Chapter 9 You've been dead for at least two hundred years

A fighter?

This Impermanence is slightly shorter than him, and although he cannot see the whole picture, his eyes are slightly rounded. If this is considered fierce, the word fierce may have been redefined before he knew it.

Song Futan looked at Lan He's confident look, "Did you know that the height of the hat can't be counted in the height?"

Lan He: "..."

"My boss has certified it!" Lan He angrily took off his hat and held it in his arms, and said with a messy hair, "My war donkey can plough the evil ghost, so don't look down on it... By the way, it is in the end. Where?"

The paper donkey he folded was of good quality, and he didn't even look at Lao Bai and asked him to send it to Miaogan Mountain. If it weren't for manual damage, it should last a long time.

After Song Futan finished speaking, he suspected that he was being too sarcastic, but he seemed to be angry for three seconds after seeing impermanence. He also quietly looked away from Lan He's hair, and said nonchalantly, "It? You can continue watching the play."

Lan He turned to look at the stage and put his hat back on.

I saw that the "mother-in-law" was oppressed by the "daughter-in-law", but justice came from heaven, and a character wearing an official robe came out from behind the scenes, accompanied by a group of small officials, and yelled loudly: "I am the king of the underworld, Yama, The daring woman doesn't even kneel down!"

The other characters hurriedly knelt down, and the evil mother-in-law played by Li Chuan took a peek at it and found that there was still a piece of paper money hanging on the ear of the "King Yama". I was a little speechless when I was afraid. This is an old custom, but hanging paper money is a living person pretending to be a ghost. What kind of fun are you a ghost...

"King Yama" is here to preside over justice.

"The Qin family disrespects the elders and bullies wanton, and now I will punish you into a live donkey and let my mother-in-law ride!"

"King Yama" gave an order, and the "daughter-in-law" was surrounded by small officials and put on "donkey skin", turning into a donkey, and her hind legs were not very flexible.

The wicked have their revenge, and the audience applauded enthusiastically, "Good! Good!"

It's just that the little lame donkey that appeared out of thin air looked up, ah-ang cried twice, and stood up.

The little official panicked, "Ms. Qin, why are you going!"

The little lame donkey doesn't care what Qin Shi is not Qin Shi, he kicked him away with a flick of his hind hoof, jumped off the stage, and revealed Li Chuan lying on his back behind him. It didn't care about the tricks, it limped in front of Lan He, and put its head on his palm.

Song Futan explained by the side: "It was borrowed by them before."

After he left his soul, he originally wanted to go back with the paper donkey. When he encountered these lonely ghosts, he wanted to ask them some old things about the capital because of the need for writing. Broken... just follow.

Lan He raised his hand and touched the donkey's ears twice. Before anything happened, he heard the group of ghosts who finally realized his existence burst out screaming: "The scorpion is here! Run!"

Lan He: "..."

It's fine if you don't run, as soon as Lan He runs, he subconsciously wants to stop.

He saw the ghosts jumping to the side, the fan spread out, and the fan slammed twice, the ghosts were involuntarily fanned back a few steps, one of them was trying to escape, but Song Futan reached out and stopped it.

That wild ghost didn't take it seriously, it was just a living soul, and he reached out to grab him.

Song Futan didn't dodge or evade, and before the ghost's hand reached out, the rosary under his lead rose with a faint golden glow, stabbing the wild ghost and flipping out, his figure blurred for a moment. And Song Futan was still in the same place, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Lan He was also taken away, and scolded: "Don't move, squat down with your head in place!"

These are all lonely and wild ghosts. How can they have the courage to fight against evil spirits? They are not good enough. Otherwise, they will not be able to change a single item. in place.

"Are you all right?" Lan He asked the two living people, remembering that there were still two unlucky people here.

His tone was gentle and kind, but Meng Qing and Li Chuan shivered. In their eyes, Lan He is not much different from other ghosts... After trembling for a long time, he boldly complained: "We want to go back, but we don't do it voluntarily."

The kid who played "Yan Luowang" squatted and jumped two steps here, vying to take the initiative: "Master, we know it's wrong, it's just a play addiction, it's the first time for me to play the role of His Royal Highness. I, I reported and exposed, and I took the blame and made merit!"

He said, pointing to another wild ghost: "He used to like to secretly play "Curse Yama", and he liked to hum the sentence '

Yayah, heard that the Five Halls of Yama, Qin Guanghui'..."

"Bah, haven't you acted in "The Judge"?"

The two ghosts scolded each other and fought into a ball.

When Lan Luo's eyes ended, she still wanted to laugh, "It's alright, it's alright, these are not to be investigated, but people and ghosts have different ways, you bully the living and force them to sing, it's really a bully act. Punish you... Give me the fruit!"

To be honest, he went down the mountain and felt that he could eat a little more, but he had only eaten meat before, so he wanted some fruits and vegetables...

The ghosts looked at each other in dismay, and most of the ghosts asked for money and incense.

