Yin Yang ghost hunter

"I do not believe."

I shook my head firmly. Now is the new century, and we must put an end to the theory of strange powers and gods.

Or I prefer to believe in my heart that it is because this jade pendant is extremely valuable and has been coveted by people for a long time. Just when I left, someone came to snatch the jade pendant. They couldn't find the jade pendant and got angry and killed my grandfather. I

When my mother saw this scene, she was frightened to death. Then they kidnapped my father. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong. How could my mother be frightened to death?! And even if someone came to snatch things, wouldn't they call for help?

?

But from the words of the neighbors, it can be heard that my house was quiet that night, and there was no special noise.

"Don't believe it? Then come and touch it."

Man Ye knocked on the bed, pointed at my grandfather's throat, and said.

I was stunned for a moment and kept touching, still not afraid. I walked to my grandfather and touched his throat because it was out of my way. Grandpa’s skin was very dry, but when I touched the black palm prints, I felt that the black fingerprints were also there.

It was different, it was very cold, like a piece of ice, and the coldness penetrated my palm. Just when I felt a little strange, Master Man suddenly pulled my arm away with one hand.

I raised my eyes and glanced at my palms. There was a faint black mist spreading, but it quickly dissipated.

"Do you believe it now? These are ghost handprints. If you don't have enough yang energy to dispel them, these ghost handprints will not disappear. Just look at your grandfather and you will know."

Man Ye pointed at Grandpa and took another puff of cigarette.

I looked at my grandpa again. He was already so thin that he was inhuman shape, dry and without a trace of heat in his body. The ghost handprints on his neck were particularly obvious.

If according to Man Ye's statement, Grandpa has died, and once the Yang Qi disperses, these ghost fingerprints will remain on it.

After I walked out of the bedroom in a daze, my neighbors started to organize the funeral. In my eyes, my only relative now is Master Man, and Master Man is taking care of everything.

In the afternoon, Fat Hei came back and said that he had asked the teacher for a few days off for me. Hei Fat had been watching me carefully, for fear that I would do something self-harm. He thought I was like him and Hei Fat was in school.

If a girl rejects her, she will cry, make a fuss, and hang herself, life or death.

I have no intention of dealing with Hei Pang now. In just half a day, the funeral shed has been set up. Two coffins are placed on both sides of the mourning hall. My father still did not show up, but a strange man came.

A very familiar man.

This man is very handsome and mature. He looks like he is only thirty years old. He is wearing a black suit and black shiny leather shoes. His hair is straight back and shiny. When I see the look between his eyebrows, I think of

I heard about my missing father, and there was a very kind feeling about this man.

Next to him there was a young man about the same age as me. The young man was very slender but not thin. He looked like he exercised regularly. He was dressed very casually and his hair was cut very short. But strangely, he wore

He wears a very strange pair of glasses, only half of which is brown and round. It just covers his left eye tightly, but it can also see the delicate contours of his face, as well as his fair skin.

Skin, seeing this, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, people in the city just eat well.

I knelt next to the altar table and raised my head. Each of them took three sticks of incense. I didn't see them lighting a fire. Instead, I held three sticks of sandalwood with clasped hands. I didn't know what I was saying in my mouth. The sandalwood suddenly lit up. I

I rubbed my eyes and it was indeed lit. Then they put the incense into the bamboo tube on the altar table. Half of the bamboo tube was filled with white rice. A lot of the sandalwood on it had burned out. The man turned his head and stared at me. He was originally dull.

A smile actually appeared on his face.

"It's Xiao Yuan, right? I haven't seen you for more than ten years, but you are getting older and more handsome. I am Zhong Shan, and I am also your uncle."

He walked up to me, helped me up, and began to introduce himself. Then he pointed at the indifferent young man next to him, waved and said:

"Zhongli, this is your cousin, come and say hello."

This young man named Zhong Li glanced at me, his eyes were extremely deep, as if he could see through people inside and out. He nodded, and then his eyes fell on my uncle, with a trace of hatred in his eyes and a cold snort in his nose.

With a sound, he took out an apple from his pocket and walked out of the lobby.

"You kid!"

The uncle looked at Zhongli who was leaving with some annoyance, his face full of embarrassment. He turned his head, stared at me and said:

"Xiao Yuan, don't be angry. Your cousin is like this. He is not bad. By the way, it was your master who informed me. I will leave this place to me. He will be buried later. You are still young, so don't

Come here, and you will be keeping vigil with Zhongli tonight, so go and have some rest."

I nodded blankly, then left here and went to find Master Man. Master Man said that he was indeed my uncle, and it was he who informed him to come over. When I heard Master Man’s confirmation, I felt relieved.

I went to the bedroom alone, but unexpectedly Zhongli was sitting in front of my desk, staring out the window in a daze.

"Cousin."

I called him. Although it was the first time we met, etiquette was indispensable. More importantly, he was a kid from the city. A normal funeral would only be completed in three days. I didn’t know if he could be there.

I'm used to staying here.

Zhong Li came back to his senses, glanced at me lightly, nodded, and said nothing.

Although we are cousins, the first time we met, it was almost like a stranger. He didn't speak, and I had nothing to say. I put on my clothes and fell asleep. Although today is only the first day, many people have already come. More will be posted tomorrow.

I'm tired, and more importantly, I have to keep a vigil tonight.

I slept until evening, then woke up. The light in the room was a little dim, and there was a fishy smell in the air, like the smell of dead fish.

Everything seemed to be quiet outside the window, and the sounds of playing sad music disappeared. It was still noisy at first, but why did it disappear all of a sudden? I stood up, walked to the door of the room, and wanted to open the door. I found that the door seemed to be like the wall.

It's stuck together and can't be opened no matter what.

The air around me is a bit cold. I am obviously wearing a military jacket and it is very warm and tight. How can I feel so cold? Could it be that my cousin was sitting by the window and forgot to close the window?

I was about to turn around when I suddenly felt a gaze staring at me from behind. I felt a chill on my back and got goosebumps on my skin.

"Cousin?"

I turned around and saw a dark shadow standing beside the bed, motionless. The sky outside had darkened for a while. I couldn't see the figure clearly. He didn't reply when I called him, and I didn't know what it was.

I just came in at that time.

"Grandson."

A familiar voice came over, and I felt my scalp was going crazy. This... wasn't this my grandfather's voice? He... wasn't he dead!