Don’t You Like Me

On Sunday morning, Lin Feiran and Gu Kaifeng went to the Ji’s Mansion as planned.

On the Binhe Road, Ji’s Mansion is an old-fashioned bungalow built along the river. The red and gray bricks have been mottled and faded for many years. The carvings on the porch and window have long been blurred, and the back-positive faces are filled with sinister plants. Like the monsters that secretly ate the houses, the two large iron doors in front of the small courtyard twisted and twisted, and did not function as any barrier. Although the whole house was bathed in the sun, it still exuded a cold and gloomy atmosphere. It seems that the bricks and slits in the gaps are faintly exposed to black air, but it seems that there is nothing at all.

At this time, both of them opened the state of yin and yang. Lin Feiran looked at Gu Kaifeng and asked: "You don't think the whole house seems to be suffocating."

"I don't think it's an illusion." Gu Kaifeng affirmed.

The place that can be said to cost the city's top ten haunted places, it is certainly not simple, Lin Feiran stood at the entrance of the hospital for a while, and pulled out a small plastic bag full of bags from the bag.

Obviously it is ready!

Gu Kaifeng probe: "rice?"

"It's glutinous rice." Lin Feiran untied the bag and grabbed a small glutinous rice in his hand. A serious book, "My grandfather's notebook wrote that glutinous rice has some effect of purifying negative energy, which can ward off evil, although the effect and seriousness The ghost-swapping spells can't be compared, but it's good for convenience. If you encounter a ghost, you can pass it to him." Lin Feiran handed the plastic bag toward Gu Kaifeng. "You also grab a self-defense." In case the ghost inside is not friendly."

"You can do this." Gu Kaifeng bent his arm and showed his muscles. "The brother used physical attacks."

According to the records on Grandpa's Notepad, the real devil is very powerful because of the energy, so it can have a little influence on the material world. This is why the resentful and powerful ghost can harm ordinary people without yin and yang.

"Good." Lin Feiran incomparably naturally recited his schoolbag on the shoulders of Kaifeng.

Little book boy of Master Lin Da!

Gu Kaifeng looked at Lin Feiran's hand and licked the glutinous rice in one hand and licked the glutinous rice bag. He also looked serious and looked like a little, and for a moment, I didn't know which nerve was poked, and suddenly smiled, and the more I laughed. It’s amazing, even the shoulders are shaking.

Lin Feiran narrowed his eyes and stared at him: "Hey."

Gu Kaifeng laughed even more happily.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Feiran's face was slightly reddened, and both hands were occupied. He simply slammed into Gu Kaifeng's arms and slammed his chest against his chest to show dissatisfaction.

"I laugh at you," Gu Kaifeng took a breath, calmed down, and his lips swayed cheerfully. "With glutinous rice as a weapon, it is really a small sticky cake."

The raw material for making sticky cakes is not glutinous rice. It can be said that it is very suitable.

Lin Feiran: "...what is messy."

Gu Kaifeng was so softly stunned by his own fantasies that it was not enough to hold Lin Feiran's face. The gaze was like a metamorphosis: "You said, ‘I am a small sticky cake.'”

"Is there something right?" Lin Feiran had a painful egg. "We go ahead and come out and say."

"Don't say no." Gu Kaifeng is cold and cool.

Lin Feiran tangled for a moment, and had to whisper in a shameful slap with a glutinous rice bullet: "I am a small sticky cake."

Gu Kai was a little bit more vulnerable, and he fixed his mind and satisfied with his heart: "Hey, let's go."

The two men got in through the crack in the gap of the gate. The main entrance of the house was still locked. Gu Kaifeng took Lin Feiran and turned around to find the window that he had smashed with his friends. After so many years, the window was still bad. The corners and corners were full of green moss. Lin Feiran followed Gu Kaifeng and turned in dexterously. The floor under the feet was unbearable. sound.

Here is a living room. There is a dirty old sofa in the middle of the room. I don’t know if the sound of the two people entering the house alarmed the owner who wandered here. A female ghost puppet fluttered through the wall. She fell on the sofa with a look of disappointment. She looked about forty or fifty years old. If she had to leave the pale face of her death, she should be a beautiful woman when she was young. She was wearing a scarlet. The silk nightdress seems to have not seen Lin Feiran and Gu Kaifeng at all. It is also a kind of resentful and unclear look. He repeatedly muttered in his mouth: "How can we let a man pass the door? ...what is our face going to..."

