Chapter 32 Ghost King Trap

Things that come from hell should never be left behind.

They carry a strong yin energy, and if the ghost who placed this light bulb is malicious, it may attract a lot of ghosts.

To be honest, Lu Yingjiu rarely sees things from the underworld.

The last time saw it, it was the little flower in the underworld.

He gently tossed out a talisman. The talisman paper flexibly wrapped around the outside of the light bulb, and with a sudden force—

Click!

The lightbulb went off, shards scattered all over the floor, and the hallway was plunged into darkness, save for the faint green glow of the safety exit sign in the distance.

The yin on the bulb also disappeared.

Lu Yingjiu checked again and again that there was no yin qi left, and then put two talismans on the door of the house and entered the house.

The cow cat came up to him and rubbed his leg. Lu Yingjiu fed it cat food and scratched its chin.

Before going to bed, he warmed a glass of milk and drank it slowly while reading.

The trees outside the window were rattled by the wind, and there was no other sound in the house except for his flipping books. It's not like when Jingxian was still there, there was some movement after all:

Jingxian may be playing with the cat.

Jingxian may be watering the flowers.

Jingxian might be drawing on the ghost exorcism talisman paper—the rune he painted was still terrible, so bad that Lu Yingjiu couldn't bear to take a second look.

Mingming Lu Yingjiu had been living alone for a long time, and Jingxian had only been here for a few days, but the sudden silence made him a little uncomfortable.

By the time read the book, it's too late.

Lu Yingjiu turned off the lights and lay on the bed, closing his eyes.

For some reason, half asleep, half awake, he thought of the light bulb in the underworld again.

...he had a very bad feeling.

The next day, Lu Yingjiu was woken up by the phone.

The sleepiness is still very heavy, and the phone is buzzing to death. He touched the edge of the bed with his hand and answered the phone with his eyes closed: "Hello?"

Ye Feng's voice came: "Do you have time today?"

"You have another entrustment?" Lu Yingjiu yawned, "Or is it that yesterday's matter was not resolved?"

"Forget it, I have to go there again, I just wanted to ask if you are free."

Usually, Ye Feng is not so diligent in contacting him. Ye Feng is also an official ghost exorcist, so he won't be able to handle the commission.

Lu Yingjiu could imagine what happened from Ye Feng's perspective: the only intern in his office ran away because the salary was too low, and the bare commander Lu Yingjiu was left.

Now Ye Feng suddenly wanted to pull him, probably because Jingxian had just left, for fear that he would suddenly feel deserted.

Lu Yingjiu got up, went downstairs, and bought bread for breakfast at the convenience store before getting on the bus.

When he got downstairs to the resident, he and Ye Feng met.

Ye Feng went upstairs and said, "The old grandma contacted me again, saying that in the middle of the night last night, someone was crying in the corridor. I suspect that we didn't get rid of the ghosts. To be honest, if I was alone yesterday, I would really I think so. But you are there, the ghost must be dead."

"The hanged ghost must be gone. Maybe there are new ghosts attracted by Yin Qi." Lu Yingjiu said, "This kind of thing is not uncommon. It was haunted at my door yesterday."

"In front of your house?" Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, "Didn't that ghost disappear in minutes?"

"I didn't see a ghost, but it left a light bulb in the underworld."

"What kind of ghost will keep the light bulb." Ye Feng was amused, "It's impossible to be an electrician who turned into a ghost, this is too dedicated, and just replaced the bad light bulb."

When they got to the old grandmother's house, they listened to her addicted to her description of last night's pomp.

"You didn't hear that cry, you panicked" The old grandmother shook her small fan and shook her head, "Like a child, wow wah wah wah there."

Lu Yingjiu asked, "Did the cry you heard come from upstairs or downstairs?"

The grandmother thought about it for a long time, and the folds on her face were all wrinkled together: "I didn't hear it clearly, it feels like the whole corridor is full. If you insist on telling me, it may be from above."

So Lu Yingjiu and Ye Feng started from this floor and slowly went up.

It was morning when the bright sunlight was cut into six pieces by the iron fence and fell on the soles of their feet. There are festive couplets on the door, one side is "flowers blooming and wealth", and the other side is "five blessings come to the door", the leaves outside are rustling, quite a bit of a quiet time.

They walked in tandem.

On the 7th floor, the white walls of the stairwell are full of graffiti.

