When we returned to Taiyuan, it was already around four o'clock in the morning of the next day. The streets were deserted. I don't know when the fog started, and the visibility was extremely low.
I slept all the way. As soon as I jumped off the car, a layer of cold water vapor immediately stuck to my skin. My head was a little clearer. I waved to Xing Wei and turned to leave. But when I walked to the door of the store, I suddenly remembered something very important. If the tomb of the ancestors was in trouble, it would be easy for the descendants to worship and be affected by bad luck. After returning home, it is best to pat your body with grapefruit leaves dipped in water before entering the door, or step over the charcoal fire basin, and immediately prepare to remind Xing Wei.
However, when I turned back, I saw a strange scene.
Xing Wei's car was still parked on the side of the road, and the open window was not closed. Through the window, I saw him curled up in the driver's seat, with his head drooping, not knowing what he was doing. Under the dim light from the dashboard, his face was twitching strangely, his skin was piled up like fat, full of wrinkles, as if he was smiling, his teeth were white...
This look made me feel an inexplicable horror, and I couldn't help but shout: "Hey, what are you doing?"
Xing Wei coughed lightly, straightened his body a little, and said: "Nothing, it's just that what happened today was too strange, and I was a little distracted..."
After that, he closed the car window, stepped on the accelerator, and left as if he was escaping.
I just thought he was scared by the series of things that happened today, and didn't think much about it. After turning back to the house, I immediately looked for the book of Xuankong School Feng Shui in the store. My intuition told me that the seven-combination tomb was most likely related to the polar murderous burial pavilion.
Unfortunately, after searching for most of the day, I still couldn't find the book. I was exhausted. I was sweating profusely and sitting on the chair, panting. I looked at the time and thought that I should wait until dawn to call my father to ask.
I was not calm. Today's incident was the first time I experienced it myself. After all, I had mostly heard about it before. In my opinion, the theory of ghosts and gods is true or false. My industry is more of a charlatan. Now my three views have been overturned. I have to start to seriously examine the various methods and sayings left by my ancestors.
I was thinking about it and fell asleep unknowingly.
This sleep was not peaceful. I felt a chill on my face in a daze, like a worm crawling, very strange, even disgusting. I wanted to wake up countless times, but my eyelids were heavy, as if I was trapped in a cage and couldn't get out. Finally, I vaguely heard a low snicker.
"Hehehe..."
The laughter was cold and I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. It was full of an indescribable treacherous smell.
I was covered with hair. Perhaps the fear gave me strength to tear the restraints. The moment I suddenly opened my eyes, a pale face came into my sight, like an old Japanese geisha, with thick white powder on her face. It was short, no different from a six or seven-year-old child, but with a head bigger than an adult. The huge face was like a plate, and the clothes were weird. It was riding on me, almost face to face with me, laughing sinisterly.
The fear was like an abyss and an ocean, swallowing and enveloping me. In panic, I yelled, grabbed a ruler from the table, and slapped it on this big face.
Crack!
The ruler went straight through the face of this thing and smashed the glass of the bookcase opposite.
The thing disappeared silently, as if it had never existed.
"What on earth is that? A ghost?"
I swallowed hard, trembling all over, the fear still following me.
Dong, dong, dong!
At this time, there were muffled footsteps on the stairs behind me.
I was still in shock, thinking that thing was coming again, and I almost ran away in fear. However, after seeing who was coming upstairs, I was greatly relieved.
This was a very beautiful woman, very tall, at least 175 cm tall, not much different from me. The loose pajamas could not hide her slender figure, and the sketch facing the sky was still beautiful and refined. She looked a little tired, probably just woken up by the noise downstairs.
Her name is Zhang Xinya, a tenant. The small building my father left me has two floors. The first floor is a storefront and I use it for business. There are two rooms on the second floor. I use one and rent the other to her. We are all young people. We get along well on weekdays, but we are not close friends. After all, we are not from the same world. I only know that she seems to be a white-collar worker with a good income. She is a few years older than me. She lives in this run-down urban village just because it is close to her workplace. I don't know much more.
