first divine calculation

Chapter 50

Mao Zixuan was taken aback by her question, and then said angrily, "What can happen to me at night? I either live at home or live in school. What can happen?"

After Mao Zixuan said these words firmly, one thing suddenly occurred to him.

Recently, he has been having nightmares all the time, and it has been more than ten days. Every time in his dream, he feels that he has been walking, and the fog is so thick that he can't see clearly ahead, but it is strange that his body can distinguish In any direction, he can pass through puddles occasionally even without looking at the ground, as if there is a soul in his body that can see everything clearly. This soul controls his body and makes him walk around in his dreams.

In several dreams, he walked to a cemetery in the suburbs, looked at the photos hanging on the tombstones in the rows, and studied them one by one. When he saw the last one, he felt boring, so he lay down in the tomb again. On a low grave without a stele at the back of the garden, he closed his eyes and slept.The strange thing is that he dreams of going to the cemetery every day, and the plots in the dreams are similar. He thought it was strange at first, and wanted to say why the dream remained the same for several days without changing it.

When he got home the night before, the content of his dream finally changed, but it was changed to something that frightened him even more.He actually dreamed that he went to his father's unit, that is, a funeral home in this city. He went inside and looked at each place one by one, as if he was curious about the people lying there, until finally, he saw an empty seat , he lay down by himself, and slept happily until dawn, until the rooster crowed outside, he pushed open the door of the empty space and crawled out.

This dream of going to the funeral parlor has been going on for two consecutive days. Every time Mao Zixuan wakes up from the strange dream, he feels sore all over his body. Sometimes, he also feels pain in his arms or legs. Last night he dreamed that when he came back from the funeral parlor I fell down, and when I woke up today, I saw that there were marks on my calf that looked like I was scratched by a branch.

I must have kicked the quilt at night and scratched my leg against the edge of the bed, right?Mao Zixuan thought so.

But now, being asked by Banruo, he suddenly felt very scared when he thought of these strange dreams. Could there be a reason for these strange dreams?Could it be that something dirty is pestering me, causing me to keep thinking wildly?
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Mao Zixuan's forehead, but he was unwilling to bow his head to Prajna, and said immediately, "What do you mean by that?"

Banruo looked at the expression on his face that changed again and again. It was impossible to tell that he had really encountered a problem. I'm afraid the problem was not small. From Mao Zixuan's appearance, she thought that this evil ghost should be pestering him. Mao Zixuan has been around for a while, and Mao Zixuan has been haunted by ghosts, but he doesn't know it. Then, when did this evil ghost do evil?Although she was in the class before, she didn't pay much attention to her classmates, and she didn't notice what was wrong with Mao Zixuan. Thinking about it, Mao Zixuan was at school during the day. If there was something wrong, his roommates and classmates would find out, but he There was no abnormality in his behavior, so it could be seen that this evil spirit only haunted him at night.

This also makes sense, because places like schools are full of yang, and only at night will there be ghostly winds, which makes ghosts like it.

Prajna calculated with his fingers, combined with Mao Zixuan's appearance, it was deduced that Mao Zixuan had a lot to do with the cemetery in the near future.

Banruo thought for a moment, looked at him and said, "Mao Zixuan, you can verify whether my words are true or not."

The students around all looked at them, Mao Zixuan felt a little embarrassed, but still bit the bullet and asked: "How to verify?"

"It's very simple. When you sleep tonight, install a small camera that turns on automatically on your body. At night, the camera automatically takes pictures. When you wake up in the daytime and take a look, don't you know what happened at night?"

What Prajna said made Mao Zixuan feel a chill, and the chill crawled from the soles of his feet all the way up his calves.

"I don't have a camera..." Mao Zixuan said.

"I have!" Suddenly, Mao Zixuan's roommate Cheng Jiayang said.

"You have? Where did you get the small video camera?" Huo Xiaobei asked wonderingly.

