fox lure

Chapter 128 Believe that it is evil to have a boy, but it is better to have a girl?
"That's right, that's her," the old man's eyes lit up when he saw Huang Shuang'er I painted, "That's the big girl, who is she?"

My eyes dimmed, is it the box sent by Huang Shuang'er?
She is a ghost, she can appear during the daytime?
Also, why is she showing me that picture?
What's the point of a coffin?
"Little Jiang Long, who is this big girl?" The old man suddenly felt a little scared when he saw my serious expression, and thought about it: "She doesn't look normal like that."

The old man recalled: "Mom, I looked at the paper of your painting, why does she look like a ghost? How could the picture spontaneously ignite without fire?"

A ghost must have a ghostly aura, even if she lets ordinary people see her, she still can't hide that aura, what should I say?It's evil spirits.

"No, she's not a ghost." Seeing that the old man was too scared, I said calmly, "She's my aunt."

I pointed to my brain, and said to the old man, "She has a brain problem, she is mentally ill."

There is something wrong with her mind, she died tragically, turned around and got mixed up with the person who killed her.

"Let me just say, I saw her, but I didn't remember it at the time. Her smile was evil, and she was not in a good spirit?" The old man calmed down for a while, and suddenly he was taken aback, "Why is there no fire in that photo?" Spontaneous combustion?"

"I ignited it. It's a spell." I smiled at the old man, "It's just the spells of our Taoism. Don't be afraid."

The old man was no longer afraid. I grabbed his wrist and felt for the pulse. The pulse was indeed not stable, and the yang was weak and the yang was weak.

I don't know if he is getting old, or if Huang Shuang'er just let Huang Shuang'er attack him just now, which caused this.

"Grandpa, when we can go out, when you get home, make some ginseng tea and drink it, drink less, and replenish your yang energy."

"Hey, hey, good." Ginseng is not expensive around Baishan Bai Town, not to mention the thousand-year-old ginseng, which is priceless.

But small ginseng, a few years old, and there are too many artificially bred ones. Usually, there are people squatting on the streets of Baizhen and selling them for not much money. Sometimes you can buy one for ten yuan.

I chatted with the old man, and the sun outside has become normal, and the ring-shaped sun has disappeared.

Seen through the gap of one or two centimeters in the glass window, the sky is already bright, but it is still cloudy, and the sun is hidden.

Before the fire brigade came, I had nothing to do, and started to draw the picture that Huang Shuanger gave me, the scene inside.

It was too blurry to see clearly a dark room with a coffin and burning candles inside.

Time passed little by little, it was already noon, and the snow outside was still blocking the doors and windows, without any change.

Both the old man and I felt a little lack of oxygen. The old man found a screwdriver and a small hammer from under the bed.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" I asked the old man.

The old man stepped on the table and tapped the glass lightly with a screwdriver and a small hammer, trying to make an air hole.

My heart fluttered, and I always felt that he would leak all the glass.

Then the snow pours in, and the two of us will become frozen pears.

After more than half an hour, he really knocked out a few air holes, and then stood on the table with my arms in his arms, and our faces were breathing through the small air holes of the glass window.

Suddenly, I felt that even that bit of air was precious, and I kind of remembered that before I came to Baishan, I was greedy for that breath, and I didn't want to die.

It is not easy for me to see Lao Huang alive.

The old man and I were lying on the stomata breathing, and I began to think about one thing, why Huang Shuang'er gave me that photo, and why she controlled Heiteng to lead me to the attic of the old building.

Except for the matter in Wang Guixiang's Tun'er, she didn't seem to want to kill me the last two times.

why?
What is she trying to tell me?
that photo?I closed my eyes and thought about it, and suddenly remembered that the attic was dark, with only shrines and candles, which was somewhat similar to the environment in the photo.

But the last time I went to the attic, there was no coffin in the photo.

Thinking of this, I suddenly had the idea of ​​going to the attic again.

Thinking of this, there was a rumbling sound outside the window, I don't know what it was coming from, the sound was quite loud, and the vibrating glass was about to shatter.

The old man and I stared with fear in our eyes, squinted at the sky, and saw a helicopter in the sky, and the helicopter was dropping things down.

Later, the snow gradually melted, and then a large forklift drove into the school.

When the snow reached knee height, it was already dark, and the old man and I breathed a sigh of relief. We didn’t know how we got through this day.

It was getting dark, and today Baizhen was hit by a disaster. The parents of the students ran to the school gate like crazy, some were crying, and some were in a panic, rushing into the school to pick up their children.

The school has never been so lively. A lot of parents went to the classroom to find their children.

Aunt Cen's electric wheelchair drove so fast, it was the only time in the past six months that she passed by me without even having time to stare at me.

This is the first time I have seen such a serious natural disaster when I grew up. I came out of the guard room, and the big forklift was working overnight, planning to shovel out the remaining snow on the ground.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, I walked around to the old building. The old building had new chains this time. I found a window with broken glass and climbed in.

