Chapter 1 Wedding

"Lu Yingjiu, there is only one way to break your natural doom: ghost marriage. As the saying goes, fight poison with poison, I will find you a beautiful and ferocious female ghost." The master with the goatee was swearing.

The master's mouth was never serious, and the young Lu Yingjiu automatically ignored the "sweet female ghost" and asked, "Is it really useful?"

"Really, when did I lie to you, Master, and you can sleep well in the future."

——That’s how the ghost marriage started.

It took half a year to prepare for the ceremony before and after, and the master held it for a long time, and the final day was set on the day of the Ghost Festival.

That day, Lu Yingjiu stood in front of the windowsill.

He was still young, so he could only stand on tiptoe and look out. The rain was flowing through the glass, the sky was dim, and the crowd of people in the yard looked like a group of silent crows. Soon, a shredding sound came from the crack of the window glass.

"Have you heard? This child is miserable. He has been haunted by all kinds of ghosts since he was a child."

"In my opinion, he won't survive next year. What a pity, such a beautiful child."

"What's the use of this ghost marriage? No matter how evil spirits are, they can't hold back their bad luck."

"..."

The master specifically instructed that parents should not travel together.

When saying goodbye, his mother took his hand, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes, but she turned her face away, wiped it with the back of her hand, and finally smiled: "Come back early."

Lu Yingjiu changed into a bright red and gold silk uniform, and headed into the distance surrounded by the crowd.

Clothes and jewelry made of paper, a long welcoming procession, and heavy rain from the sky. He was surrounded by people, but he felt a sense of desolation and silence in his heart, as if he was not going to an ancient house, but Huangquan.

I didn't know how long walked along the road between the mountains.

They finally saw the mansion from a distance.

The mansion had been abandoned for many years, and it was dead silent. The red lanterns at the door drifted in the rain, like blood and fog.

The emcee pushed open the door, and the door let out a piercing scream.

Going forward from the long corridor, until the end, a door opened——

The whole house is bright, and the whole house is red.

The big "囍" character is in the middle, and the lantern is hung high. There are eight heaven and earth tables in the center, covered with red tablecloths, and the red candles on the tables are weeping. At the end, paper figures sit on the chairmen of the parents. The surrounding spectators were all wearing ghost masks, tall or short. They looked at Lu Yingjiu and laughed sharply and applauded.

What no one thought was that the master was really unreliable. What he found was a lonely and wild ghost. He didn't know where it came from. He didn't even have a photo or a monument. No matter how the goddess and the master of ceremonies shouted, he never showed up.

Lu Yingjiu stood there, a little overwhelmed.

The ceremony is set up, and the birthday characters are aligned. Whether the ghosts like it or not, they will eventually make some noise, not like now.

——It did not appear, holding him with a cold hand to show that the contract was established, nor did it go mad because of dissatisfaction and kill everyone at the wedding.

But just standing like this is not the way.

Lu Yingjiu was still facing the opposite side of no one, and bowed deeply.

Worship heaven and earth.

By the high hall.

Husband and wife worship.

Red candles flickered, lanterns hung high, and the word "囍" hung above their heads.

When Lu Yingjiu looked up again, the goddess kept her mouth shut, the emcee took a few steps backwards, her face was so pale that she seemed to faint in the next second, the master knelt down for some reason, and kowtowed again and again in fright. Looking at the full crowd again, although they could not see their faces, the dead silence drowned them.

fear.

It was a fear that cannot be described in words.

what happened?

Lu Yingjiu was a little puzzled, and then bowed his head, a longevity lock appeared out of thin air on his neck.

Cold and small, lifeless, carved with mountains and seas.

Until he left the mansion, the ghost did not appear.

On the way back, the master of ceremonies and the goddess talked nonsense and kept babbling. No matter how Lu Yingjiu asked, there was no result.

After finally returning home, his mother hugged him and cried happily, and finally gritted his teeth: "There are so many ways, what about bad luck, it's not that I can't live anymore."

She was a shrewd and capable person who quickly picked herself up and began to think of new paths again.

And Lu Yingjiu was nesting in the corner, the teenager's hand grasped the long -lived lock tightly and bit his lips.

He wasn't afraid, he just felt a little sad.

I seem to be despised...