Cheng Jiayang said embarrassingly: "Recently when I was sleeping at night, I kept hearing the door of the dormitory being closed and opened, but in the middle of the night, everyone was sleeping, who would open the door of the dormitory? Besides, the dormitory door The door is locked from the inside at night, how can it be opened from the outside? I was very scared, thinking that the dormitory was haunted, and I told others that they didn’t believe it. In order to see what was going on at night, I brought a video camera from home Come here, plan to install it at the door of the dormitory, and pat to see who is opening the door back and forth at night."

The roommates in his dormitory looked at each other in blank dismay. Hearing what Cheng Jiayang said about this before, he thought he was scared because he watched too many horror movies, but who knew it was true.

The few people were a little scared for a while, but they still asked calmly: "Banruo, your father is in this line of work, you should know something about it, right? There won't really be ghosts tonight, right?"

The students in the class didn't know that Banruo was a fortune-teller herself. Although the principal and the teacher had looked for her, everyone thought it was because of her studies, but everyone had heard from Mao Zixuan that Banruo's father was a fortune-teller. , I must have been swayed, and I should be able to understand a little bit.

Banruo didn't make a sound, she didn't intend to cause panic in the class.

Bo He once saw a little ghost entangled Bo Jin'an with her own eyes, so she came out to smooth things over and said, "Don't think too much, no matter how scary this ghost is, how can anyone be scared? In reality, there are murders every day, isn't that scary enough?"

After she said it like this, everyone realized it was true once they thought about it.

"It's true, if there are ghosts, they won't be more terrifying than those wicked people."

"But since Mao Zixuan promised to tie a video camera at night, he can't break his promise!" said the roommates.

When Mao Zixuan saw that his classmates said this, he felt a little hesitant, but he couldn't refuse, so he snorted: "Just pretend! Who is afraid of anyone! If you can't take pictures tomorrow, Banruo, don't blame me for embarrassing you! "

After hearing this, Banruo didn't make a sound. If Mao Zixuan knew that he would not live for a few days, I don't know if he still had the heart to say such a thing.

The class bell rang, and the students dispersed and returned to their seats. After returning to the dormitory at night, roommate Guan Xiaoling came over and asked:
"Hanruo, today you said what happened to Mao Zixuan at night. Could it be that his dormitory is really haunted?"

"Yeah, I was terrified when I heard what Cheng Jiayang said about that door. You said that the door of the dormitory is closed and opened at night, so it's possible..." Su Xiangxiang shrinks his body, with a terrified expression, thinking of his own The dormitory door often shakes at night, and she is a little worried.

"Our dormitory is also haunted at night, right?" Gu Xixi also joined in.

"No, even if it is really haunted, I am not afraid! You have forgotten that we have Prajna!" Mint said firmly.

After hearing this, everyone really felt much more at ease. Today, Mao Zixuan didn't know that Prajna is a magician, but kept picking things up and calling her a liar. Everyone actually wanted to go up and defend Banruo, but they were afraid that Banruo didn't want others to know that she was a magician. They all chose to remain silent.

Thinking of having such a roommate who is a master of theology, everyone's faces are much more relaxed. Guan Xiaoling and Su Xiangxiang took the washbasin and toiletries to the bathroom to take a bath. not……"

Banruo didn't hide it from her, she nodded and said, "I must be haunted by the evil spirit! I'm afraid Mao Zixuan's matter will be very difficult, and it will be more difficult to deal with than Uncle Bo's. I guess this evil spirit is determined to absorb him. All the yang energy in his body, let him fend for himself."

"What? There is such a thing?" Mint frowned, as if facing a big enemy. "Can the ghost be removed? The boys' dormitory is not far from us. If the ghost cannot be removed, then we are also in danger!"

"Don't worry! I'm here."

Prajna promised.She looked in the direction of the boys' dormitory outside the window, her eyes were more solemn than ever, the dead air on Mao Zixuan's face was more severe than anything she had ever seen before, this dead air wrapped around him, making the skin all over his body faintly tingle. Gray, just like the color of cement, of course, this color cannot be seen by ordinary people, only people with magic power like her can see it.

