Chapter 7 The evil hole ghost is rampant

The door is a cluster of low tree walls, which are neatly trimmed without any personality. There are a few small white flowers mixed with stars. Against a green background, it also has a little charm. Behind the tree wall is a crescent-shaped fountain. The water column sprays up three or four meters high and falls in the air, reflecting a colorful broken rainbow in the sun.

The left and right open spaces are neat lawns, and small wooden houses with unified shapes are scattered above the lawn. A cobblestone path mewerks from the lawn to the depths of the manor. Entering along the road, passing through several monotonous courtyards of similar styles, and then bypassing an extremely clumsy corridor, the pink building appeared in front of me.

The manor was extremely quiet. The three of them came all the way, but they didn't see it. The big manor was deserted and looked empty and cold.

The mountain wall behind happens to block most of the sunlight. Except for the open space in front of the gate, the rest of the manor is under a thick shadow.

The air is full of cold and humidity accumulated by long-term sunlight.

There is a little light fog between the trees and houses farther away. Between the thin white fog, the trees shake and the grass is blurred, and there seems to be some strange light dark shadows flashing from there.

Yong Bowen suddenly gave birth to a feeling of being peeped. His whole back was more like being immersed in ice water. The chill went straight through his chest, and his hands and feet were a little numb with cold for a while.

Liu Yi's face also became a little uncomfortable. When he walked, his head shook like a wave drum and looked left and right. The more he looked at it, the worse his face became. When he walked to the pink building, his whole face was already a little blue, so tight that there was no expression.

The difference in the feng shui pattern here has reached an unparalleled level. If there is this project, it is enough to apply for the Guinness World Record.

The heirs, loss of wealth, loss of life, injury, poverty, loneliness, criminal power, prison disaster... Everything is complete. No matter what kind of family lives in such a place, it is a strange thing not to die of a clean family.

However, this Fei family is prosperous and rich, which is really confusing.

When he saw the pink building, Liu Yi finally exclaimed "ah" and pointed to the small building and said, "This is, this is the acupuncture point. How, how can it be..." For a moment, his chest was tight and short of breath, and he couldn't even speak.

What acupoint is tossed around in the infrastructure building like this, and the dragon spirit will be hurt. No matter how good the pattern is, it will no longer exist. Anyone who burys a house can only cause disaster.

Yong Bowen frowned and felt uneasy for a moment. He only felt that there was strangeness everywhere in this place. Judging from the mana he had practiced for a long time, he was even more dead, which was by no means a place for living people to stay. If it's not to save his girlfriend, I'm afraid the first thing he has to do is to turn his head and leave far away from this evil place.

"What's the matter?" Han Ya heard Liu Yi's cry and turned back puzzledly, "Mr. Liu, what's the problem?"

"No, no." Liu Yi's face turned pale, and she replied carelessly, so she kept muttering there, and her fingers kept secretly calculating under the cover of the compass.

"This is the place where Mr. Fei receives distinguished guests." Han Ya turned her head and pointed to the pink building and said, "Let's go. Mr. Fei is waiting for you."

The two people who were uneasy in their hearts followed Han Ya to pick up the steps. When they arrived at the door of the building, they could see a plaque hanging above the door, with three cursic characters "Tingfeng Tower". The plaque is on a black background, and the color is bright red. At a glance, it is dripping as if it were spilled with blood. Yong Bowen saw it in his eyes and couldn't help shivering. He didn't want to stay under this plaque, so he hurriedly took a step into the house.

The living room in the building is very spacious. In the middle, there are marble tables and stools. There is a full set of sour branches and male seats on the north and south. In the back, there is a huge flower pot of a large flower tree. Through the branches and leaves, you can see the red forest trees behind the carved sunflower window. The window is embedded with red, yellow, blue and green glass. The shadow of the trees on the glass is blurred as if countless arms are waving and swinging. Facing the wall in the middle is a tall bookshelf, which is full of large and small books, but in the middle of the bookshelf are several layers of glass pavilions, with valuable jade ornaments that can be seen at a glance. There is a staircase on the left and right sides of the bookshelf. I think it is the entrance to the second floor.

The whole living room is decorated with an ancient style. As soon as Yong Bowen walked in, there was a feeling of time and space confusion. It seemed that when he accidentally walked into a door of time and space and returned to the past, he thought that he had gone to the scene of a crew that was shooting a costume film.

"Please sit down. I'll invite Mr. Fei over." Han Ya waved her hand to the two coldly and politely, and then turned around and walked out of the small building.

