Gong Jun is a ghost

Xiang Cheng fell in love with reading all kinds of ghost stories with his roommates when he was in college. He was timid, but for some reason he was very interested in stories about ghosts and souls.It's okay to enjoy some novels.Raising a kid naturally also appeared in the books he had read.

There are many kinds of child raising in the book, some are for changing luck, some are for prosperity, or prosperity for peach blossoms.Sometimes when he goes out to play or eat, he always pays attention to the decoration of other people's rooms from time to time. Many people, especially those who do business, always worship Guan Gong or offer a table at home.That's probably what it does.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but as soon as the second uncle's ghost words were spoken, the light in the ancestral hall suddenly dimmed, just like when the voltage at home was unstable.But the problem is that there is no electricity in this room, and the only thing used for lighting is a thick glass skylight with an area of ​​less than half a square meter above the head, plus two candles lit on the altar table.

Xiang Cheng raised his head and looked out of the window through the skylight, the sky turned dark at some point, and the dark clouds pressed down low.A small branch was blown by the wind, exposing a few leaves from time to time outside the skylight.It looked like it was going to rain.

On the altar under the skylight, the flames of two candles stirred slightly, as if the wind was blowing them.But the fact is that his clothes have long been eroded by sweat, but apart from the sweltering heat, he doesn't feel the presence of a breath of wind at all.

Everyone in the room was stunned by the words just now, and no one noticed it.That's right, anyone who knows that the one enshrined in their ancestral hall is not their own ancestors or even has nothing to do with them will feel strange, let alone a respected elder who categorically says it is a ghost?Everyone was speechless for a moment.

"If you don't believe it, you can take off the gauze on the tablet and look at the engravings underneath. You can tell the name of the person you have worshiped for so many years." After speaking, he first looked at everyone's reactions, and saw No one expressed any objection, so the group who came with him winked.A tall and thin young man stood up immediately. This man had a fairly decent face, thick eyebrows, small eyes, bulbous nose, and thin lips. He squinted his eyes and pretended to kneel down and made a bow.When he got up, he pushed away the standing spectators and dragged out a wooden stool from behind the altar.

The stool was more than half a meter high, and the tablet was about three meters high.The man tried to stand on his feet first, and then stood up after confirming that it was stable.He stood up straight with his back facing Xiang Cheng, and slowly stretched his hand towards the tablet covered with gauze.

When that hand was about to touch the tablet, Xiang Cheng saw the candles on the altar shaking again.At first, he thought it was the person standing on the stool that moved the air around his body, creating a wind that was strong enough to shake the flames, but the next scene made all the hairs on his body stand on end.

The young man held the tablet in his hand and stood there with his head bowed. The people below looked very impatient and yelled for him to take it down and read it again.The man didn't move, until the second uncle coughed several times before he slowly turned around... The tablet was held tightly in his arms by both ends of the base with both hands, and the black gauze was tightly stretched The outline of the memorial tablet appeared on it, and under the dim candlelight, there were several bright red characters printed on it:

The spiritual positions of Xiang's family Xiang Cheng and his wife Xiang Yinshuo! ! !

There was a sudden silence in the ancestral hall, and Xiang Cheng was facing the memorial tablet, so he could see it most clearly.It's your own name on it?

"Is Xiaocheng surprised?"

Xiang Cheng regained his senses and looked at the kind-hearted old man. He didn't believe that this was his tablet. He was obviously alive and well, so there must be something else he didn't know.Maybe it's all the fault of this person in front of him.

"Don't look at me like that, I was as surprised as you were when I first saw it. But it's true, believe it or not."

"You mean I'm that little ghost?"

"No, no, no, we all know whether you are a ghost or not. I'm talking about another person on the tablet, Xiaocheng. Don't you wonder who your "wife" is?"

It has to be said that he is very good at mobilizing topics and making people follow his thoughts.Xiang Cheng knew that he wanted to use his own mouth to elicit the following words, and he didn't want to be as complacent as the other party, but he was indeed curious.

"who is she?"

"Hehe, Xiaocheng, don't worry, you answer me first, if she is really your wife, will you be with her?"

Xiang Cheng was speechless, what is the problem?

Seeing that Xiang Cheng didn't speak, the second uncle showed a comprehending expression and said, "Then let me change the question. If you meet each other and both of you are satisfied with each other, will you marry him and stay together?"

He couldn't help imagining a figure with fluttering long hair in his mind, imagining the stunning appearance of her turning around, he almost smirked, until the figure suddenly turned around and turned into Xiang Xun's face.Xiang Cheng woke up with a jerk.

"What? You don't want to?"

"It's hard to answer. Tell me first, is he a human or a ghost?"