I want to make sure that the photo Huang Shuanger gave me was taken in the attic.

What does that coffin represent?
Is there someone in the coffin?

Does it have anything to do with me?

The room I jumped into seemed to be a classroom as well, and the broken tables and chairs inside were very stumbling. I walked a few steps, and the down jacket was scratched, and the white hairs in the clothes flew out.

I stood for a few seconds, then quickly left the broken classroom and ran towards the corridor, intending to take a look at the attic on the third floor.

"Jiang Long," came a sneering voice.

My legs froze and I stood where I was. The voice came from behind me, it was Huang Shuang'er's voice.

"Hehe..." Her voice was weird.

My body stiffened and I turned my head back. I was startled when I turned around. There was no longer the space in the old building behind me.

Instead, it turned into a room with candle seats with candles on the walls of the room, and red candles lit on the candle seats.

There is a coffin in the middle of the room. In the west corner of the room, there is an antique table. A woman in a cheongsam sits on a stool with her back facing me.

Seen from behind, her waist is very thin.

I stared at her, the woman didn't speak, she turned her back to me as if she was putting on makeup.

'In the house' the candle flickered, and she was no shadow.

I suddenly felt cold all over, and looked at her with a frown. Her back was facing me, and her voice seemed to be rubbing out of her throat, as if it was contrived, artificial?

"Shuang'er, sister, I'm really sorry for you, Yue Mian traded you for me, and redeemed me from the alley," the woman said in a voice that seemed to be pinching her nose, and her voice sounded really uncomfortable.

"But don't blame Yuemian, it's the situation caused by the troubled times."

"If it doesn't hurt you, it will hurt me."

"The wind is blowing, the rain is rustling, pedestrians have bows and arrows at their waists, grandparents and wives are walking to see them off, and the Xianyang Bridge is not seen in the dusty sun. I believe that having a boy is evil, but it is better to have a daughter?" Her voice was very strange.

"If the general didn't go to war, how could he leave me..."

"Why don't you talk to me?" The woman suddenly looked back at me.

I was so frightened that my blood froze, and I couldn't help scolding myself, I was still so useless after half a year by Lao Huang's side, and now I'm actually very scared.

Because that woman has no face! ! !
She combed her hair in the bun of the Republic of China, and combed it meticulously, but there were no facial features on her face, only a crooked mouth was drawn.

"Shuang'er, come and help me draw my eyes. I want to see if you are still as beautiful as before? I don't have eyes, so I can't see you."

I took a breath, and the woman walked towards me, tripped over the coffin, and fell to the ground.

She crawled towards me with both arms, "Shuang'er... Shuang'er..."

"A pure heart is like water, and clear water is the heart. There is no breeze, and the waves are calm."

"Wind and water rise, water rises and wind grows! The sky is high and the earth is wide, and the flowing water moves the clouds."

"Supreme nature and goodness, the Dao is natural!! Gang!"

I closed my eyes and quickly recited the mantra in my mind. This was another hallucination.

As I read, the woman's voice became fierce, the voice seemed to be stuck, stretched... and finally disappeared!
I opened my eyes again, and saw that the scene in front of me returned to normal. I was still in the dark corridor, and a paper man on the ground was ignited in situ, and the flame dimmed in a flash.

I breathed a sigh of relief, unknowingly my back was covered with wet cold sweat.

After calming down, I turned around and ran towards the third floor. Could it be that woman just now was in the attic on the third floor.

Something new has been added since I was here last time?

In my mind, I suddenly had an unbelievable guess.

At this time, the voice echoed in the corridor again, and the voice echoed, "The sun is like a ring, the sky and the earth are as black as ink, the heavenly wolf kills the stars like a well, and the ghost gate opens."

This sentence was repeated repeatedly, echoing in the empty corridor full of cold wind.

Isn't this the writing on Liu Chen's piece of paper?
Before I had time to think about it, I frowned and walked towards the stairs.

As soon as I walked up the stairs, I heard the siren sounded in the school playground, as if the police uncle was coming.

what happened?
I turned my head and looked through the broken window, and sure enough, two police cars drove up one after the other.

The playground was dim, and I couldn't see clearly. I only saw a police car parked next to the big forklift, and a few uncles came down.

Looking back, I quickly ran towards the attic, reached the door, and stretched out my hand to pull the round antique door lock.

"Hiss..." Unlike the last two times, the door lock was suddenly very hot this time, and I immediately withdrew my hand when it was so hot.

　Damn, I left a message yesterday, so many girls voted, so happy. (Squat with your head in your arms) Let me tell you a little story. When the author was a child, when he was six or seven years old, he suddenly opened his eyes in the middle of the night, and in the dark room, he saw the outline of a woman with shawl hair, which disappeared immediately on top of his head. I got a fever immediately, and the author was more stubborn. The next afternoon, I went to the village with my cousin to play, and I met an old cow tied outside the door of a house. The cow was held...

　　
　
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