This night, Cheng Jiayang put his small camera on Mao Zixuan's body. Mao Zixuan saw that the camera was not big, and it was not very tiring to fix it on the top of his head, so he let Cheng Jiayang help him fix it. After the whole dormitory finished washing, the lights were turned off. The horn rang, and everyone in the boys' dormitory fell asleep.

Mao Zixuan just came back from home, he was very busy and tired, he yawned, covered himself with a thin quilt and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, a cloud of black air came in through the window. It was originally just an invisible loose air, but when it came to Mao Zixuan's bed, it slowly began to transform into a human being. I saw it smiling proudly at Mao Zixuan for a moment , and then burrowed into Mao Zixuan's body.

Mao Zixuan wanted to struggle for a moment, but was instantly suppressed by the evil spirit.After a while, Mao Zixuan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were cloudy, very different from when he was awake during the day.Mao Zixuan sat up suddenly, he walked out of bed very lightly, opened the door, and went straight to the door at the back of the dormitory. Xiaolu left the school familiarly, and then Mao Zixuan walked eastward along a road.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Mao Zixuan finally came to the cemetery in the east of the city. It was at the foot of a low hill surrounded by various trees. These trees grew extremely tall and lush, surrounding the cemetery. It was gloomy and chilling. Mao Zixuan was only wearing pajamas, but he didn't feel cold at all. He walked around the cemetery a few times, and seemed to find it boring, so he squatted next to a tombstone, digging on the stone with his hands. words, over and over again.

After a while, he seemed to feel pain in his hand, so he walked to the grave where he usually slept.

This is a new tomb, there is no monument, and even the soil is still loose, as if no one lived there. Mao Zixuan felt at ease lying on the soil, and then he sat up again, measured it with his body, and saw this The grave was neither big nor small, it seemed just big enough for him to sleep in.

After sleeping, the sky was already dawn, the rooster raised by the mausoleum guard nearby crowed, and the cold wind blew past in the morning, making the cemetery even more cloudy, so heavy that even looking at it from a distance felt scary.

Mao Zixuan stood up unconsciously, patted the dirt on his body, and walked back along the way he came. When he arrived at the dormitory, he lay down on the bed and continued to sleep. After a short sleep, the wake-up bell It rang, and all the roommates woke up, one by one hiding in the bed, howling and cursing:
"This inhumane school has to get up and run at six o'clock, and let people live!"

"Get up, you can sleep as much as you want next year!"

"That's right! I can see people from ordinary classes are getting up and reciting books outside the window! We can't fall behind!"

The roommates encouraged each other, got out of bed and started to wash.

Mao Zixuan yawned and said, "The more I sleep, the more tired I get!"

When the roommate passed by Mao Zixuan's lower bunk, he glanced at the ground and asked doubtfully, "Mao Zixuan, why are there so many muds on your shoes?"

Cheng Jiayang also gathered around, "Yes, Mao Zixuan, our school is covered with concrete floors, where did you go at night? Could it be sleepwalking?" Cheng Jiayang said with a smile.

Mao Zixuan was stunned when he said this, he glanced at the shoes, and saw his red fingers, his face turned pale, he had a vague idea in his heart, but as soon as that idea came up, he would be pinched by him Extinct, he didn't dare to think about it, fearing that he would not be able to bear the truth of that fact.

Trembling, Mao Zixuan took off the camera on his head.

When his roommates saw that his expression was not right, they all gathered around and said, "Mao Zixuan, turn on the camera and have a look. Is it possible that you really have the habit of sleepwalking?"

Mao Zixuan didn't dare to turn on the camera, Cheng Jiayang snatched it, pressed the play button, and took a look.

The images captured by the camera at night made people feel scared instinctively. Several roommates did not dare to show their anger. They watched together. Cheng Jiayang fast-forwarded the image. When he saw Mao Zixuan got out of bed, walked out of the campus and walked to the cemetery Cheng Jiayang yelled "Ah" and threw the camera away.

