After the rain, the air becomes extremely clean.
I stood quietly on the balcony on the second floor, looking up at the starry sky.
The sky was full of stars, and a crescent moon hung high in the sky.
The silver moonlight shines on the earth, and you can clearly see the entire courtyard.
The sound of crickets is constantly coming from the courtyard, which is a bit chaotic and a bit panicky.
Why, why is the world so big, why, it’s me "Xiao Rui, it's almost time."
Xiaomi opened the door and walked in, walked to me and squatted down next to me.
"Xiaomi, tell me, when will I be able to see her?"
I said something for a long time, more like asking myself than asking about it.
It didn't speak and just stayed with me quietly.
Maybe it didn't know.
The small building I live in is a hundred years old and has been passed down from my ancestors.
It is far away from the city.
There is usually nothing going on here and it is very quiet here.
The appearance of the small building is a bit out of date, and after a hundred years, it looks very old, but the inside is well preserved.
The first floor is the living room, which is usually used to receive guests.
Although we don’t have many guests, perhaps the biggest feature of the entire first floor is the 42-inch LCD TV.
Xiaomi begged me to buy it some time ago for the joy of watching it.
Next to it is a gray sofa and coffee table.
I placed a hammock and a large potted plant next to the window sill, as well as my mother’s wine rack, Xiaomi’s comic bookshelf, kitchen, and bathroom.
There are four rooms on the second floor, mom's, mine, Xiaomi's, and one that I can't get into.
And tonight, what I need to go to is the basement.
Speaking of our witch clan, we have existed since the birth of human beings.
In the past, we were divine envoys responsible for communicating with gods.
Later, we became priests who predict the future.
Later, humans no longer need us.
There are many things in the world that appear too quickly and disappear too quickly.
Ever since humans didn't trust us, we have been abandoned by the whole world.
We have divine power that surpasses humans, but we cannot reach the level of gods.
We have become neither human nor gods.
People are afraid of us, regard us as monsters, and regard us as demons.
God looks down upon us and treats us like ants, annihilating us at will.
Our clan suffered a calamity of genocide.
Being driven out and tortured, many tribesmen died in confusion and resentment.
The anger rising to the sky was not only directed at the ignorant humans, but also at the aloof gods.
When humans persecute us and God ignores us, we are the only ones who have not given up on ourselves.
The ancestors activated the forbidden technique and exchanged their lives for time.
Since then, our blood can clot for time.
Perhaps because of too much resentment, we broke away from the three realms and were no longer bound by the laws of heaven and earth.
However, the price we paid was the curse of generations.
Since then, we have been in the business of selling souls.
Each generation must continue to collect human souls until the next generation becomes an adult.
"Dong dong dong" At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, the ancient clock hanging on the wall rang.
When the last sound rang, the hour and minute hands suddenly spun rapidly.
In the villa, day and night were changing rapidly, and light and dark were constantly alternating.
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With a click, the cup fell to the ground and broke.
Everything is back to normal again.
I stood in front of the mirror with my hair loose, but my figure was not in it.
A witch costume was hanging there quietly.
At this moment, I really wanted to escape, but I couldn't.
I forced myself to slowly close my eyes.
When I opened them, the clothes were already on my body.
"Let's go" I picked up the miko's notebook and went downstairs.
Xiaomi followed me slowly behind, and even wore a small black tie around his neck.
This tie was definitely of his own making, and it was pretty.
The door leading to the basement was placed on the first floor, but no one would break in by mistake.
The witch clan is a secret to the world.
How could our ancestors leave the door there for others to discover?
I walked under the ancient clock, pasted the witch's note on the wall, and bit my left thumb.
Purple blood flowed out.
I dropped the blood on the witch's note and started to activate the spell.
The ancient clock It starts to rotate again, only this time it is counterclockwise.
When the minute hand returns to the original point again, everything will return to the far point.
Time stands still and our work begins A door appeared on the wall below the ancient clock.