Liu Yi hasn't traveled so far since he became famous. He has seen sweat on his forehead. As soon as Han Ya left, he couldn't wait to find a chair and sit down. His fat body made the chair squeak under him. Yong Bowen did not feel tired. He unloaded the water gun in his hand and the big bag on his back and put it on the chair, patted the black cat on his shoulder. He walked around the living room a few times boredly, and then walked to the bookshelf to browse at will.

More than half of the hundreds of books on the shelf are about feng shui transportation and avoiding evil spirits. It seems that Fei Mo still believes in these things.

Yong Bowen casually drew the "Suspected Dragon Sutra". Before he opened it, he suddenly heard a woman's cry faintly.

"Meow!" The black cat screamed fiercely, and his hair stood up, half bowed, and looked ready to go.

The cry was fleeting. When Yong Bowen picked up the headphones and wanted to listen carefully and find the source, there was no sound. He was surprised and turned around, but saw that Liu Yi was still sitting steadily on the chair and fiddling with his compass. Yong Bowen couldn't help asking, "Mr. Liu, did you hear a cry just now?"

Liu Yiai glanced at him unreasonably and sneered, "Crying? Where did the crying come from? I'm afraid you have hallucinations. Boy, I told you at the beginning, don't take Mr. Fei's work, and don't look at how much you have. If you delay Mr. Fei's business, you should be careful not to eat!"

Yong Bowen doesn't want to talk nonsense with Liu Yi, but he also knows that if he doesn't explain it clearly today, he will never give up with him. He has to say patiently, "Mr. Liu, don't misunderstand. Mr. Fei didn't invite me to see feng shui. I won't rob you of your business.

"Oh? So what are you doing here? Did Mr. Fei specially invite you to dinner? Liu Yi's face was full of sneer, and he obviously didn't believe what he said.

"Mr. Fei said that there are some... er... unclean things at home... so please ask me to help clean it up." Yong Bowen explained vaguely, "I specialize in catching ghosts and avoiding evil spirits, and I don't know anything about feng shui."

"Oh..." Liu Yi's face softened a little, "I said, if you want to see who is better than me in feng shui in Spring City, Mr. Fei can't find anyone else."

Seeing that the atmosphere was gentle, Yong Bowen smiled forceful. Just as he wanted to say something, the cry sounded again.

But this time, it became much louder, and it was full of sadness. People couldn't help but feel sore when they heard it, and they just wanted to shed tears.

This cry really came from upstairs!

Yong Bowen suddenly turned around and looked at the stairs.

The black cat on his shoulder no longer shouted, but his throat whined and whispered, and his body became more and more nervous.

The cry disappeared again.

Yong Bowen turned around and looked at Liu Yi and asked, "Mr. Liu, do you hear me?"

Liu Yi's face turned blue and white, and her eyes were full of fear. She reluctantly nodded and said in an astringent voice, "Hear, really those things?"

This cry is fluttering, cold and desolate. Even if the deaf hears it, they can't help but feel furious. Although Liu Yi is a master of feng shui, he knows nothing about catching ghosts. But as a person in magic, he knows more about these things than ordinary people, so he is even more afraid.

"I'm afraid it can't be wrong." Yong Bowen nodded and said suspiciously, "I didn't expect this ghost to be so fierce that he dared to come out before the sun went down..." Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped and thought to himself, "Isn't the inhaling ghost on Fei Mo's body also dare to attach to people in broad daylight? This ghost may be just the same as that, and the whereabouts of Xiao Yun are about to fall on it. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be refreshed and no longer thought about it. He rushed to the front of the package, grabbed a large handful of paper charms and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and then inserted the mahogany sword into his belt. After a moment of hesitation, he hung the water gun on his back, then held the gossip mirror in his left hand, pinched a self-protection formula in his right hand, resisted the black cat, and strode forward. Go in the direction of the stairs.

Running to the top of the stairs, he suddenly remembered that it was not good to leave Liu Yi like this and stopped, "Mr. Liu, let's go together."

Liu Yi was shocked when she heard this and quickly waved her hand with a smile, "Ah? You're welcome. Go ahead. I'll watch the door for you. Don't let the ghost run away. He said, but he muttered in his heart, "Isn't there something wrong with this boy? As soon as he heard that there was a ghost, he was as excited as eating ecstasy."

"That's good." In fact, Yong Bowen was also afraid that Liu Yi would go with him and ruin things again. Seeing that he refused, he was no longer polite. Then he rushed up the left stairs and went up to the second floor in a few steps.

On the second floor, there is a small hall facing the stairs, with a sofa and coffee table on one side and an ultra-thin large-screen TV on the wall on one side. There is a door on the left and right sides of the sofa, all of which are covered and shake silently with the wind.

The TV is actually on. It is a Hong Kong ghost film in the 1990s. A group of protagonists are being chased by ghosts, crying and howling. But because the mute effect is on, there is no sound.

