C75

"Sorry, I was being fierce towards you in the square. I was just worried for Qing Ling, so don't take my words to heart!" That was how Yun-jie was like. Normally, she was very fierce on the phone, but when she sat down, her words seemed to melt.

I looked at Yun-jie. She was wearing blue and white pajamas, the kind that went with her body. She was wearing a nightgown. It was very eye-catching. It made my heart itch, but I said I wouldn't hurt her again. So I pulled out a cigarette and lit it to distract myself. I thought about it for a while and finally made up my mind that there were some things she knew would be better.

"Yun-jie." I paused, then looked at her, making sure she was listening, before I continued, "I'm telling you things that you can believe or not believe. Think of it as a story I told you."

Yun-jie frowned and walked over and sat beside me. She seemed to know from my serious attitude that it wasn't a small matter. She said, "Tell me, I'll listen!"

"Cold Transcendence's kick is small, but his life is big!"

"What do you mean?"

So I told her what I had seen in the office this morning, and finally added, "I don't know which one of them the cold had run into, which had made the yang fire in his body weak, which had attracted so much evil and evil, and I saw that his face was haggard and his eyes were lifeless, and that it wouldn't be long before those things ate him up. Because she had lived with him for a period of time, Shui Qingling had also been targeted. Plus, she was in the dark, and now that she was in the dark, she would be in the dark soon. "So I thought--I think you'd better keep your distance!"

When Yun-jie heard this, she stared at me with wide eyes and an expression of disbelief. "You're saying that you have Yin Yang Eyes, so you can see those things?"

As soon as I heard her ask, I knew that the words had been for nothing, because she didn't take them seriously, or rather, she had seen too much of them in the movies, and from deep down she knew that they were false. What she was really interested in was whether or not this person in front of her was the legendary person with the ability to penetrate Yin.

I say I am not the Yin Yang Eye, but I can sense the existence of those things, which occasionally translate into visual information so that I can see them, but until now I have not mastered the art of this transformation. Maybe I can only see them when they're particularly strong.

"You still have the same set of skills? Then, take a look and see if there are any of those things in my room." As soon as she finished speaking, the window was blown open by the wind, and the curtains were drawn up as if they had been pulled up by something. Yun-jie was startled and didn't dare to say anything for a while. Soon, the curtain was opened and the night wind blew in.

I thought about not talking about ghosts at night, and there were some things I couldn't bear to talk about.

I walked over and closed the window. On the street below, an ambulance was speeding past. I suddenly had an idea. Right, there was a hospital nearby. It was quite large and it was next door to the east. It was a taboo to buy a house. The surrounding environment of the house (the "outer hills" as it is called in feng shui) consists of graveyards, funeral homes, hospitals, and other gloomy places that form the pattern of solitary yin fiends. The main house is home to many dark diseases, bad luck, and frequent nightmares. It wasn't just because the hospital was a place where the yin gathered but also where the spirits fled. This had a huge impact on the surrounding Yin and Yang, requiring a professional yin yang master to guide them. More importantly, most of the hospitals were filled with viral bacteria that would spread out whenever the wind blew. Relatively speaking, people may be more likely to accept the latter statement, but ignore the previous one or not believe it at all. It seemed that although this place was extremely expensive, there was a hidden threat here.

"What's wrong?" Sister Yun asked.

I immediately came back to my senses and looked around carefully, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so I said, "It's nothing, that's all I have to say today. Whether you believe it or not is another matter, you can take this thing and don't know whether it will work or not!" As I spoke, I took out the two pieces of Huang Profound Dragon's jade. It wasn't two pieces, it was two pieces that had been broken. This piece of jade had once protected my life, so I was unwilling to throw it away. Moreover, when I observed this piece of jade, I discovered that it wasn't like what we used to say: The jade was broken, so it was dead, and there were signs of growth. This confused me a little, but it did happen now, and the only explanation was that Jade had come to me and come back to life. In ancient times, only people with noble feelings were qualified to wear jade. Of course, there were also officials who wore jade to show their identity. Therefore, jade symbolized purity and nobility.

I also solemnly emphasized that I must wear it on my back and not leave it behind. Because there are a lot of storylines in the story is because they don't believe this, causing the protagonist to encounter trouble. I personally helped her hang one piece around her neck while the other one told her to give it to Shui Qingling.

