Between mountains and seas

As soon as Zhou Shu said this, Mrs. Zhou almost fainted: "How can you play with this kind of thing! Look, look, something has happened? What can we do!" She didn't know what her daughter was thinking Yes, this wooden figure looks so weird, isn't it scary to hold it in your hand?

Zhou Shu didn't know how to answer.At that time, a group of people were so excited that they only thought it was funny, but it was not until later that they realized that this thing could not be thrown away, they felt that the appearance became more and more strange and frightening.

Shao Jingxing said in a low voice: "It's not necessarily that it's not artificial..." If someone follows Zhou Shu, it's not impossible to get this thing back.

Zhou Shu looked at him tearfully: "But then I lost it again..."

The second time the little wooden man came back, Zhou Shu was very scared.She even thought about simply burning the thing, but in the end she didn't dare, but chose to throw it in the suburbs.

So after the final exam and before the holiday, Zhou Shu and Zuo Qingqing went to Xiangshan together and threw the puppet into the valley.

"No wonder your exam..." Mrs. Zhou said unconsciously.Zhou Shu's studies have always been good, but at the end of the first year of college, she did not do well in the exams. She passed several homework at low altitude. She thought that her daughter had gone crazy at school or had a boyfriend. Waiting for her to have a good talk with her after her birthday, it turned out that it was because of this matter.

Thinking about it, Mrs. Zhou felt distressed again: "Why didn't you tell Mom and Dad!" How worried were those days.

Zhou Shu cried and said: "After throwing it to Xiangshan, it never came back, I thought..." I thought I finally got rid of this thing, and my heart that I always carried was slowly let go.Who knows, this thing came back again, and it also appeared in her birthday cake.

Mrs. Zhou looked at her husband: "Could it be someone..." In fact, she was a little suspicious of Zuo Qingqing.If this thing was thrown into the valley, only Zuo Qingqing could pick it up.Moreover, Zuo Qingqing is also here at today's birthday party, she may have a chance...

Zhou Qingshan shook his head slightly.

How could he not think of things Mrs. Zhou could think of?He checked it carefully outside just now.

The puppet was hidden in the cake, of course Zhou Qingshan went to the back kitchen first.This cake was made by the pastry chef in the villa early this morning.All the raw materials were provided by the Zhou family, while the cake was only handled by the pastry chef himself, and he was given a separate compartment.

Of course the pastry chef didn't want to smash his own signboard, so he guarded the cake very carefully. He can prove that no one else has touched the cake, let alone Zuo Qingqing - she never entered the kitchen at all.

As for the pastry chef himself, it is impossible for him to know that Zhou Shu threw the puppet into the Xiangshan Valley, so of course there is no suspicion.

Naturally, an old mall fox like Zhou Qingshan also wondered if Zuo Qingqing and the pastry chef were working together.But this pastry chef is an old employee of their own restaurant for several years, and there is nothing unusual recently; and Zuo Qingqing, observing with Zhou Qingshan's experienced eyes, she also seems to be really frightened.

If he was tricked by a little girl, then Zhou Qingshan would have no choice but to admit defeat.At least for now, he still believes that the two are not suspected.

However, if these two people are not suspected, then this matter will be in big trouble.

"Really, is there really a camphor willow god?" Mrs. Zhou looked at her husband tremblingly.She knew her husband listened to these godly stories a lot.In the past, she always felt that these were just folklore, and some of them were even made up by sellers or brokers to bluff people, just to find a gimmick for the things in her hands, so that they could be sold at a high price.

But now, she was really a little scared.

Zhou Qingshan frowned, and before he could speak, Shao Jingxing had already whispered, "There are no ghosts."

Yes, no ghosts.This is what Huo Qing told him.Although Chinese ghost culture has always been prevalent, Huo Qing told him that such a thing does not exist.

The forms of ghosts—or rather, the forms of ghost stories are roughly as follows: The first type is the acquaintance ghost.

Most of these stories are about the dead dreaming, or people meeting somewhere after death.According to Huo Qing, this category can basically be classified as "thinking by day, dreaming at night", to put it bluntly, it is what I think in my heart.

The second type is the living ghost.The most common of this category is the hanged or drowned ghost looking for a substitute; the other is the ghost asking for help in a dream, and may even come to repay with the body or something.

In this kind of story, the former is just some kind of spirit that has been mutated by the power of mountains and seas, while the latter is probably having a erotic dream.

Shao Jingxing also asked at that time, there are some stories about dreaming about a certain ghost, and then the certain ghost said something about his birth, such as where the gold and silver treasures were buried, and the person went to look for it, and he found it right away.How can this be explained?

Huo Qing replied lightly, if it was true, then this person should have divination-like abilities. These things were not told to him by ghosts, but a kind of prophet, called dream omens.If it is false... Well, in fact, among the countless ghost stories, probably at most one-thousandth of them are true, and the rest are either made up by myself or specially made up to deceive people.