"What is this! Mao Zixuan, why did you go last night? How did you go to the cemetery?"

"The cemetery?" Mao Zixuan's face turned pale, seeing his roommates looking at him in horror, he was so anxious that he was about to cry. "I don't know, I've been sleeping last night, I don't understand anything."

The footage on the camera was shown on Mao Zixuan lying on the new grave, and the roommates turned off the camera in fright after seeing it.

"Mao Zixuan, do you have the habit of sleepwalking, but you don't know it?" Cheng Jiayang expressed his conjecture.

Mao Zixuan shook his head, thinking of the nightmares he had these days, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. "I don't know. I have lived alone since I was a child. I don't know if I have the habit of sleepwalking."

"That's right, we are both only children, and we usually live alone, who would know if we are sleepwalking?" Cheng Jiayang said.

Mao Zixuan thought about it but felt that it was not that simple. If it was really sleepwalking, it is impossible for no one to notice since he was a child, and he just started it recently. This thing is obviously wrong. Thinking of this, he hurriedly put on his clothes and ran to the girls' dormitory .

Banruo was going downstairs to run exercises, and was not surprised to see him.

"Panruo! Did you already know it? Tell me, what's wrong with me?" Mao Zixuan was in a hurry.

"known long time ago?"

Mao Zixuan handed her the camera. "You don't know? If you don't know, then you still ask me if something happened at night!"

Banruo glanced at his face, and said truthfully: "I just calculated that you have suffered disasters recently, and if there are no accidents, you may not survive the National Day!"

"What!" Mao Zixuan was frightened and paralyzed. Fortunately, the people in the dormitory supported him so that he didn't fall down. "Can't survive the National Day?" How is it possible, the National Day is coming soon, what Banruo means is that he has few days to live?

"Why? Am I sleepwalking?" Mao Zixuan asked eagerly.

Hannya turned on the camera and watched it several times.

"Sleepwalking? If I'm not wrong, you just started to have this symptom recently, right? Besides, sleepwalking came to the cemetery, do you think it's such a coincidence?" Banruo asked.

"You mean, I've been to hell?"

Banruo did not deny it, she said in a deep voice: "There are indeed evil spirits haunting you! You need to get rid of them as soon as possible, otherwise your life will not be long!"

The roommates were shocked when they heard this. They thought that Mao Zixuan was just sleepwalking, and the problem shouldn't be a big deal. Who would have expected that he would be haunted by evil spirits?
"Banruo, don't scare him. Your father is a fortune teller. You should know something about it. Although Mao Zixuan had conflicts with you, he is our classmate after all. You should help him!" Cheng Jiayang said worriedly.

Banruo also doesn't want bad things to happen in the class and school where she lives, besides, they are all classmates, even if the relationship is not good, she will not refuse to save her.

She thought for a moment, then said firmly, "We have to go to the cemetery first!"

Several people asked for leave, and took a taxi to the cemetery together. Because they were afraid that Banruo would be difficult to deal with alone, Mao Zixuan's roommate, Huo Xiaobei, Gu Xixi, and Mint all followed.

Banruo found the new grave where Mao Zixuan was lying according to the pictures taken by the camera.

"Is this one?" Huo Xiaobei asked.

Mao Zixuan felt that his hairs were about to stand on end, he was so afraid that he wanted to cry, you must know that when he came here, he would have a familiar feeling, as if he had walked every road here many times.

"Yes!" Mao Zixuan said firmly.

"How did you know for sure?"

"Of course it's a feeling." Mao Zixuan was about to cry.

Seeing his appearance, everyone looked at each other, but did not continue to ask.

Banruo looked at the soil on the head of the tomb and felt that the tomb was new. Besides, the tomb had not yet erected a monument, so no one had buried it yet.

"Zixuan? Why are you lying here while sleepwalking? It looks like..." Cheng Jiayang didn't know what to say or not: "It's like measuring whether this grave is enough for you to sleep in!"