"Shui Qingling is already wearing the Golden Buddha armor, I don't think you need it. Take this piece for yourself." Sister Yun said.

I've seen Shui Qingling's golden Buddha statue before. It was about the size of a thumb and the workmanship was very exquisite, but I don't think it would work at all. Otherwise, there wouldn't be an old lady following them on the square. So I concluded that her Buddha was as unenlightened as Leng Wujie's Jade Guanyin. In fact, men's Dai Guanyin and Women's Daffodil were not used to exorcise evil spirits at the beginning. First, men's Dai Guanyin, first, was the official seal, while men's Dai Guanyin was the official viscount. Here, it expressed a kind of pursuit and desire. As for Daffodil Daydream, she had a feminine air around her, while Forhan was the embodiment of righteousness and righteousness, able to neutralize that feminine air.

"You should take it with you. There's something wrong with that Golden Buddha." I looked into the living room and saw a mirror hanging on the wall in front of the door. I went over and took it down and set it aside. There was no need for a mirror in this position, as there was usually a mirror in the room to block the incoming attack. However, the front of Sister Yun's house was a square with a large amount of people. Hanging a mirror here is the first, the money does not enter the door, and the second, the god cannot be in the house.

I looked at the time, it was already 10: 00 PM, so I said, "It's getting late, I'm going downstairs. I'm staying at the inn, call me if you need anything." After saying that, I walked to the door and was about to open it when Yun-jie rushed over and hugged me. She whispered, "Can we not leave tonight?"

I shivered, my heart hammering, and for a moment I didn't know what to do. I could hear Sister Yun's warmth and heavy breathing behind me. I could feel my soul leaving my body at once.

"Cloud... Yun-jie, you … "Don't do that!" I tried to wrench her hand away, but she was holding it so tightly that it wouldn't budge. I'm afraid that if this goes on, maybe something bad will happen again tonight, and I've already decided to keep this relationship with her. I owe her before, but I can't owe her anymore, I'm afraid that I'll feel guilty if I keep going like this, and more importantly, the gap between us was too big, she's not rational right now, and I can't.

In my panic, I didn't know how I got down the stairs. I walked alone down the street, looking at the cars coming and going, and the sense of loss welled up in me again. I looked up at the sky. I could barely see the stars because of the light pollution, and it was good for those things that there was no starlight or moonlight at night. Because ghosts were afraid of the three lights, it was impossible to expose a corpse to the moonlight during a funeral at night, so it had to be covered with a white barrier. His mother said that there were relatively few people in the countryside, and that the Yin people were more active. The city was densely populated, and they had nowhere to live, but it didn't seem like that at the moment. Every year, due to some small incident, there were many people who died in car accidents. Many of them were the kind of people who died violently, and people were losing the concept of sacrificial rites.

I had only taken a few steps when I noticed a man squatting at an intersection, turning paper money. Actually, I didn't want to say this because it has nothing to do with the current situation. I chose to say it as a reminder to everyone, not to be direct when encountering this kind of thing.

The man repeated a name over and over again, as if it were State Security. This kind of phenomenon was very common. Some citizens would burn paper at night to comfort their loved ones' souls. This was a common occurrence in Guangdong Province.

I stood far away from them, for the dead must have been there at this time to collect their money, so it was better not to go through with it. I looked at it for a while and suddenly saw that the pile of paper ashes had suddenly started to hang up. I immediately felt that something was amiss, so I frowned as I looked carefully. I could vaguely see two figures fighting in the air for something, and it was extremely fierce. I immediately understood what was going on and hurriedly walked forward a few steps and pulled the person aside.

She was a middle-aged woman. Because of the scene just now, her entire body was trembling and she could not utter a single word. I asked. "Who do you burn the money for?"

"I... Husband, Geng Guo An. "

I turned around and saw that they were still arguing, so I snapped, "Stop it! The money goes to Geng Guo! No one else is to disturb us!"

The two men seemed to sense that I could see them, and they both stopped, and then one of them disappeared. After that, the pile of ashes slowly drifted down to the ground. The figure that was left behind cupped his hands towards me and disappeared as well.

I heaved a sigh of relief and immediately left. The middle-aged woman kept calling out to me, asking me what was going on. I ignored her.

I was quite familiar with the environment here. I found an inn, but because it was late at night, they didn't ask for my identity card. Not long after I lay down, I could vaguely hear someone shouting at me, "Judgement! Judgement! "Save my son, save my son!"