Anyway, this should be a living person. For me at this moment, as long as she is a living person, I can feel more at ease. I breathed a sigh of relief. Just as I was about to speak, I saw that Zhang Xinya, who was originally sleepy, suddenly became energetic. Her expression was as if she had seen a ghost. She rubbed her eyes hard and looked at me again...
"Ghost!"
A sharp and shrill scream rose up, almost breaking through the sky, and the scream was hoarse, making my eardrums buzz, and there was a kind of pain!
Zhang Xinya screamed and turned to rush upstairs.
"Again?"
She called me like that, and I was frightened. I turned around, but there was nothing behind me, and there was no trace of that thing.
"Run away!"
I was anxious, and I cursed and chased Zhang Xinya. Although I can't subdue demons, I have rich theoretical knowledge.
Generally speaking, that thing will attack people who are alone, because people have yang energy, and that kind of thing is most afraid of yang energy. When there are many people, the yang energy gathers together. This is the most basic way to protect yourself!
Unexpectedly, as soon as I caught up with her, Zhang Xinya came back and rushed down the stairs angrily. Her pretty face, which was originally fragile, was now extremely ferocious, with willow eyebrows raised, like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. She rushed over and suddenly pulled out a ball of white things and smashed them on my face.
I was stunned by her posture, and instinctively turned my head to avoid it. The thing hit the wall behind me with a "bang". When I saw what it was, my face turned green.
"Your head was caught by the door? A grown woman, you take out a sanitary napkin and slap it on people's faces? You..."
Before I could finish, the woman spitted at my face with blood foam.
This time I had no place to hide, and was sprayed all over my face. An unspeakable burning pain came from my face. I covered my face and squatted on the ground and howled. How could that taste be like being spitted on? It was no less than being splashed with sulfuric acid. The pain became more and more intense, and I couldn't help screaming. In the end, I was twitching all over and rolling on the ground, as if this could relieve the pain.
Until now, how could I not know that the ghost Zhang Xinya was talking about was me?
Whether it was the sanitary napkin or the blood from her tongue, they were sharp weapons to break the evil spirits and were means to deal with ghosts!
The old people said that women tend to be cold during menstruation because the yang energy is leaked out, so the menstrual blood contains a lot of yang energy, which just happens to restrain ghosts and gods. The used sanitary napkin is also called the red dragon, and some places call it the red dragon. It is really a must-have for walking at night.
Also, when she spitted at my face, she must have bitten the tip of her tongue. The blood from the tip of her tongue also has a strong yang energy and has the effect of breaking the evil spirits.
"If you follow me again, you will be in trouble. Do you really think I don't know anything?"
Zhang Xinya left a harsh word and ran away in a hurry. This time, she rushed out the door directly.
Or ten minutes?
Or an hour?
I don't know how long the pain lasted. It seemed like a century. When the pain gradually subsided, I couldn't lift any strength in my body and almost collapsed on the ground.
My attention finally shifted to myself. Although I didn't know how Zhang Xinya knew these strange methods, these methods for dealing with the dead were effective on me, which made me panic inexplicably...
I saw my hands, which were a pair of white hands that were almost creepy...
Swoosh...
The wind broke in from the open store door, and when it blew over my hands, a layer of white skin rolled up on my hands and shook.
"Paper?!"
I was stunned, looking at the paper hands exposed from the cuffs. After a moment of trance, I jumped up from the ground and rushed to the mirror next to the desk like a gust of wind.
Reflected in the mirror was an extremely weird face, with a horrible pale complexion, as if it was painted with a layer of white powder, eyebrows and eyes as if painted with ink pen, two blushes on both sides of the cheeks with a red pen, the corners of the mouth raised, as if smiling, ridiculously stiff...
Looking at this honor in the mirror, I was scared, my legs went weak, and I sat down on the ground.
"Paper doll..."
I muttered to myself, how could I not see that the doll in the mirror was the kind of paper doll used to bury the dead?