C159 kite

I whispered to Xia Xin, "Tell me what it is, and I won't look at it."

Xia Xin didn't even pay attention to me as she pointed to the front and said, "Go." The Ghost Prisoner is waiting for you there. "

I stared blankly at the darkness before me. "Just move forward?"

Xia Xin nodded in affirmation.

I said, a little unconvinced, "Can you take off that cloth and see for yourself? There's nothing in front of me but a dark mass. What if I go the wrong way? "

Xia Xin coldly said, "You won't go the wrong way. If you carry the Mercy Soup in your hands, you will definitely see the Ghost Prison."

The Mr. Zhao also urged me, "You can go now. After the Ghost-Prison finished drinking the soup, I'll bring Hu Chujiu there. When we're done, we'll go home. It's very simple. "

I sighed and thought: Of course it's easy. Death is the easiest thing in the world.

I walked for a while in the dark, and soon I could no longer see the fire behind me.

After Xia Xin flicked the light away, Erhu lit the candle again. However, the darkness here seems to be a little different. It seems to be able to isolate the light, and after I had only walked a few steps, I was completely unable to find the position of Mr. Zhao's group.

I sighed and thought: I hope that the Ghost Prisoner will not recognize me before I drink the soup.

As I was thinking, I heard footsteps behind me. My heart tightened and I immediately stopped.

The footsteps did not disappear, but continued to come towards me. He didn't slow down, and I was afraid he'd hit me in two seconds.

I immediately shouted anxiously, "There's someone here!"

The footsteps stopped, right next to me, very close.

I swallowed and asked, "Who?"

The man didn't answer, but I could feel him beside me. After a few seconds, I felt the lid move, followed by a chewing sound.

I was surprised: was this man stealing from my pot?

Wait, isn't this some kind of soup? Why was there a chewing sound?

I asked again, "Hey, what are you eating?"

That person didn't answer me and just left.

The more I thought about it, standing in the dark with the pot in my hand, the more incredible it seemed. I faintly felt that the contents of this pot were very important to me. If I didn't look at it, I might have regretted it.

Immediately after, all sorts of strange imaginations appeared in my mind: The thing in this pot, could it be my foster-grandpa?

I put the pot on the floor and put my hand on the lid. I hesitated.

Xia Xin said, "I can't look at the contents of the pot. After I look, it's hard for the deities to save them." Then I won't look at it now. Can I touch it?

I lifted the lid and put my hand on the pot to try it. It was not hot, even a little cold. Slowly my hand went down.

I felt a cold pool of water, and there were a few round things floating on it. It looked like a date, but it was also bigger than a date. The thief who stole the food just now was most likely this one.

After confirming that the pot wasn't filled with my foster-grandpa, I heaved a sigh of relief. I covered the pot with the lid and carried it forward.

Soon, a ball of fire appeared in front of them. I began to get excited, then scared. I'm finally going to meet the Ghost Prison. I don't know if I'll be able to come back alive.

However, when I got close to the firelight, I was stunned.

I saw an old Taoist sitting here. His hair and eyebrows were all white, but there were not many wrinkles on his face. He was wearing a Daoist robe, and his eyes were closed as he chanted a scripture. He looked very sage-like.

And in front of this old Taoist, there was another statue of a god. Surprisingly, the statue was not placed on the altar, but in front of the old Daoist. The idol and the Taoist were of equal height, as if to suggest that they were of equal status.

I used the lamp beside the deity statue to carefully look at this deity. Then I discovered that this deity wasn't Three Purities, nor was it Patriarch Lu, but rather an ordinary looking old man.

Wait, this old man looks familiar. Eh? Isn't this the old way of chanting scriptures?

My footsteps seemed to alarm the old man. He sighed and said, "Who came to disturb my cultivation?"

I carefully replied, "Xia Xin told me to come. I'm here to send the soup. It's Mercy Soup."

When I said the words' merciful soup ', the old Daoist shuddered and said, "This child is being considerate."

He didn't say that he was a ghost prisoner, but I felt that he was one and couldn't be wrong.

I cautiously asked, "I would like to ask..." Where is Hu Mancang? "

The old Daoist did not even raise his head, and lightly said: "If you want to meet Hu Mancang, then you must meet him personally, are you Hu Chujiu?"

I denied it. "I'm not."

The old Daoist nodded: "Go, let Hu Chujiu come see me."

I agreed and turned around to leave. Who knew that the old Daoist would suddenly stop me? "Wait a moment."