Turning over and over is just a few words of the car saying back and forth, it looks like the hostess of this family.

This ghost obviously can't communicate, Gu Kaifeng walks in front, stretches back and holds Lin Feiran with one hand, and walks on the floor that is constantly squeaking to the next room...

The first floor of this bungalow is the dining room living room and the maid's room. The second floor is the owner's bedroom and study. The two of them have entered these rooms one by one. They saw about ten ghosts and everything. The one in the study looks like the lord of this house. In other rooms, there are several family members who are wearing flat shoes and shaving their heads... They don’t look particularly traumatic, but they are all resentful. With a look of sorrowful resentment in the place where I used to live in my life, I repeatedly recited my own words in my mouth, communication could not, one by one like the NPC in the game.

"Look at the basement to see it?" Lin Feiran said, he remembers that Gu Kaifeng said that there is a piano in the basement.

"Go." Gu Kaifeng nodded.

As soon as he turned around, there were a few fuzzy piano rings in the direction of the two feet. In the moment when the sound of the piano sounded, a family ghost who had just calmly squatted around Lin Feiran suddenly screamed and immediately screamed. It was like being frightened by something, squatting back a few steps, timidly squatting in the corner, shaking his hands and holding his head, screaming: "Don't kill me! I just do the money." ! You have a head and a debt, you are looking for a lady!"

Lin Feiran and Gu Kaifeng looked at each other and tacitly walked together to the basement. The piano sound was still ringing, faintly a formed melody, but the manipulative method of playing the piano seemed to be quite awkward and repeated, repeatedly changing the sound. Put a good melody in the air. Lin Feiran listened to his heart for a while, and sulking in the eyes of the blind man, he could not wait to rush to play it for him.

The two walked down the stairs and listened to the sound. The corner of a small corridor should be the piano. Gu Kaifeng whispered: "Baby, playing the piano is not good, is Ji Xuan, are you mentally prepared? ?"

Lin Feiran swallowed his throat and grabbed the glutinous rice in his hand. He said seriously: "If you do well, if he wants to harm people, I will sprinkle glutinous rice on him, and then you will immediately turn off the yin connection."

After turning off the connection of the common yin, Gu Kaifeng will instantly change back to the yang gas quality. With his yang yang, he will not touch him even if he is a ghost.

"Good." Gu Kaifeng should have.

The two men walked together at the corner of the corridor. Lin Feiran looked up at the sound source of the piano. The eyes were unidentified purple black. On the wall, on the ground, on the piano... there were dry, black blood everywhere. I don't know if it is the illusion that the visual impact is too strong, or because of the strong energy of the ghost. Lin Feiran feels that he can really smell a mixture of sweet and bad smell. There is a man sitting on the bench. From Lin Feiran's point of view, he can only see a back. This person may be a newbie who has not learned the piano for a long time. His upper body leans forward slightly, and he laboriously recognizes the music in front of his eyes. His finger presses. On the staff, one line is counted in one line, and the hand is intact.

He counted the correct notes, bowed a few clumsily, and then looked up again.

Lin Feiran coughed softly and tempted: "Ji Xuan?"

The back of the man trembled slightly.

His head flew quickly toward Lin Feiran, his neck turned 180 degrees, but his body did not move.

Lin Feiran was shocked by this sudden stimulus, and he slammed into Gu Kaifeng.

Sitting on the bench is a very young man, about twenty years old, two black eyes are embedded in the gypsum-like face of the plaster, he is wearing a big red robes, it seems to be The groom’s attire was worn decades ago, but most of the patterns on the chest silk embroidered were covered up by blood.

Lin Feiran’s horror has not forgotten to whisper to Gu Kaifeng’s science: “Grandpa’s notebook remembers that in the evening between 11 and 1 o'clock, wearing a big red **** person, the devil will be better than the average. The ghost is still amazing..."

The author has something to say: The brain has made up a piece of red bean stuffing with a small sticky cake, fully armed, fiercely carrying a machine gun, super hard man carrying a row of glutinous rice bullets...

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Shun said sticky cakes and rice cakes, in fact, everyone just called ~ check X degree encyclopedia ~ said two words are universal hhhh

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The devil is not a slag...