Yong Bowen stood at the top of the stairs and did not dare to enter. He looked around and found nothing, so he carefully came to the coffee table.

There are fresh fruits on the coffee table, and there is a teacup with half a cup of tea. A few nuts thrown in the small garbage cans on the other side are still very fresh, and they have just finished eating. He meditated a little, touched the tea, and the tentacles of the cup were slightly warm.

Everything in the hall shows that there are people eating snacks and watching TV just now.

But where are you now?

He raised the gossip mirror, drew a charm on the mirror with his right hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Chasing evil syco-suck, with my divine mirror. The water is golden, and the inside is bright and the outside is dark. What ghost can be hidden and what soul can be hidden? It's as urgent as the law." After drinking, he held up the mirror and looked around the hall. At the same time, he stared into the mirror and saw a vague shadow flashing on the left door. He immediately came to the left door without thinking and pushed the door in.

There is a bedroom behind the door. The window was equipped with an iron fence and light green curtains. The window was half open, and a slightly damp breeze blew in from time to time, driving the curtains to dance endlessly.

There is a black desk in front of the window, which is full of picture scrolls on both sides. In the center, a piece of rice paper is pressed under the paperweight and spread out for a long time. The paper is painted with ink peaks and waterfalls. The ink is not dry, and the tip of the brush on the pen holder is still wet. In the direction of the table is a single bed, with a decorative sword hanging above the wall. Under the bed, there is a piano box that looks like a small coffin. There is only one small window in the long room. In addition, this place is under the shadow of the cliff, so the whole room is dark and full of suffocating depression.

There was no one in the room. Yong Bowen turned over the mirror and found nothing. He was puzzled, but he heard the sad cry suddenly, but it came from behind the wall! He took a photo of the wall with a gossip mirror, but there was no response. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Then he thought that he didn't see another staircase after going upstairs, and realized that the second floor was divided into two separate parts. Obviously, he went upstairs to the wrong building.

"It's really troublesome." He cursed angrily and turned to go downstairs.

Seeing Yong Bowen coming down, Liu Yi couldn't wait to ask, "Caught it?"

"I'm on the wrong side." Yong Bowen didn't have time to answer him and hurried up the stairs on the other side.

The moment he climbed to the second floor, he suddenly had the illusion of running back to the second floor on the left.

It is also on the second floor, the same small living room, and the same two door-to-doors. If these are normal because they are only because of the design is particular about the contrast, then the same coffee table sofa, the same TV, and even a few fresh fruits and the remaining half of the cup of the slightly warm tea on the coffee table in the living room. Obviously, it can only be described as weird!

If it weren't for the sinister atmosphere in the room, if the light in this room was at least half darker than the left, he would have really thought he had run back to the second floor on the left.

A strange and vague idea flashed in his mind, and it disappeared so quickly that he had no choice but to grasp it, leaving only a faint uneasiness.

He suppressed all kinds of discomfort, walked to the bedroom door, took a deep breath, and gently opened the door.

A strong cold air came to my face.

In the same bedroom, small windows, desks, single beds, picture scrolls on the table, swords on the wall and the small coffin-like piano box under the bed, everything is as consistent as the reflection in the mirror in the left room.

The only exception is a figure sitting in front of the desk in this bedroom.

Although the door opened silently, the figure seemed to feel something. While Yong Bowen pushed the door, he turned his head to the door and happened to see him.

This is a little girl who is only about thirteen or fourteen years old. She has long hair, big eyes, a round mouth, and pink skin. She is really as cute as a doll.

It's just that the girl's young face hung with sadness and sadness that was extremely unsociated with her age. Her eyes were full of tears, which made Yong Bowen look at it and couldn't help but feel pity. He almost subconsciously opened his mouth to ask the little sister why she was crying here alone.

But he opened his mouth, and before he could say the words, he was already alert.

"What a ghost!" Yong Bowen sneered from the bottom of his heart, "I really don't know how to use this kind of method against my contemporary heavenly master."

When the girl saw a stranger standing at the door, she quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, stood up and asked unhappily, "Who are you?" Why did you break into my room?

"Your room?" Yong Bowen said coldly, "People and ghosts are different. Since you are dead, why do you have to stay here with your lovers?" After saying that, he raised the gossip mirror, recited the ghost spell, patted the ghost charm, shouted "Spe, and the ghost charm burned with a buzzing sound, and the mirror shot out a golden light to cover the girl with the flame.

The girl screamed, and her whole body immediately became as transparent as a glass statue under the golden light.