The ballpoint pen draws the villain, the house, the chimney, the ship... It looks like a child did it.

Ye Feng muttered: "Which arrogant child is this, so unqualified."

Lu Yingjiu remained silent, looking at the graffiti.

After a few seconds, he said, "Stand farther away, do these lines look like a human face?"

Ye Feng took a few steps back, tried to ignore the obvious patterns, and looked at it with a blank line of sight—

Sure enough, could barely see that it was a crying face.

He felt hair on his back, took out the prepared talisman paper, and stuck it on the four corners of the white wall.

The talisman paper burns.

All heard was an extremely sharp cry, echoing in the corridor!

Sure enough, what the grandmother said was the cry of a child.

"Blah blah blah!"

"Blah blah blah!"

Something came from downstairs, it sounded like a child was crawling on the ground with hands and feet.

Ye Feng was about to ask God to rush down, when he saw Lu Yingjiu beside him holding the railing with one hand, flipped over lightly, and went all the way down.

The stairs skimmed under his feet, and he quickly saw bloodstains on the stairs that looked like handprints that a baby had crawled across.

He came to the floor just now.

The door of the grandma's house was wide open, and a baby with blood on its hands was crawling towards her house!

The baby's face was blue, and at first glance it was a dead person. The sharp teeth were vaguely visible in the mouth. As long as it was lightly bitten, I am afraid that the artery could be bitten through.

The old grandmother came to the door when she heard the sound.

I saw the dead baby pounce on the old grandmother—

The talisman paper in Lu Yingjiu's hand was about to fly out, but saw the old grandma hug it tightly, and coaxed: "Okay, okay, baby, don't cry, grandma is here!" Turning around, holding the dead baby behind him, he looked at Lu and Ye vigilantly, "Didn't I invite you to exorcise ghosts, why did you make my good grandson cry? Hurry up! If you don't leave, I will sue you!"

Ye Feng also rushed down and was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene.

Then he understood everything, and couldn't help but feel sad.

This old grandmother, who does not accept that her grandson is dead, is still deceiving herself.

Seeing that they didn't move, the grandmother shouted sternly: "You're not leaving yet?! Call the police! I'm going to call the police!" After she finished speaking, she took out her small cell phone.

She failed, and instead screamed.

A thumb-sized little paper figurine slipped into her pocket at some point, ran off with a mobile phone, and returned to Lu Yingjiu's feet, jumping.

Lu Yingjiu took the phone and slowly walked towards the old grandmother. The other party was so frightened that he hugged the child tightly and huddled in the corner.

Lu Yingjiu's tone was slow and unhurried: "Look at its face carefully."

It was full of corpse spots.

The grandmother pursed her lips tightly and refused to move.

The dead baby was in her arms, grinning at Lu Yingjiu, her sharp nails ripped through the grandmother's arm, and blood flowed - and she didn't seem to notice the pain at all.

Lu Yingjiu sighed silently.

The talisman flew out of his hand, and in the screams of the grandmother, it accurately stuck to the dead baby's forehead.

In an instant, the baby's body fell apart, turned into fly ash, and floated in the air. The grandmother wanted to reach out and grab it, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch even the slightest bit of dust.

She stood there blankly, and after a long time, she slumped as if she had lost her strength.

- She remembered it all.

Lu Yingjiu helped her up, and Ye Feng pulled a chair over in time to let her sit on it.

Under Ye Feng's comfort, the grandmother slowly stabilized her emotions. The whole person seemed to be ten years older, and she couldn't stop wiping her tears.

Lu Yingjiu said: "It's really hard to accept death, I've also experienced this feeling. My condolences and change."

From the talisman paper he carried, he took out a safety talisman, put it in the bag, and hung it at the door of the grandmother's house.

The bag is fragrant, swaying gently in the wind.

Ye Feng came over and whispered to Lu Yingjiu, "I told the people in the meeting."

There is a position similar to a psychological counselor in the Green Lantern Festival, who is specially responsible for appeasing the emotions of the client.

Lu Yingjiu nodded.

When people come, it's none of their business.

Before the two left, they heard mourning cries.

Although they have been exorcising ghosts for many years, they have seen many tragedies, and their feelings have become numb, but their hearts are still touched every time this happens.

Ye Feng rubbed his face hard in the co-pilot and said, "Oh, I don't want to do this anymore, let's go to eat."