But it is strange to say that after that, every dream of his was peaceful and peaceful.

...

Thirteen years later.

Lu Yingjiu carried a shoulder bag and looked up. The summer sun fell on his eyes, a soft light.

More than ten years later, whoever saw the beautiful child who boasted, has a taller figure, a straight back, and a young eyebrow and eye is very handsome, even if the camera is stunned, you can't see the pores, just like walking off the cover of a magazine. When it came out, anyone who saw it could not help but take a few more glances.

If he didn't say it, no one would have imagined that he was dealing with bulls, ghosts and snakes every day.

No one could have imagined that the child who was almost killed by a ghost eventually became a top ghost exorcist.

The Dongyang Community not far away is very old, and the walls of the buildings are peeling off.

He received a request that the third floor of Building 5 was haunted.

Entering the community, going upstairs, an aunt in colorful clothes came to pick him up.

"It's here," the aunt stood tremblingly at the end of the corridor, refusing to approach at all. "Every time in the middle of the night, the public phone will ring by itself."

"Shouldn't you be looking for property management?" Lu Yingjiu asked.

"But yo, this wire broke a few years ago, and it's about to be dismantled. How can anyone use a public phone now."

This sounded like it, and Lu Yingjiu immediately decided to stay here for the night.

This floor 302 is unoccupied. The old lady, the old lady, spent a long time picking out a bunch of keys, until her hands were full of metallic taste, so she took out a 302 key.

When she handed the key to Lu Yingjiu, she suddenly said, "Lu Yingjiu, your time has come."

Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a moment: "Huh? What did you say?"

As a result, the aunt was even more at a loss than him, and rubbed her hands together: "Did I speak just now?"

After the aunt left, Lu Yingjiu opened the door of 302. There are two bedrooms and one living room inside. Some furniture has not been treated, and there is a lot of dust. The sound insulation here is not good, all kinds of sounds come from the narrow door, the quarrel between husband and wife, the sound of cartoons, the sound of cooking dishes and washing dishes... It is a crowded lively. He opened the door again and looked out the hallway. The haunted phone was quiet. The anti-theft net in the corridor is rusted, the sun is shining outside, a few flowers and plants are swaying in the wind, and you can see the children running in the kindergarten in the distance.

Lu Yingjiu squeezed a spell, and the wind picked up automatically, sweeping away the dust in the house.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary.

The TV can be used hard, and Lu Yingjiu nests on the sofa, holding a pack of potato chips to eat and watch.

Looking at it, he subconsciously touched the longevity lock on his chest.

Thirteen years have passed, and the Longevity Lock is still cold.

It is the only evidence left behind by a ghost marriage. Without it, Lu Yingjiu almost thought that the wedding was completely his imagination.

He waited until midnight.

It was quiet outside, only the sound of the second hand in the room could be heard.

The hour hand pointed to 1:30, and the crow outside was wailing, extremely mournful. Lu Yingjiu looked out through the cat's eyes. A black cat crossed the guardrail in the corridor with its tail raised. It turned its head and grinned at him, white teeth thick.

exactly two o'clock.

Lu Yingjiu got up and stood silently against the door.

The black cat outside the door sensed something, and slammed its fur in his direction. After a few seconds of intimidation, it ran away. It was dark and windy outside the window, the shadows of the branches hit the curtains like ghosts, and the phone rang sharply!

Lu Yingjiu rushed out and picked up the phone.

A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "...Lu Yingjiu, your hour has come."

Lu Yingjiu said, "Your hour has come."

He slapped a talisman on the phone. The talisman ignited flames, forcing out a black fog.

The black fog made an extremely sharp and terrifying cry!

Before it could escape, it was slapped away by Lu Yingjiu.

Lu Yingjiu checked the phone again to make sure there was no yin left.

A very simple task, as usual, by him

easy

solved.

The next day he got up early, packed his things and was ready to go home.

The aunt followed behind him and shouted, "Mr. Lu, Great God! Are you sure that guy won't come back!"

"I'm pretty sure." Lu Yingjiu waved his hand lazily.

...

The place where Lu Yingjiu lived was a bit remote, and it took more than 40 minutes by car from the city center. His family lived in an old building. The exterior walls were gray and had never been painted. The only color was the clothes hanging on the balcony.

