Bad Feng Shui Master

After deciding on the place and time, Qingyi and Shang Changqi strolled around the resort leisurely.

On the north side of the mountain is a small village, which is only two or 300 meters away from the resort.Being idle and bored, the few of them walked to the village again.

The village was relatively deserted. They walked all the way, but they didn't see anyone on the road, and it was unusually quiet.

Inexplicably looking at the phone, it was almost six o'clock.Looking again, there was a noodle shop not far away, so he pointed in that direction, "Do you want to find a place to eat? I invite you."

Qingyi got close to Shang Changqi, and when she heard a faint "grunt" sound beside her, she smiled and nodded inexplicably.

"Boss? Are you there?" Inexplicably, he entered the store and yelled out without seeing anyone.

"Huh?" Someone vaguely responded, and soon there was the sound of footsteps, and the door next to him was pushed open, "Sorry, I was killing chickens just now." The person who came was a middle-aged man in his 40s A young man with a whitish chef's hat on his head, dim eyes, oily face and wrinkled face, holding a big knife in his hand, drops of blood slipped from the knife and dripped on the ground.

Inexplicably, he took a step back subconsciously.As if realizing that this look was a bit scary, the man smiled again and wiped the blood off the knife with his apron before putting the knife behind him.

Looking back at Qingyi and the others inexplicably, "What do you want to eat?"

Qingyi looked away from the blood on the ground, moved her right hand, "I'm not hungry."

Shang Changqi looked at Qingyi, frowned, and said in a muffled voice, "Then... I'm not hungry either."

"Grumbling..."

Several people looked at Shang Changqi in unison, and then moved to stare at his stomach tacitly.

Qingyi twitched the corners of her mouth, "Just give her some noodles in clear soup."

Shang Changqi buried his head in Qingyi's collarbone.Qing Yi thought that the other party was shy because of the accident just now, so she didn't push him away.

Inexplicably asked Zhao Hechun for a face, and then sat next to Zhao Hechun, staring at Qingyi and Shang Changqi thoughtfully.

Soon, three servings of noodles were delivered together.The noodles are uniform in thickness, the clear soup is fragrant, and a little chopped green onion is sprinkled on it, which makes people move their index fingers.

"I'm not welcome." Inexplicably picked up the chopsticks first, picked up a few noodles and put them into his mouth.

Shang Changqi was hungry, so he didn't care about being shy. He picked up his chopsticks before remembering, picked up a few noodles and handed them to Qingyi.

"No, you can eat." Qingyi patted Shang Changqi's body, then stood up, "I'll go and see, you guys eat first."

Shang Changqi wanted to follow, but Qingyi didn't allow it, and she was too hungry, so she didn't follow in the end.

Qingyi lifted the curtain, only to find that there was a small courtyard behind, and the man was holding a chicken to bleed.

Hearing the movement, the man raised his head, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Is there anything the guest wants?"

"I want to ask, why is there no one in your village?"

"Oh, you're talking about this. It's because people in the village have been missing from time to time recently, and everyone is frightened. They try not to go out if they have nothing to do."

"Missing?" Qingyi was a little curious, "Did you call the police?"

"It's useless to report to the police. I haven't seen a single report, and I haven't seen him back once." Speaking of this incident, the man was obviously a little angry. Chicken blood spilled out of the bowl because of his shaking hands. It was Qingyi who reminded him. He just came back to his senses and smiled embarrassedly, "Are you going to that resort? You should also pay attention to safety, especially at night, and don't come out."

"Yeah." Qingyi looked at the few dead chickens on the ground before returning to the house.

Returning to her seat, Qingyi said what she just asked.

"Missing?" He wiped his mouth inexplicably and frowned, "Is it a kidnapping case?"

Qing Yi looked at Inexplicable, then at Zhao Hechun, and found that a black mist was gradually forming on the foreheads of the two of them, and couldn't help frowning.

Before entering the village, she had seen the faces of the two of them, and they were not seriously ill, and they were in good health for the rest of their lives.But now there is black air on his head, and a catastrophe is approaching.

This change came about after entering the village.

Thinking of this, she looked at Shang Changqi beside her, and the other party had not changed, presumably it was because of Ziqi.

Qingyi thought for a while, poured a glass of water and put it in front of the other party, "Director Mo, dip your fingers in water and write something for me."

I was inexplicably puzzled, but I did it anyway and wrote the word "face".

"Mian has the meaning of face, pasta, and all aspects. Judging from this word, the lower half is imprisoned and surrounded, but there is a glimmer of life to get out of trouble."

"Miss Zhao." Qing Yi signaled Zhao Hechun to write a word too.

Zhao Hechun hesitated for a while, and wrote the word "spring".

"The vegetation breaks out of the ground for spring, and it contains vitality, which means that everything has variables." Qingyi thought for a while, and then said under the suspicious eyes of several people, "It's time to go."

"That's it?" He scratched his head inexplicably, asked so many questions and said so much, didn't he talk about the cause and effect?

"The secret must not be leaked." Qingyi looked enigmatic.

"But haven't you already said that?"

"Then do you understand?"

Zhao Hechun choked.It is true that she knew every word Qing Yi said, but when they got together, she didn't quite understand the meaning.

"Keep going for a walk." After teasing the two of them, Qing Yi left the shop first.

After walking for a while, Zhaohechun made some discoveries, "Why are gourds and red cloths hung in every household?"

Qingyi took a look and found a gourd wrapped in red cloth hanging in front of every door.

"Town the house to ward off evil spirits." Seeing the confused faces of these people, Qingyi gave them some knowledge.

"There are many things to ward off evil spirits in the town house. One is the mahogany sword, which can be used to guard the house, ward off evil spirits, and bring blessings, etc.; the second is Pixiu, which specializes in eating beasts and evil spirits, mainly to promote wealth, suppress evil spirits, and protect marriage; the third is the lion, the lion. It is the king of all beasts, majestic, so many houses will have stone lions; the fourth is the gourd, which was one of the mascots in the past, passed down from generation to generation, and is also a mascot for town houses to ward off evil spirits in terms of Feng Shui."

"Is there any Liangyi mirror?" Zhao Hechun also likes to watch supernatural ghost movies, and when he talks about Zhenzhai, all kinds of ghost images appear in his mind, "Is it true that ghosts are afraid of the sun? "

"True, but not true." Qingyi laughed, "Ghosts are also classified into different types, not to mention starving ghosts and cowards are classified according to personality, but according to the legality of death. Ghosts who died normally are not afraid of ghosts. The ghosts are sunny, but the ghosts who are killed or murdered are afraid of the sun, because the resentment in their hearts will turn these ghosts into fierce ghosts, and once they become fierce ghosts, they must seek revenge, so they are afraid of the sun, afraid of restraining sneaky things .”

Seeing that a few people were interested, Qingyi simply talked about ghosts while walking, "Do you know what profession ghosts are afraid of?"

Several people shook their heads before Qingyi said: "Carpenters, butchers, masons, villains, pregnant women."

Before Qingyi could explain in detail, there was the sound of a car not far away, and the villagers who had closed their doors opened one after another and ran out.

The author has something to say: "Little Theater"

Shang Changqi: I want to be quiet.

Qingyi: ... Oh.

Who is Jingjing! ! !

A person who is afraid of ghosts writes these things every day_(:з」∠)_ Will he have nightmares Orz

It seems a little short (no, I’m usually so thick and long, it’s okay to be short once in a while v I even boasted that v I’ll be slapped in the face in the next six days :)

Ghosts are afraid of what occupation and the like source Baidu