"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu nodded.

The sun was shining all the way, and the atmosphere was a lot better after being warmed by the sun.

Ye Feng drove slowly, and Lu Yingjiu also leaned on the seat to make up for her sleep.

Ye Feng said while driving: "By the way, I may go to Yueshan Village once in a few days."

"What are you going to do there?"

"Didn't my second master manage the nursing home there before? Yesterday, the village chief called me and said that the second master had some relics left in the warehouse. They found them and told me to go back and get them."

"Your second grandfather..." Lu Yingjiu frowned.

He was not very impressed.

The lights turned red and the car just stopped.

"His name is Ye Deyong, I showed you the photo! I'm looking for it." Ye Feng fumbled around in each pocket, finally found his wallet and opened it, "I always carry photos with me... …”

He paused.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Lu Yingjiu glanced at him.

In the old photo, Ye Feng was still a little boy, and a man with half-white hair and a white coat was holding his hand. The background is the endless mountains, and the white façade of the sanatorium.

From this look, he had an impression: Ye Feng did show him this group photo.

It's just that Ye Feng's pupils are shrinking now, as if he saw something incredible in the photo.

He said, "Lu Yingjiu, look here." He pointed at Ye Deyong's neck, "Why do I feel like something is choking him?"

Lu Yingjiu took a closer look.

Sure enough, on Ye Deyong's neck, he saw a very light and very light touch of black. Black is so inconspicuous, if Ye Feng was not too familiar with this photo, it would be impossible to tell.

The black color almost wrapped around Ye Deyong's neck, like a terrifying rope.

In Lu Yingjiu's impression, in the group photo, the expressions of the two were very relaxed. But now, Ye Deyong's facial muscles were tense and his face was blue, as if he was suffering some kind of pain.

The traffic lights turned green, and the traffic behind them began to honk their horns.

Lu Yingjiu parked the car on the side of the road.

Ye Feng was still staring at the photo.

He murmured, "Looks like I have to go there..."

...

Lu Yingjiu went home.

He is going to go to Yueshan Village with Ye Feng tomorrow afternoon, and will start packing tonight.

"Ding-" The elevator arrived.

He walked to the door of the house and stood still.

The front door of his house is still very bright, a brand new light bulb is amazing.

Upon closer inspection, the talisman paper pasted at the door was also intact.

At this moment, Lu Yingjiu actually doubted his level of exorcism.

——Why did you meet such a powerful ghost again?

And this ghost style...

Lu Yingjiu frowned, and threw out another talisman, crushing the light bulb.

The hallway returns to darkness.

This time, he densely covered the wall with talisman paper, which was enough to make the ghosts have nowhere to hide.

The next morning, the first thing he did after getting up was to open the door—

The light bulb was replaced again, and the talisman paper on the wall was not damaged.

Lu Yingjiu: "...?"

He stood under this light bulb, really at a loss.

The talisman paper was thrown out, and the bulb fragments were scattered all over the place.

He kicked the debris to the side of the corridor and went to press the elevator: his courier went downstairs, and it was full of newly bought paper, which could be drawn on after cutting.

Going downstairs to take out the courier, he felt faint talisman paper fluctuations on the courier box.

Turning over the package, there is indeed a small rune at the bottom: flowing clouds and mountains, which are symbols of peace.

This rune is printed and is of little use. But the seller should know a little bit about exorcism, which is printed on every package.

Lu Yingjiu stared at the safety talisman for a few seconds.

He remembered the peace talisman he gave his grandmother yesterday.

He said at the time: "It's really hard to accept death, and I've experienced it."

This statement is not purely consoling.

Looking at the white-haired elder in front of him, he really remembered the past.

When Zhuang Xue died, he couldn't believe it.

People who are still arranging flowers in the morning will only have a cold body at night.

Lu Yingjiu had been in a downturn for a long time, and he always felt that if he learned how to exorcise ghosts, he would be able to retrieve Zhuang Xue's soul. And the harder he tried, the more he knew that it was impossible, and the effort brought him only despair.

At that time, Lu Yingjiu already knew Ye Feng.

Ye Feng is one year older than him. Before high school, he followed the Ye family to learn how to exorcise ghosts. He usually wanders around the block and can sleep until noon.

