After going around and around, Master finally took me to her friend's tombstone, where there was a black and white photo, and the person in the photo looked upright, worthy of being a soldier.
But the person in the photo, who doesn't look angry at all, should be the reason for the black and white photo.
Actually, I have always wondered about one thing, those black and white photos were taken when people were alive, but why do those black and white photos look so infiltrating?
Maybe that's a kind of psychological implication, we living people know that the person in the photo is dead, so we have a preconceived idea of everything, because we already know that the person is dead, we will feel a chill all over our body.
That kind of coolness goes deep into the bone marrow, and people can't help but want to shiver, the kind that the body and autonomous consciousness can't control.
Therefore, once people have this kind of psychological suggestion, they will often scare themselves, which is what the old man said that people are scary and scared to death.
Many of them are scared of themselves, not because of external factors, but because of the kind of people who subconsciously protect themselves when they encounter fear, they are extremely nervous, so that the whole body is in a state that cannot be relaxed.
"Master, is this your friend?"
I asked, looking at Master.
"Hmm" Master didn't want to say anything more to me, but only gave me a single note to indicate that she was answering my question.
I took a step forward, slowly crouched down, and looked at the picture on the tombstone, my eyes fixed on the empty eyes in the photograph.
Master also squatted down in my way, but her eyes had begun to slowly redden, although I did not turn my head to look at her, but I knew through the sound of her breathing that she was trying her best to hold back her emotions.
I stared at the picture on the tombstone, but I didn't see anything, and turned my head slightly to the side, trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary.
The direction to the right was safe, because that was the direction I had just entered the cemetery with Master, and when I turned my head to the left, a black shadow appeared in front of my eyes.
I took a heavy breath Oh, my God What a bunch of them The whole picture that appeared in front of me was like a gray wall, without any other color, and that gray made people feel oppressive.
Even if you open your mouth and want to take a big breath, you will still feel that you can't breathe deep into the lungs, and you will always be in a state of low pressure.
It is like having a pair of hands without any temperature, tightly and rigidly choking your neck, so that you have no way to breathe on your own.
I quietly turned my head in Master's direction, looked at her meaningfully, and observed the expression on her face, and found that she didn't seem to feel anything.
This may be because of her uprightness and forcibly suppressing the yin qi around her, so she was safe and sound the last time she came by herself.
This reassures me that since Master's own righteousness can suppress those souls, then it is the greatest guarantee for me.
If those souls discover the scent on my body, I will definitely have no problem protecting myself, and I don't have to worry about this at all, Master. aa2705221: