Panguan

Xia Qiao was almost insane. He even rolled and crawled to stand up, but his legs were weak.

He even kicked a few times! While struggling, something cold suddenly tapped the back of his head.

Xia Qiao opened his voice with an "Ow", and he never breathed again, like a scream that had been stepped on by ten thousand feet. Until his mouth was stuffed by someone, a cold voice said in his ear: "Are you going to die?"

this sound...

Xia Qiao's fingers trembled and his nose widened. After staring at him for a few seconds, he turned his head, and when he saw the news, he was holding the lighter in one hand and the hand he was scratching with the other.

The air froze for a while before Xia Qiao finally realized that it was this ancestor who just stood by the incense table and lit the candle silently.

When he understood this, his tears fell for the rest of his life...

really cry.

Wen Shi frowned, and first warned, "I'll throw you out again", and then took off the ball of white linen filial piety in his mouth.

Xia Qiao cried and said, "Brother, I'm pointing at you to strengthen your courage. Why are you going to haunt me in person? Can't you sleep well?"

"..."

When I smelled it, I put the cloth back again.

He picked Xia Qiao up, and suddenly asked without end: "Do you want to know, what does it mean when people always say that you are clean?"

Xia Qiao cried halfway and didn't understand what he meant: "Ow?"

He said, "I'll let you see it once."

Before anyone could react, he scolded lowly, "Close your eyes."

Xia Qiao did it subconsciously, and then he felt that Wen Shi patted the top of his head, and then both shoulders. His eyes were suddenly slightly hot, accompanied by the smell of burning incense.

After three laps, the heat was far away.

"Open your eyes." Wen Shi said.

Xia Qiao was a little scared, but still opened his eyes, and then he was stupid.

In front of him was still the living room of the Shen family. The furnishings were the same, but the tone and outline were all bluish-grey, giving it an indescribably strange feeling.

Even more bizarrely, he caught a glimpse of a full-length mirror not far away. Almost screamed again.

There were two shadows reflected in the mirror, it should be him and Wen Shi.

The reason why it should be said is because it cannot be seen at all. In fact, the appearance has not changed, but the skin is amazingly white.

He actually has a mole on the tip of his nose and a shallow scar from his childhood on the corner of his eye, but in the mirror he has nothing, all the small flaws that ordinary people have. It was obviously his face, but it seemed to be another person, looking at him faintly without blinking.

In such a dark and dark environment, it is really a good seedling of haunting.

"What is this?" Xia Qiao's voice cracked.

He said, "What I see when I close my eyes."

Xia Qiao: "How did I become like this?"

Wen Shi said: "What you usually see is called the physical appearance, but what you see now is called the spiritual appearance."

"Normal people have black qi lingering around them, more or less, you don't have it. This is gānjing." Wen Shi's voice seemed colder at night.

Xia Qiao shook and looked at him in a panic. Only then did he realize that he also looked so spotless, but there was a... subtle difference.

Because the outline when smelling is semi-transparent, like a phantom.

"Brother Wen, you..." Xia Qiao stammered, "Why are you like this?"

Wen Shi said softly, "Because I am missing spiritual signs, I am empty. When will I find them all, and when will I be freed. This is why I came here."

Xia Qiao was dazed and a little startled. He was about to continue asking when he heard another cat-like scream outside the window.

Startled, he turned to look. I saw three slender figures reflected on the marble floor, twisted and turned into four limbs, arching their backs in a weird posture.

The shadows of their heads slanted 90 degrees and slowly turned towards the living room.

With the grey-green candlelight in the living room, Xia Qiao finally saw what those things looked like. They looked like shòu that had been run over, wild cats and dogs, with flat bodies and long, slender claws, but with human faces. Lying on his back, he came in from the outside, with black smoke lingering on his body, curling faintly, like entangled water plants.

Xia Qiao's heart was about to stop, and he asked in a loud voice, "What is this???"

Wen Shi said, "The chuī drummer you found."

Xia Qiao: "..."

When he thought about what he had been sleeping with these days, his scalp would explode!

Xia Qiao was going crazy: "What, what should I do?"

There was no expression when he smelled it, but his fingers folded his sleeves one by one.

"Brother Wen, are you okay?" Xia Qiao asked tentatively.

"I don't know." Wen Shi said.

Xia Qiao: "???"

He didn't speak again when he smelled it.

He really didn't know, if a long time ago, these gaps were not enough for him, but now, he really can't guarantee it. After all, he is not a real living person. He has no spiritual appearance, and it is dangerous to reach one-tenth of the original.

Most importantly...he was hungry.

Twenty-five years without really eating, he was very weak.

Just as he was pinching the knuckle of his index finger and was about to start, a bell rang suddenly, making Xia Qiao almost jump up in shock.

He hurriedly took out the troublesome thing-the mobile phone from his pocket, and almost fell into eight pieces. He wanted to press it directly, but his trembling finger accidentally scratched

At the same time, I didn't know what happened, and the front torch was also turned on.