Since ghosts do not exist, Zhangliu God's so-called "souls of young children who died young" were imprisoned in puppets for refining, which is of course nonsense.In fact, if you think about it, you will know that a child who died suddenly and who is underage is still ignorant of what happened around him, how can he predict the past?He didn't awaken his powers during his lifetime, but after his death, he was able to do so?If the soul dementor can refine other people's souls to produce precognitive powers, why not practice it himself?

"Death is like a lamp going out." Shao Jingxing couldn't say anything about the world of mountains and seas and the awakening of supernatural powers. He could only speak from the perspective of breaking superstition, "There is no soul at all, and Miss Zhou's so-called soul-calling ceremony is all fabricated—" Ah, fortunately I know how to read this script from Huo Qing.

"So, this little wooden figure is not a camphor willow god at all, so how can there be a situation of 'it's easy to invite a god but it's hard to send a god away'?" Huo Qing said that those so-called people who have a camphor willow god are either pretending to be ghosts, Or it has a little predictive ability, which can be revealed through the mouth of Zhangliu God.Anyway, if you can turn into a god by just finding a piece of wood, that's absolutely impossible!Even if it is mutated wood eroded by the power of mountains and seas, it is impossible!

Shao Jingxing trusted Huo Qing [-]%, so he was very certain in his conclusions. In the eyes of Zhou Qingshan's family, he looked very confident, and felt more at ease inexplicably.

Zhou Shu's face also looked better, and she wiped away her tears and said in a low voice, "Then why does this wooden figure always come back? I threw it down the valley. It's very deep there, and it's impossible to pick it up." Because She threw it by herself, and she knew the difficulty of picking it up, so she didn't think about the human cost at the beginning, and that's why she was the most frightened!

Shao Jingxing looked at the wooden figure.He doesn't know anything else, this kind of situation where he throws it away and returns by himself, he does know a kind of...

"Then what, can you show me this puppet?"

Zhou Qingshan immediately handed over the little wooden figure.Mrs. Zhou looked at him even more hopefully.

Shao Jingxing took the puppet into his hand, and finally felt a faint feeling - the drop of blood from the cockles on his wrist had been used several times, and there was not much remaining power left, only when he came into contact with the puppet would he feel the sensation.

But this trace was enough, Shao Jingxing wiped the wooden puppet clean with a paper towel, then searched over and over for a long time, finally found a drop of green cockle blood on the back of the puppet.

There was a crack in this wooden goiter itself, and after it was carved into a wooden figure, it was located behind. Zhou Shu felt that it would not interfere with it, so she left it alone, and the drop of green clam blood dripped into the crack.The crack was very narrow, and there was still some dust inside that hadn't been cleaned. If it wasn't for Shao Jingxing's sense of touch, it would be very difficult to find this drop of blood no matter how hard he checked.

However, the blood of the green clam is only effective when the blood of the mother and the child is used together. The reason why this puppet can't be thrown away is not because it is eyeing Zhou Shu, but because there must be another piece in Zhou Shu's hand that has dripped with the green clam. something bloody.

"What blood?" Mrs. Zhou heard in a daze, and pushed her daughter, "Quickly check all your things."

Shao Jingxing added: "Since it has appeared at school and at home, there is one thing that you carry with you, Miss Zhou, both at school and at home."

In this way, the scope was narrowed down. Zhou Shu dug out a bunch of belongings and frantically checked them, but in the end, relying on Shao Jingxing's extremely weak induction, she found an aromatherapy ball.

This aromatherapy ball was Zhou Qingshan's birthday gift to Zhou Shu when she was 15 years old. It is an ancient relic from the Tang Dynasty.Moreover, Zhou Shu also likes the lotus pattern on the top, and she can't put it down once she gets it.

Later, when she was in the third year of high school, Zhou Shu was under a lot of pressure during that time, so she had a bit of insomnia, so she simply mixed the fragrance medicine to help sleep in this aromatherapy, and put it next to the pillow at night.Although there is no pressure after being admitted to university, the habit has been formed, so I still carry this silver aromatherapy with me.This thing is only the size of an apricot, and it doesn't take up much space. It is very convenient to carry, and it can also be used as a decoration.

Shao Jingxing poured out the spices in the silver aromatherapy, and found a tiny absorbent cotton ball in a pile of rose buds. The blood stain on the cotton ball had turned dark red, which looked very inconspicuous.

Girls like this kind of small decoration. Even if they don't know it's an antique, the girls in Zhou Shu's class are also very interested. Several people have played with it. Zhou Shu couldn't figure out who made it for a while. Hands and feet, just staring at the cotton ball: "Just, this is it?"

Shao Jingxing picked it up and looked at it: "That's it." Judging from the color of the blood stain, the color would fade after a few times of use, and it would be useless at that time.

"Xiao Shao, this, what kind of blood is this..." Mrs. Zhou couldn't believe it.If this kind of thing appeared in Yinxiangxiang, it was obvious that someone was targeting Zhou Shu.But two drops of blood can make the wooden man come back by himself?

"Just try this." Zhou Qingshan called his assistant with a sullen face, and asked him to take this cotton ball to another property nearby, while the rest of them stared at the little wooden figurine.

A circle of people sat on the sofa, and there was a small wooden man on the coffee table in the middle. The scene was actually a bit funny and boring.For more than half an hour, the wooden figure remained silent, staring at it so that everyone wanted to yawn, but Mrs. Zhou suddenly said: "There are mosquitoes?" Be wary of this insect.

Zhou Qingshan also stared so hard that his eyes were a little sour, and tried not to yawn: "Spray some mosquito repellent water."

"It's not a mosquito." Before Mrs. Zhou could speak, Shao Jingxing had already heard it. It was a subtle buzzing sound like the wings of insects, which came from the wooden man on the coffee table.

It is said in "Sou Shen Ji" that 81 pieces of money were painted with the blood of the mother and son of the green clam, or the mother's money or the son's money first, and they all flew back.

When he was reading this material, Shao Jingxing was still wondering what kind of flying method it was, whether it was the copper coins that really grew green clam wings.Now he knows that the so-called "flying" probably refers to the sound of flapping wings.

"What's the noise?" Zhou Qingshan hadn't heard the sound yet.But just as he was speaking, the little wooden figure on the coffee table shook slightly and suddenly disappeared.

A group of people surrounded it, just looking for the mosquitoes for a while, and then turning around, the wooden figure had disappeared.

"Where did you go?" Zhou Shu said in surprise.Did it really fly?

"It flew away." Only Shao Jingxing saw it from beginning to end.The little wooden man just shook, and then disappeared with a whoosh.With his current eyesight, he couldn't see why he disappeared, so it can be seen that "flying" does not refer to flying in the ordinary sense.

Although Shao Jingxing talked about the effects of the blood of the green clam just now, everyone was dubious in their hearts. After all, "Sou Shen Ji" is a novel, and no one has seen it with their own eyes.But now it goes without saying, disappearing under the watchful eyes of the public is definitely not something human can do!

Zhou Qingshan was stunned for 5 minutes before remembering to call his assistant.The assistant is his confidant, but he doesn’t really believe it in his heart. He still mutters a little when he answers the boss’s phone call—this tells him to take a cotton ball and run to sit in an empty house, and now he’s looking for a wooden man. Here comes...

Before the assistant finished thinking, he looked up and saw a black thing leaning on the window sill. It was the wooden figure that the boss's daughter cut out of the cake before!

Suddenly, there was a loud gasp in the empty house.

After talking on the phone with his assistant, Zhou Qingshan looked at Shao Jingxing in admiration: "Well, that wooden figure really followed!" Oh my god, what Shao Jingxing said just now is true, this, this is... Zhou Qingshan didn't even know what words to use to describe him, this is an expert!Shao Boyan's son thought he was a little dumbfounded when he saw him donating the family property, but he was clearly a real person without showing his face!

After hearing this, Zhou Shu looked at Shao Jingxing helplessly as if she had grasped a life-saving straw: "Then, what should we do now?"

"Actually, the blood of the green clam is not harmful." Shao Jingxing said honestly, "If you are afraid, just burn them all. In fact, you can also not burn them. Let them 'fly' a few more times, and the blood of the green clam will be exhausted It won't work anymore." For example, the drop of blood from the moth on his wrist is almost invisible now, only a very weak induction is left.Maybe even if Huo Qing is standing downstairs at this moment, he can't feel it anymore...

Thinking of Huo Qing, Shao Jingxing suddenly lost his mood.Now that Zhangliu God's matter has been found out, he is no longer needed here.In fact, from his point of view, the person who had the blood of green gnats was probably trying to scare Zhou Shu, so he also suspected that it was a conflict between the girls in the dormitory.There are only four people in total. If you work hard, you should be able to find out, right?This is Zhou Qingshan's business.

Zhou Qingshan personally sent Shao Zhongyan and Shao Jingxing out of the villa, and was very affectionate to Shao Jingxing, if you want him to ask him for anything, don't be polite.

So Shao Jingxing thought for a while, and said: "Uncle Zhou, if you find out who did the trick, can you tell me?" There is nothing to be afraid of the blood of the green clam, but how did this person get the blood of the green clam? It's a problem.

Shao Zhongyan didn't speak much until the two of them got into the car, and then asked Shao Jingxing, "How do you know this?" Shao Jingxing did some research on antiques, but this kind of green clam blood belongs to book knowledge, how could Shao Jingxing know?Moreover, this is not a myth and legend, but a real existence?

Shao Zhongyan believed that there would be things in this world that science could not explain. What he didn't believe was that Shao Jingxing would know about such things, and he seemed very sure, which proved that in his opinion, the blood of green clam was not just a legend or a legend. Story, he firmly believes that this thing exists, and he may even have seen it himself.

In short, even at that time, Shao Jingxing probably didn't know how confident he looked, and he was completely different from the coward Shao Zhongyan had known all along.

No, maybe Shao Jingxing has been a little different since several months ago.For example, regarding the matter of his transfer of Bicheng's shares, Shao Jingxing never dared to make such a claim, let alone confront him face to face about the relationship between the two of them.

So, what happened that he didn't know?For example, what expert did he know, someone with real skills?

Shao Zhongyan was thinking about it, when he heard Shao Jingxing answer with a straight face: "The delivery guy in a private restaurant taught me."