Lan He: "Hurry up and give it to me, I know you have it. It's not long before Qingming!"

Ghosts: "..."

Living people: "..."

A ghost can eat a full meal for a year at most. A few days ago at Qingming, did catch some food, just like a living person celebrating the New Year, very happy. There are indeed some dishes left, just like the dishes on the New Year's Eve are never finished.

It's just that it's too reluctant to hand it over to Impermanence.

Lan He: "Come on, hand over the food."

He ate one by one, this one wanted an orange, the other took away two apples and put together a fruit basket.

Lan He was very satisfied with the results of the battle, but as soon as he killed the ghost, he started to cry, "Why are you crying? Why didn't you think about crying when you were scary?"

The ghost at the head wiped his tears and said, "Come on, sir, are you really not going to investigate the matter of singing?"

The messenger has no credibility either. What he is afraid of is that this "everyone has come" master will be held accountable for taking the fruit, and in the end, he will scrape them all to pieces.

"Don't do any harm to others, I don't care what you do when you sing a show." Lan He said, "Don't say it, it's okay to sing, I'll come again next time."

"..." They all bowed their heads, not daring to take up this stubble, and hesitantly, "The tribute is also on, we retire."

Lan He moved his fingers, and they quickly slipped away.

Lan He took the confiscated bunch of fruits and asked Li Chuan, Meng Qing and Song Futan, "Do you want to eat?"

Three people: "..."

Especially Meng Qing, she thinks that ghosts will be too approachable to "people"... This "people" is a little scared.

Lan He gave an orange by himself: "You can go too, go back quickly."

can go back? Li Chuan almost lost his strength and sat on the spot, he thought he would not be able to walk.

Li Chuan and Mengqing were both trembling. Although they picked up the oranges, how could they dare to eat them? Maybe they would turn into leaves the next day. It's not always like this in "Liao Zhai"...

Although this ghost clerk helped them, it was also a ghost, and it looked terrifying.

The two thought that the other party might have lived for hundreds of years, so they performed an ancient ritual for him, and then they ran away hand in hand without looking back.

These two seem to be born in the 80s at most, how can they still bow their knees when they say goodbye. Lan He pondered while eating oranges.

...

Li Chuan and Meng Qing ran wildly at night with oranges in their hands, not daring to turn their heads. Fortunately, Li Chuan had a good memory and ran all the way back to the Leisure Villa. The door was closed at night, and only the guard room was lit.

The two rushed over and knocked on the door. The doorman saw two people with disheveled hair and disguised as horns, appearing outside with a somewhat terrified expression, and frowned, "What's the matter?"

"Hello, we are the actors of the Kawamoto class who came to perform here today. Can we go in for a while?"

The guard looked at it, the actor looked like an actor, but...

"Everyone in Chuanyuan's class is inside, no one is going out, and the performance is over now, don't you say you're late?"

"No, we are really actors." Still the lead actor, but Meng Qing didn't know how to explain it, "Well, can you lend us a phone call, and we can ask the class teacher to pick it up."

They were not allowed to bring their cellphones when they went on stage, and they were taken away as soon as they got out of the backstage.

The doorman agreed and dialed the number for them, and the head teacher of Chuanyuan class really came to pick it up.

When the head teacher saw the two of them, he said strangely: "When did you go out and talk to friends secretly? I was looking for you, and said that we would have supper together, why did you disappear after the performance, you came back in time, and the supper just finished. it is good."

"Huh... The class leader, we..." Li Chuan suddenly stopped when he said this. Thinking of what the class leader had just said, he asked, "The supper just finished? The class leader, what time is it now?"

The class teacher glanced at the phone, "It's a few minutes to ten."

"It's not even ten o'clock?!"

Li Chuan and Mengqing looked at each other. The performance ended at 9:30. So, after the performance, they got lost for a long time. After the performance, they ran back. It was only half an hour later?

"Hey, where did the orange come from, give it to me, I'm thirsty." How could the class leader know what they were thinking, these two are talented and beautiful, and the class kept teasing them, so he suspected that they were having a tryst and pretended to be stupid. Look at this sweaty, hehe.

Mengqing was stunned when the class teacher took the orange, which was a small orange. As soon as he broke it and squeezed it again, half of it went into his mouth.

"...Wait!" Meng Qing didn't have time to stop, and watched the class master swallow it.

The two looked at the class teacher cautiously, "Are you all right?"

"What's the matter? It's okay, um, I just feel that the oranges are not particularly fresh." The head teacher said.

Li Chuan murmured: "Maybe it's because of the Qingming Festival to the present..."

...

The wasteland that was bustling just now was left with Lan He and Song Futan in a blink of an eye.

Song Futan watched Lan He stuff the orange into his mouth under the mask, and he was a little curious about this impermanent appearance, but since the other party would rather eat this troublesomely than take off the mask, I am afraid there will be unspeakable pain.

He looks very lively, could it be that his death is too tragic...

