wangbei followed the routine of ghost stories, "Could it be that this place used to be a mass grave?"

"Yes, that's it."

Feng Wangbei rolled his eyes: "Okay...then what exactly is Yin Qi?"

"It can be understood as poisonous aura."

"Then the question is, what is spiritual energy?"

"An invisible form of energy, and what one cultivates is aura."

"..." Feng Wangbei thought to himself, his father is really good at fooling around. He has been in business for many years, but he still hasn't forgotten his old profession, and his theory is still very solid. "So, there is a lot of yin here. After the ghost comes into contact with this poisonous aura, it changes from consciousness to matter?"

"It should be said that carbon dioxide has been turned into dry ice. It's the same thing, but it's condensed."

"..." Feng Wangbei followed Feng Xuan's logic and imagined for a while, but he didn't quite understand it, so he decided not to ask for a deeper understanding, "Okay, now that the ghosts have entities, that means they can manifest themselves?"

"Well, if they want to."

"You can also touch physical objects—including people?"

"Well, if they want to."

Feng Wangbei thought for a while, and said, "It's kind of scary." His father said it a little realistically.

Feng Xuan said: "Don't think too much, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"No, strong and unruly things are scary, you don't know what they're going to do."

Feng Xuan joked: "For example, piercing your ears."

This is my dear father. "...Yes. But Jiang Rang is actually a nice person. He has saved me several times."

"So he's not scary?"

"No. He's just a little weird. It should be due to cultural differences. I guess his background may be a bit complicated."

"..." Feng Xuan laughed, "No matter what his background is, after hearing your description of him, I think he is much more powerful than a ghost."

"That's good, the stronger our personnel, the better."

"...After I find your Uncle Ying, I want to have a good chat with you." After receiving Xue Meicheng's call, Feng Xuan knew that it was time to chat with Feng Wangbei, but he thought of explaining the spirit to his son. The world is a headache.This will involve a lot of complicated historical legacy issues... alas, headache.