Hearing these words, Mao Zixuan's face was extremely pale. "Don't talk nonsense! How could I have such an idea, this grave was not bought for me!"

"It's not necessarily!" Prajna said suddenly.

"What? What do you mean, Banruo, don't scare me just because I said a few words about you!" Mao Zixuan said in a crying voice.

"Let's not talk about anything else, have you dreamed of anything else recently?" Prajna asked.

After hearing this, Mao Zixuan hurriedly told Banruo about his dream of lying in the funeral parlor. The more he talked, the more frightened he became, and at the end he covered his face and burst into tears. "Hanruo, I'm not really going to die, am I? Why am I lying there in my dream?"

After hearing this, although the students present were afraid, they didn't dare to show it, for fear of irritating him.

Huo Xiaobei immediately asked: "Would you like to visit the funeral parlor?"

Banruo nodded, "Of course I'm going! I have to go and see, what's the ghost's plan, why did he let Mao Zixuan come to the cemetery and funeral parlor!"

After hearing this, a group of students were about to go back. At this time, a group of people carried a tombstone into the garden. The road in the cemetery was very narrow. When the worker was carrying the tombstone, he passed by Mao Zixuan. , At this time, Mao Zixuan leaned over, and for some reason, he bumped into the tombstone.

This group of people shook their hands, causing the tombstone to fall to the ground. Mao Zixuan looked back subconsciously, but saw that on the tombstone it was written——

Mao Zixuan was born on X, X, X, and died on X, X, X.

Mao Zixuan was so frightened that he kept backing away. He pointed at the tombstone, his eyes were wide open, his face was full of tears, he was too scared to speak.

"Then that... the one above... is me?"

When the students heard the words, they all looked at the tombstone, only to see that the tombstone was indeed Mao Zixuan's name, and the date of birth was also correct. Everyone was frightened and speechless for a long time.

Prajna glanced at the date of death and said, "The date of death is seven days later! In other words, the evil spirit, no, or the person who manipulated the evil spirit, has decided to let you die in seven days!"

"But why did he do that?" Mao Zixuan asked crying. "I didn't offend anyone, why did you want to kill me?"

"Don't cry! Crying won't solve any problems. Take me to the funeral home now. I'll see it when I get there!" Banruo ordered in a deep voice.

"well!"

A group of people took a taxi to the funeral home. When they got there, Mao Zixuan's father, Mao Jiang, came over and asked in surprise, "Zixuan, why are you here?"

Seeing his father, Mao Zixuan rushed up to hug him and cry. He told everything intermittently. The more Mao Jiang listened, the more surprised he became. He had been working here for a long time, and he had seen some strange things. Yes, Mao Jiang glanced at Banruo, and saw a little girl the same age as Mao Zixuan in front of him. He didn't care about questioning Banruo's ability, so he hurriedly took her in for a "visit".

Mao Zixuan closed his eyes, relying on the memory of "dream", walked along the door, entered the funeral home, walked in, he smelled a strange smell in the air, when he walked to the end, he saw the When the location really existed, Mao Zixuan burst into tears.

"That's right here! I've been here before! I was still lying down and fell asleep! Dad! I'm scared! I'm scared!" He hugged his father and his body kept shaking.

Mao Jiang looked worried, and he comforted his son: "Don't worry, I heard that a real master can resolve disasters, and Dad will definitely save you!"

After hearing this, Mao Zixuan calmed down a little.

Banruo came to the side of that position and found that Mao Zixuan was talking about the kind of position that can be stretched, and the size of that position seemed to be suitable for him.

She couldn't help but frown. In her two lifetimes, she was a famous master of metaphysics. She had seen many evil spirits and dealt with many mages, but this was the first time she encountered such a strange thing!This evil spirit is haunting people, and even prepared a grave for him, even the location of the funeral parlor. What is the reason for this?
Prajna was lost in thought.

At this moment, in the quiet funeral parlor, a mobile phone rang suddenly.

(End of this chapter)