"Hey hey, no matter what ghost tricks you have, you are also vulnerable in front of my heavenly master." Yong Bowen won, and he was very proud. He raised the mirror and came to the girl who was fixed by the golden light and sneered, "I don't think I'm very old when I die. There should be no deep resentment. Staying in the world is just driven by people. Say, who is the person who raises ghosts? As long as you tell me honestly, I will help you surpass..."

The girl looked at Yong Bowen pitifully. She cried without waiting for him to finish his words. Transparent tears flowed down one by one, forced by the golden light, scattered all over the sky, and disappeared into a little light.

"This kind of ghost art doesn't work well for me." Yong Bowen snorted disdainfully, "I have a great sense of righteousness, and I have a magic spell to protect my body, like you..."

The more the girl cried, the more sad she became, and the more tears flowed. The flying light soon surrounded her whole body, like countless flying fireflies, which was so beautiful.

"You, you, don't cry." Yong Bowen finally couldn't hold on, and his tone softened. "Since you are so afraid of driving your people, I won't embarrass you. I'll take you first and wait until I come back to help you overcome it."

The girl kept crying, the louder she cried, and her figure became more and more transparent.

The black cat shook its head and looked at the guy who bullied the little girl with some contempt.

Yong Bowen was a little at a loss, "Don't cry like this anymore. You should know that you are a ghost. The tears that come out are melted by your vitality. If you cry again, you don't need me to accept it, and you will cry all."

Crying, still crying, but the crying began to weaken.

Yong Bowen felt that he seemed to be a shameless demon who killed young girls, and felt that his Taoism was profound. It was impossible for this little girl who seemed to have no power to escape from his palm, so he put away the gossip mirror and comforted him softly, "Okay, okay, I won't accept you, this should..."

The girl's crying didn't stop. Suddenly, she floated up in the air and came out of the window. In an instant, she disappeared without a trace. She just cried and said, "Big bad guy, bully the child, let you go out and be smashed by the falling plane!"

"Damn it, damn little Lori, how dare you run!" Yong Bowen was very angry. Seeing her flying out of the window, he was dizzy by anger for a moment and rushed to the window without thinking. The black cat didn't say a word and suddenly jumped off his shoulder.

With a loud bang, his head hit the iron railing firmly. A man was bounced back, fell on the table and then fell back to the ground. For a moment, he felt dizzy and his back was about to break. He lay on the ground and screamed several times before barely getting up. He rushed to the window again, grabbed the two iron bars and tried to pull down. Bullshit. It was about a long time ago, and it was hit hard just now. The iron railing, which seemed to be very well welded, fell down when he pulled it. He tried too hard, grabbed the railing and fell on all fours again, hitting the floor suddenly.

The black cat shook its head and screamed, looking like it couldn't bear to see it.

"Why are you so unlucky? Are things bad today? Check the almanac before going out. Yong Bowen lay on the floor and was puzzled, but this was not the time to think about the direction of luck. He gritted his teeth and got up again, threw the iron railing on the ground, went to the window, and looked down. Seeing that the second floor was not very high, he turned back to the black cat and said, "Cotton, you wait here." After saying that, he pressed the window sill and jumped down.

Although it didn't take long to enter the building, when he jumped out of the window, he obviously felt that the light seemed to be much dim than before. He fell to the ground and looked around. He saw a faint white fog on the grass, and his eyes were dark, but there were no ghosts. Looking up again, the dark clouds rolled in the sky, but I don't know when it would be cloudy.

It was cold, gloomy and horrible. Although he was a heavenly master who specialized in catching ghosts and fighting evil spirits, he suddenly fell into such a strange place. He couldn't help shivering and only felt that the chill in his heart was rising, and it was cold inside and outside.

He settled down and raised the gossip mirror, but there was no light in all around. It was useless to use the light to cast a spell for a while. However, this problem was not difficult for him. He casually took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight on it and looked into the mirror, and then a bright light rushed out of the mirror. He shook the mirror, dropped the light on the window that had just jumped out, and saw a weak dark shadow flashing in the light.

Yong Bowen took out a paper charm and lit it. He threw it on the mirror and shouted, "Four scenes are enlightened, eight worlds and six directions, auspicious light is the guide, chasing ghosts, boundless to hide, invisible to escape, disease!" The dark shadow in the bright light suddenly flew forward, leading the bright light to a small room not far away. The shadow then disappeared.

"Look where you are going!" He smiled proudly, turned off his mobile phone, and ran to the front of the bungalow. However, he saw that there was a black line in the middle of the bungalow that divided the whole house into two. There was a door and a window on the left and right. The doors and windows were exactly the same, but it was quite opposite.

Yong Bowen hesitated for a moment. He was about to open the right door, but suddenly heard an empty voice behind him asking, "Who are you looking for?" He looked back at the sound and couldn't help but be shocked.