I stood right there, afraid to move.

The old Daoist said faintly, "You haven't touched this Mercy Soup, right?"

I panicked, knowing that things might not be going well. I whispered, "I … I didn't look. "

This answer could not be fooled by the old Daoist. He asked again, "Did you touch my soup of mercy?"

His voice was not loud, but the depressing tone almost scared me to the point of peeing my pants. I forced myself to lie. "No."

The old Daoist casually lifted the lid of the pot. I glanced inside and broke out in a cold sweat.

How was this a merciful soup? The pot was full of blood, and what was floating on top of it were the eyes. There were a total of five eyes.

The old Daoist covered the pot and slowly stood up. As he walked towards me, he said, "Inside the pot, there are three people's eyes. Tell me, how many eyes should these three people have? "

To my horror, I discovered that the old Taoist was also blind.

The old Daoist's eyelids had caved in, and there were no eyeballs in them at all. But it didn't seem to bother him. I always thought he could see where I was.

The old Daoist asked me again, "How many eyes are there for three people?"

I braced myself and said, "Six."

The old Daoist asked me, "Why is there one missing?"

I said, "On the way here, someone secretly lifted the lid of my pot and ate one of them."

After the old Daoist heard this, his expression actually became a bit calmer. He asked me, "What does that person look like?"

I guessed that the old Daoist knew this person and even had a good relationship with him. I honestly said, "It was too dark for me to see."

The old Daoist nodded. "If someone really did eat you midway, then you can't be blamed." But I need to check your hands to see if you're keeping watch. "

I laughed dryly and said, "Why would I steal eyes for? This thing is pretty disgusting. "

The old Daoist's expression turned serious. "Hold out your hand."

I had no choice but to obediently stretch out my hand. His left hand was clean and his right was covered in blood.

The old Daoist took a deep breath and said, "What a thick smell of blood. And you say you didn't steal eyes? "

I knew there was no way to tell. I turned and ran. In the end, the old Daoist caught me after only two steps.

"I give you two choices. One, dig out your eyes and give me six. Two, I'll leave you a complete corpse and kill you. " The old Daoist spoke very plainly, as if my life was not worth a single cent.

I thought: If I'm scared out of my wits, how can I leave a whole corpse?

The old Daoist urged me, "Have you made up your mind?"

I said, "This eye is really stolen. Find that person and ask him. With how capable you are, it shouldn't be difficult for you to find that person. "

The old Daoist hesitated for a moment before sighing, "Forget it, forget it. You are a human life after all.

I was so excited that I was about to cry.

The old Daoist said to me, "Your soul is very good. It's very light. You can blow it up with just a gust of wind."

I thought: Isn't that what souls are like?

The old Daoist took out a white line. The thread was ordinary, like a woman's sewing. The old man tied the string around my wrist. I quietly tried it out, feeling that if I pulled hard, it would snap.

The old Daoist seemed to have guessed what I was thinking and lightly said, "You better not break it. Otherwise, I won't be able to guarantee where you will fly off to. "

"Where will I fly?"

The old Daoist didn't answer me, but continued to say, "The people that steal our eyes are wandering around here. It would not be easy to capture him, unless he was caught in a trap. Later, you will turn into a kite and fly into the air, and when he comes near you, you will catch him. You have to remember, just grab onto him and don't hurt him. "

I hastily asked, "What does it mean to turn into a kite?"

The old man didn't answer, just blew on me. I suddenly felt a cold breeze blowing by, and my body floated gently into the air.

I didn't know how tall the Yama Temple was. I felt that I was already very tall, but I didn't touch its roof.

Suddenly, the thread grabbed my soul. I really was like a kite floating in the air.

I looked down and could just barely make out the long lights. I looked around again, but couldn't see anyone.

I don't even know where the guy who stole my eyes is.

I was floating in the air for a moment when I felt a chill approach me. This chill was very familiar, and it had appeared when I was carrying the pot in search of the Ghost Prisoner.

My mind jolted and I immediately put on an act of hiding something in my embrace. Being a thief was very addictive. There was no reason not to steal from a fool who was hiding things in a fluster.

Indeed, that cold aura is quickly approaching me. I couldn't see it, but I could feel its interest in what I was hiding.

It approached me cautiously, then reached out and fished for something in my arms. There was only one dagger in my arms, and before the thing could reach me, I grabbed his wrist and shouted, "I've got the thief."

I don't know if he's a thief or not, but I know he is. No matter what, someone had to take the blame today.