Song Futan looked at him inquiringly, "Why don't you pursue those wild ghosts "Curse Yama"?"

Lan He glanced at him and said faintly, "I am under the command of King Taishan. What does King Yama's affairs have to do with me?"

Song Futan: "..."

"Just kidding, I don't think it's necessary. I know that the content of the play actually said that someone scolded King Yama in order to avenge a loyal minister, and King Yama returned Yang. It's nothing." Lan He said.

Song Futan thought about it for a while, and felt that this joke was indeed more humorous.

And they all said that little devils are difficult to deal with, and he is quite reasonable.

"You're right." Song Futan asked, "How long have you been dead?"

ah?

Lan He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then how long do you think I've been dead?"

Song Futan thought of the ancient ceremony that the two of them performed just now. Impermanence has no objection, so at least...

"Two hundred years?"

Lan He: "Almost."

He blushed secretly and told another lie, which was really a trick.

The little lame donkey roared loudly and went to the waist of Song Futan.

Song Futan tugged at its ears in disgust.

"It's reminding us that it's getting late, it's time to return to the soul!" Lan He said, "Let's go, I'll give you a ride... Don't look at me like that, I won't slap you anymore."

All return to the city, the road should be the same.

Song Futan didn't ride a paper donkey this time, and he only rode it for the first time. This time, he walked with Lan He in the dark, holding a limping little donkey in his hand.

It's quite fateful, Lan He thought, and asked, "Before... your rosary seemed to be very powerful, and those ghosts couldn't touch you."

The fish on the back looks even more glittering, and the fish on the back of the rosary is used to gather yang energy. The so-called back is yang, and the chest is yin, so it hangs behind the back.

When Song Futan blocked the wild ghost, the other party couldn't approach him.

"This is left by an eminent monk." Song Futan twisted the rosary, "I often leave my soul, and with it, I can protect my soul, and evil spirits will not invade."

"Do you often leave the soul? It's a bit miserable." Lan Hexin said that it was no wonder that he saw him again so soon, "but luckily there are experts to help you. My colleague told me that the capital is the place with the most liars and the most skilled people. "

Song Futan rarely has the opportunity to talk about this with people, and it is difficult to even write about it in his pen. He mocked: "There are many wronged souls, and the world is already divided between people and ghosts. In the mouth of a liar, if there is insomnia and more dreams, how can He also started with a hundred years of grievances, and ghosts seem to be insufficient..."

Lan He couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha!"

Although the lower half of his face is not visible, his eyes are curved, full of starlight and a smile.

Song Futan also pulled the corner of his mouth, softening his arrogant breath and cold and handsome facial features.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, thinking about something, and there was a moment of silence.

Name is an important symbol in the world of ghosts and gods.

It has more special significance than the living world, and all creatures treat it with more caution.

Lan He wanted to ask the other party's name in his heart, but he was worried that he was impermanent now, and no one would be willing to tell the ghosts their names, and ordinary people were afraid of being called by ghosts and died.

So he thought about it for a long time, and just said: "The oranges I grabbed are a little stale..."

Song Futan wanted to know the name of this impermanence, but ghosts and gods would not easily share their real names with others. In some religions, the way of writing the real names of ghosts and gods is not even a secret.

So he hesitated for a moment, but only echoed: "A little bit, but it's still sweet."

...

Song family.

Song Futan's body lay flat on the bed, motionless.

Mother Song rubbed her brows, "What should I do, why does the frequency of Fu Tan's soul-leaving increase so that nothing will happen? Look, why is this..."

Song Qiyun comforted his wife: "Don't worry, let's call Master Fufu."

It was late at night, the bell rang for a long time, and then the connection was over there, but the Master did not move, "Mr. Song, I am Sikong, the master has rested, and he said that if you call tonight, let me know. You, Fu Tan will be fine."

"...Sorry for disturbing you." Song Qiyun and his wife thought that they were not moving Mage, they knew they would call, which made them feel a little more at ease, "But, can Master Sikong tell us why? This is the second time he has left his soul this week."

Sikong's voice was warm and calm on the phone: "It's just that the capital is not peaceful recently, but the master said that Futan is a red lotus with a sick body. Although its physique is special, it is easy to attract evil spirits, but its nature is like a lotus, so it doesn't matter. He moved, and there was Master's Buddha bead to protect his body. The evil spirits led him away from his soul, but they couldn't hurt him. You just need..."

Sikong was talking, but was interrupted by Mother Song: "Wait, Master Sikong."

She looked at her son's face carefully, confirmed it again, and then said in shock: "Fu Tan hasn't returned to his soul, but he was just smiling, what does this mean? It's never happened before."

If you think about it with your brain, you know that the soul is out of the body, and all you see are monsters and monsters, how can you laugh.

And it's not a weird smile, not a miserable smile, or a happy smile that is rarely shown.

The other end of the phone was also silent, Sikong's calm was broken, and he said with a confused tone: "Master didn't say... Maybe he encountered some interesting ghosts this time?"