Many people's impression of Lu Yingjiu is that he must be rich. After all, he is the top existence in the ghost exorcism world, and how many people are begging him to do things too late.

But in fact, his life is very simple, even simple: living alone in an old building with simple decoration and very little furniture. The clothes are either white shirts or pullovers, and have nothing to eat. Sometimes stay up late for a long time and drink a few sips of health tea like an old cadre. The most frequent places are the convenience store downstairs and the bookstore 500 meters away.

The bookstore owner sees him all the time and remembers that this young man is always reading unpopular books, most of which are related to horror, supernatural or crime. In front of him, a slender neck was exposed from the back collar of his shirt, and his skin was as white as snow in the sunlight.

After hesitating several times, he asked Lu Yingjiu, "What do you do? Don't you have a fixed working time?"

Lu Yingjiu fell asleep: "It's a dangerous job."

"Oh." The boss said, "So you are a loan shark." After that, he put away the wallet on the table nervously.

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

As soon as Lu Yingjiu returned home, Milk greeted her with her tail upright. It is a cow cat, rubbing enthusiastically at Lu Yingjiu's feet: "Meow-"

Only then did Lu Yingjiu remember that there seemed to be not enough cat food at home.

He scratched the cat's chin and went out to the convenience store downstairs.

The convenience store is bright and bright, and several students in the store are eating beef balls. Lu Yingjiu picked out cat food, several packs of quick-frozen food, and various daily necessities, all of which were placed at the cashier.

The salesperson in the convenience store was a little girl named Tang Xiaoqian, and her eyes lit up when she saw him.

She had a ponytail, and a bow tie spread out on her black hair. She scanned the barcode and said, "Are you... have you been free recently?" Her eyes flickered, and she didn't dare to raise her eyes. "I remember that a new action movie is about to be released. It's from abroad, and the reviews are very good."

Lu Yingjiu smiled: "I don't have time for now, I'm a little busy with work."

"Okay..." Tang Xiaoqian was a little disappointed, and brushed her hair from her ear, "It's okay, work is indeed more important, and you should also pay attention to your body. By the way, do you want to pack this fish ball?"

"want."

Tang Xiaoqian handed over the hot fish balls and looked at him with bright eyes, but in the end she just said, "Be careful of being hot."

Lu Yingjiu said goodbye to her, carrying two big bags.

The automatic door of the convenience store opened, the wind was scorching hot in July, and the heat wave outside was mixed with human voices pouring in. He heard Tang Xiaoqian say, "Mr. Lu, your hour has come."

Lu Yingjiu turned back suddenly.

Tang Xiaoqian buried her head in cleaning the checkout counter.

When he got home, Milk sat at the door waiting for him, meowing. Lu Yingjiu touched its head and mixed old and new cat food to feed it. The cow cat was happy to eat and purred against him.

I slept late two days ago, and Lu Yingjiu didn't sleep well at night. He warmed up a glass of milk and read while drinking.

More and more spiritual.

His sleep quality was consistently poor, with very light sleep and not enough time. He only slept for four or five hours last night, and now he has to make up his mind.

But it was no worse than when he was a child. Before the ghost marriage, he could hardly sleep at all.

He finally fell into a deep sleep. When opened eyes again, it was pitch black and the air was extremely cold.

Lu Yingjiu's head was muddled, and just as he was about to reach out to turn on the light, something happened on the back of his right hand.

A hard, icy object like a wall.

He was stunned for a few seconds, stretched out his hands and groped, and the surrounding "walls" stopped his movements.He tried to bend his knees, but was also stopped back.

This cage imprisoned him, so that he could only lie flat, and a hard knock would only make a dull sound, like wood.

After a few seconds, he heard the sound of gongs and drums, and he didn't know whether it was a red or white thing.

He groped around carefully again, and suddenly understood something in his heart.

This texture...

This is the texture of the coffin!

He was locked in it, without seeing the light of day.

I just heard the gongs and drums beating outside, getting more and more lively, some people playing suona, others crying and laughing.

A sharp, piercing voice appeared.

The little devil raised his voice and shouted loudly, "The hour has come—!"

At this moment, the longevity lock on his chest changed for the first time in many years: it was extremely hot, almost furious.