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
The door to the basement opened and it was dark.
I picked up the mermaid candle on the wall and walked down the stairs with the weak candlelight.
"Xiao Rui, this guest is quite well-established, hehe."
The candle smoke rose slowly and transformed into a young girl.
She was dressed in silk and satin and had a beautiful appearance.
Even though she had lived for thousands of years, she spoke like a child.
She floated in front with a smile, as if she couldn't wait.
I don’t know which generation of owner Xiaoyan signed the soul contract with.
A recent comic mentioned it.
It is said that she was made of mermaid grease and should have been in the tomb of Qin Shihuang.
I remember when I saw this, She and Xiaomi almost ran away from home just to find her so-called sisters, although in the end nothing happened.
I don't know what kind of coincidence made her become the soul of our clan.
Come to think of it, it must be an obsession that I can't let go of.
"Xiao Yan, you are not disciplined.
Did you secretly talk to customers?"
Xiaomi next to her looked at her with squinted eyes, but there was deep gloating in her tone.
"No way" Xiaoyan muttered softly, but she looked a little guilty and glanced at me secretly.
"Go back and memorize the family rules again.
If you do it again next time, you will not be lenient."
I said expressionlessly, the family rules cannot be broken.
"Oh."
She felt a little aggrieved and withdrew into the candle with tears in her eyes.
Before leaving, she didn't forget to give Xiaomi a hard look.
After a small interlude, I reached the deepest point.
The basement is actually more like a collection room.
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There are inevitably some collectors and artists among the ancestors, so in addition to putting some souls here, there are also many strange things.
The most frightening thing is a beautiful skin, smooth and tender skin, Xiao Qiao's facial features, OK, but...
Fake, after all, we are not allowed to kill people at will, and I heard that the skin is not human skin.
In fact, there used to be some skulls, human heads and other toys placed here, but they were just a prank on my mother.
Since I took over here two years ago, I have lost all those things.
Xiaomi laughed at me for a long time because of this, saying that I was scared and refused to let go.
I have no excuse, because it is true.
When I came here for the first time, I was really scared to tears.
It was okay when I was a child, Xiaomi would comfort me and coax me, but when I grew up, everything changed.
The old dog would always tell me bad things to make fun of me.
There is a question, what would you do if someone knew all your bad things?
kill him Unfortunately, this one is not only not a human, but also an old dog that cannot be killed.
The ghost during the day saw me preparing to salute, and for some unknown reason, put down the hand on my chest.
I glanced at him, said nothing, and turned into a small house.
I put the teacher's soul on my cabinet and touched it a few times before leaving.
In the small house, the rows of bottles were all collected by us, but except for mine, the rest were all empty.
They were placed there just as a souvenir.
After I came out, the ghost was still waiting for me.
I walked to the table and sat down, and Xiaomi squatted next to me.
"Aren't you afraid that I will go in?"
the ghost asked me.
"Are you able to get in?"
I didn't answer directly, but opened the note.
The Miko's Notes have existed since our ancestors opened the forbidden arts.
It records all the soul information we have collected over the past thousands of years, as well as the notes about the world made by the Miko clan.
It is like a dictionary, where you can find everything you have ever heard.
Or someone or something I haven’t heard of.
Maybe what he said just now made him pout too hard, so the ghost just sat there and said nothing.
In fact, I really tell the truth, only every generation of masters of our witch clan can enter the Soul House, and even Xiaomi can only guard outside.
"I heard that you are unwilling to answer Xiaomi's question."
I got straight to the point and I raised the question.
Originally, Xiaomi wanted to help him, so I asked Xiaomi to interrogate him.
However, he was a bit too ungrateful.
"I want to tell you."
He looked at me seriously and smiled.
"Then tell me."
Although I haven't met anyone, I have met a lot of ghosts, especially those with such playful smiles.
"My name is Wu Ti, Yujiulu Wu Ti."
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