"Miss Zhuang, last night, was that ghost still haunting you?"
Ye Shaoyang suddenly remembered this and asked.
"No, since Mr.
Ye came, there is no longer the feeling of someone peeping around, and I sleep very peacefully."
Zhuang Yuning praised from the bottom of his heart, "It's really thanks to Mr.
Ye." ” Ye Shaoyang asked her to take off the talisman, hold it in her hand, and perceive it with her qi, and found that the ghost qi in the bloodstone was a little thicker, and her heart moved, last night, the ghost boy still came!
And he didn't give up the erosion of the amulet, although he was surprised in his heart, but after all, things were developing according to his expectations, so there was nothing to worry about.
In order not to make Zhuang Yuning nervous, he didn't say anything about it, looked at the violent rain curtain outside, and said to Zhuang Yuning: "It's the heaviest on rainy days, you should be careful tonight."
After thinking about it, he reached out to grab Zhuang Yuning's hand.
"Mr.
Ye, ...... you" Waiting for Zhuang Yuning to react, his hand had already been grabbed by him.
Ye Shaoyang didn't say much, took out a cinnabar pen from his belt, and drew palm thunder in her palm.
Only then did Zhuang Yuning react, quietly looking at him with a focused expression, and feeling the temperature of his hand being held by him, and a strange feeling slipped through his heart.
"This palm thunder, don't wash it off, in case something happens at that time, I don't have time to arrive, you just take a breath at the palm of your hand, and then slap it on the ghost, which can temporarily force it back."
Zhuang Yuning spread out his palm, looked at the Pisces pattern in his palm, and said in surprise: "Why do you want to be angry, what is the principle?"
” "This palm thunder is activated by yang energy, so ordinary people can also use it, yang energy comes out of the life lamp, and people only have three life lights, so you can only use it three times, don't use it unless it is critical."
Zhuang Yuning said: "What should I do after three times?"
” Ye Shaoyang smiled and said, "Before you use up three breaths, I will definitely arrive." ” The heavy rain stopped after two hours, but the sky was gray, this kind of weather was obviously not suitable for going out to play, the three of them had to stay at home, Zhuang Yuning played the piano, although Ye Shaoyang didn't understand music, but he still heard a trace of trouble and melancholy from the melodious sound of the piano, I don't know if it was the original intention of the song, or the effect of her mood.
After eating in the evening, Ye Shaoyang returned to his bedroom, continued to draw talismans, and continued to draw until late at night, when suddenly it was dark in front of him, the power went out, and he was shocked, so he hurriedly came to the balcony, stretched out his head to look at other buildings, and it was also pitch black, so he put his mind at ease, guessing that there was something wrong with the wires after the storm, and no one would have come to repair it in the middle of the night, so he had to close the doors and windows tightly and go to bed.
Less than half an hour after he slept, the rain began to fall again.
A click of lightning woke Zhuang Yuning from his dream, sat up, touched his mobile phone and glanced at it, at half past twelve in the morning, the wind and rain outside the window were mixed, slapping on the glass window, making a rhythmic weird sound, Zhuang Yuning immediately felt a burst of nervousness, reached out to turn on the light, but it didn't turn on.
Blackout?
Zhuang Yuning touched the TV remote control from the bedside, pressed the power button, and wanted to check whether it was a real power outage or the lights or switches were burned, but after waiting for a few seconds, the TV lit up and a snowflake appeared.
Zhuang Yuning was stunned for a moment, the signal is not good?
But this is Internet TV, and it's not closed-circuit TV, so even if there is no signal, there will be no such ancient thing as snowflake spots?
Just when she was distracted, the TV screen lit up little by little, and the picture appeared, Zhuang Yuning breathed a sigh of relief, lost her sleepiness for a while, and didn't care about the common sense that you can't use electrical appliances on thunderstorms, leaned on the head of the bed, and waited for the screen to become clear little by little: The picture is black and white, under the dim sky, a group of people with lanterns, walking on a ridge, the picture quality is very low, the lens is far away, you can't see the faces of these people, you can only judge by the shape and hair length, there are men and women.
A few of them were playing suona-like instruments, a stream of mournful music, coming out through the speakers of the TV, the people listening were terrified, Zhuang Yuning hurriedly changed the channel, but the screen was still black and white, it seemed that it was still the same few people just now, carrying a coffin, digging a grave for burial, Zhuang Yuning hurriedly changed the channel.
The picture turns to a dilapidated room, a woman with long hair, sitting on a small bench, holding a large child in her arms, holding a large needle like an awl, sewing the child's face.
The light in the room is very dim, the picture quality is poor, and the child's appearance is not clear at all, Zhuang Yuning suspects that it is a rag doll, the picture has been played for a long time, the woman has been sewing and sewing there, this strange picture makes Zhuang Yuning feel an ominous premonition, and quickly change the channel, but no matter what button is pressed, the picture does not react, and it can't even be turned off.
What's going on?
Zhuang Yuning stared at the screen, only to find that there was no station mark on the screen, nothing was ......
Hurriedly walked to the TV, tried to pull the plug off, but at a glance saw the socket, stunned for a few seconds, and his head exploded, and the sky spun around, staring stupidly at the empty socket panel and the plug hanging behind the TV.
Television set......
Not plugged in at all!
Zhuang Yuning slowly retreated, sat on the bed, staring at the TV screen with a pair of empty eyes, on the screen, the camera was getting closer and closer, and slowly aimed at the "rag doll", which was a boy's face, with his eyes closed, and his face was full of wounds, some of which had been sewn up.
Very thick black lines, like ugly centipedes, lying on the white skin.
The woman held a long needle in her hand, passed the black line through the white skin of the rag doll again and again, sewed the wounds on both sides together, and the camera gradually zoomed in, at this time, the woman looked at the camera, slowly lifted her hair, and grinned at Zhuang Yuning, actually ......
It's exactly the same as your own face, no, that's your own face!
Before Zhuang Yuning could recover from the shock, the "rag doll" in the camera suddenly opened her eyes, stared at her with a pair of bloodshot eyes, opened her mouth, and laughed at herself.
Laughter not only came from the TV, but also behind him, Zhuang Yuning turned around abruptly and saw a snow-white boy standing in the rain outside the window, his hands slapping the window glass.
"Ahh Zhuang Yuning screamed, stepped back, and fell on the bed.
At this time, the snow-white child had reached out to open the window, and his body squeezed in, and his arm touched the red line with the frightening bell, and immediately the bell rang, and the boy's voice quickly disappeared, and the television was turned off, and the room was pitch black.
As if nothing had happened.