During that time, Ye Feng was really afraid that Lu Yingjiu couldn't think about it, so he set an alarm every day and went downstairs to his house early in the morning to call him to go to school. After school, came to look for him specifically, to hang out, to eat, to chat. In short, Lu Yingjiu was not allowed to be alone, and he had to find something to do.

After a long time, Lu Yingjiu calmly accepted the fact:

People can't be resurrected from the dead, everything is predestined.

He has no other relatives in this world.

Zhuang Xue died because of a car accident, and on the handlebars of her bicycle, there is still a safety charm painted by Lu Yingjiu.

Lu Yingjiu is a very rational person, and will not attribute Zhuang Xue's death to "my talisman paper is not good enough". The world is impermanent, and even if a peace talisman is painted by the King of Heaven, it cannot stop death.

But after that, he spent countless days and nights, and then, the peace talisman he painted was the best on the road.

Thinking back on it now, it feels like an eternity.

Lu Yingjiu smiled silently, took the package and went upstairs again, ready to wait for Ye Feng to come and pick him up.

When he got to the door, he stood still.

It turned out to be another good-end light bulb.

Lu Yingjiu thought to himself that there were a lot of weird things going on since childhood.

But he had never seen it before. There was a light bulb in the underworld at the door, and every time it broke, it was repaired for him immediately!

Lu Yingjiu was very confused.

But in this confusion, intuition is clamoring. It's as if a white line flashes across the back of an anime character's head when he thinks about things clearly—

Now, there is such a white line behind his head!

This, this is definitely something to do!

No other ghost can do it!

People can't be resurrected from the dead, time can't be turned back, and the water that has been spilled can't come back.

However, Jingxian, who was driven away, can fly back like a boomerang, fast and convenient, and has a strong initiative.

Maybe he even brought snacks for him on the way back.

Lu Yingjiu rubbed her brows vigorously, her head hurting to death.

He realized that he could not catch Jingxian by relying on the talisman paper.

He was still guessing which famous priest Jingxian was before, but now it seems that with Jingxian's strength, famous priests probably have to listen to him.

What is this, Boss of the Priest?

Lu Yingjiu gave up the rune, smashed the light bulb and opened the door directly, moved a chair and sat under the rotten light bulb.

Fu Zhi couldn't catch Jing Xian.

But the lightbulb catches it!

Rotten light bulbs are the most efficient idle traps available.

Lu Yingjiu was sitting in the corridor.

Sure enough, within ten minutes, there was a gust of overcast wind in the corridor, which was freezing to the bone.

The wind blew all the way under the light bulb, blowing Lu Yingjiu's hair.

Lu Yingjiu called out, "Respect for leisure."

The wind stopped for a moment.

At this moment, Lu Yingjiu threw out the talisman—

It turns out that he grasped the timing very well. When the opponent was caught off guard, the talisman took effect!

I saw Jingxian standing under the light bulb, holding a new light bulb in one hand and changing it.

The two looked at each other.

The surroundings were deadly quiet.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Yingjiu leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair and crossed his fingers: "Come on, explain it to me."

Jingxian: "..."

Jingxian said: "I want to change a light bulb for you. Every time I put it on, I just left and someone broke it again. Now the quality of the people in the world is too bad."

Lu Yingjiu: "..." He felt that he was being scolded.

Lu Yingjiu took a deep breath: "Why are you back again? Didn't I tell you everything, the priest shouldn't come to the world, go back quickly."

"That won't work." Jing Xian looked at the light bulb, "If the light bulb is not replaced, it will be dangerously dark."

Lu Yingjiu only felt his brows twitch: "Why do you want to change the light bulb for me? Or why do you want to stay by my side when I change the question? Didn't you tell me that you have no unfinished obsessions?"

He really felt that there might be something wrong with Jingxian's brain circuits. What good does he have, worthy of respect and leisure, and insisting on staying in the world?

This is simply the treatment of wives, right? How can he be!

Jingxian looked at him.

I don't know if it was Lu Yingjiu's illusion, he felt that Jing Xian's ears were a little red.

Lu Yingjiu said, "You are talking."

Jingxian: "..."

Lu Yingjiu took a deep breath again: "Jingxian, go back, go back now."

"I won't go back." Jing Xian seemed to have finally made up his mind, looked at him with piercing eyes, grabbed his hand, and summoned the courage to say, "Because, because we are husband and wife! How could I lose You are alone!!"

Lu Yingjiu: "...?"

Lu Yingjiu: "???"

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