Chapter 24 Ghost
Late at night, Li Wuxiang was lying in the woodshed.
The firewood shed is on the left side of the Xue family's main house. It is a small room, half of which is occupied by firewood. The remaining half can be used to decorate a straw shop, leaving room for entry and exit. It had been smoked for a long time before moving here. Even if there were snakes and rats, they were all gone. Then sprinkled with realgar powder bought from Chen's grocery store, there was no need for uninvited guests.
Li Wuxiang made his breathing long and steady, like a person who is really asleep. This is not easy, even difficult. Because he was getting more and more hungry, so hungry that he felt weak and could no longer maintain his current human form.
This reminded him of a vampire, and like a vampire, he was now craving for flesh and blood. He even planned to wait until dawn, kill the little hen, drink the blood first, and then eat the meat. This thought made all the tentacles in his body squirm under his skin, squirming in the direction of the main house outside the door, where there was fresh flesh and blood, fat and plump, far more than a pullet...
The next moment, he suddenly concentrated his mind, took a deep breath slowly, and told himself to calm down.
There is sound.
A very slight sound, like leaves falling on the stone slabs in the courtyard. Ordinary people would never notice this kind of noise. However, there are no trees in the Xue family's yard, and it is not raining tonight, and the sound is fast and slow, and is moving towards...
Li Wuxiang listened attentively——
Coming to the woodshed.
Someone visited Xue's house at night, which was exactly the result he wanted. Everything he has done these days is to attract people's attention to him, so that the news can reach Zhao Qi's ears, and then create opportunities for the two people to come into contact, so that he can find out about this Qi practitioner named Zhao. Is it a coincidence that he appeared in Jinshui these days, or is it because of Zhao Puppet?
But he wasn't sure who was coming now. The person who owns the town? Let's see if this "young master of the Li family" and "village royal blood" will cause any more trouble in the town?
The sound stopped in front of the door, and Li Wuxiang opened his eyes slightly. There was a waning moon tonight, and only a little moonlight leaked in through the cracks in the window, but it was enough for him.
He waited for a few breaths, but there was still no movement. He was wondering if the person had stopped moving in front of the door, when he suddenly saw a huge black shadow covering the entire window.
Then the wind started blowing outside! There was a whining sound, which made the door panels and window panels clang and sway. Li Wuxiang was shocked and immediately wanted to get up, but found that he was motionless and his body was completely unresponsive.
The strong wind only blew for a while, and the door and window panels were blown open. Then Li Wuxiang saw two huge palms, one clinging to the window frame and the other to the door frame, and he inserted his fingers. Come in. The hand was huge, one finger was as thick as his arm. It was like an orange peel, shining with an iron-green light. The tips of the fingers were covered with curved and sharp black nails, and the stench was overwhelming.
The two hands scratched for a while, leaving deep scratches on the door frame and wall. The dirt fell, and then Li Wuxiang saw the eyes of the thing outside - blood-red eyeballs the size of the mouth of a bowl, which were peeled away from the object. I looked into the room through the cracks in the window and door. When I found him, I immediately shrank my pupils and stared at him.
Then, a thunderous sound sounded, and the thing outside the door began to shout angrily: "Tell me to come in, tell me to come in!"
Li Wuxiang almost fainted from the stench of the ghost. For a moment, he had no other thoughts in his mind. He only thought that he must never agree to it, so he closed his eyes tightly and didn't answer a word.
The ghost outside the house seemed to be even more angry. He retracted his hands from the gaps between the doors and windows. Then the tiles on the roof rumbled and dust fell like rain. The ghost blew hard on the roof again until several tiles and the ones underneath were blown away. After the thatch blew down, I looked at him again through the gap in the roof and shouted: "Tell me to come in! Tell me to come in!"
Li Wuxiang still closed his eyes tightly and said nothing. The big ghost was tossing on the roof for a while. He seemed to feel tired, so he stopped scratching with his hands and lay there. He put a big red eyeball close to the gap and asked sternly: " Who are you? Where are you from? ”
Li Wuxiang instinctively wanted to tell it to leave quickly, and almost immediately blurted out: "I am Li Wuxiang, I come from..."
But just as he was about to speak, he felt a little confused - the name Li Wuxiang is the name of the owner of this body, is it mine? And where do I come from? I can’t remember clearly...at least I don’t remember the specific city or which...
The next moment, his heart trembled, and he immediately realized that something was wrong with his state. Now he seemed to be half asleep, almost unconscious - this ghost must have been sent by Zhao Qi to find out more about him! I didn’t expect his methods to be so powerful! He wanted to tell himself to keep silent, but the incestuous stench from the big ghost hit his face again, making him feel dazed for a while, and almost immediately he lost consciousness again.
Never say it out loud! But his mouth no longer obeyed, and the voice squeezed out of his throat: "I...Li..."
Can't say!
what to do!
External...external evil...external evil!
At this moment, Li Wuxiang thought of the external evil that possessed him.
After escaping from the trap, the external evil seemed to have disappeared. He had been deliberately avoiding thinking about that thing. He felt that it might be the same as Zhao Puppet's soul attached to the copper net, which was expelled by the bowl of chicken blood. In the past ten days, he had not thought about it. It was indeed safe and sound.
But now he had to try to call it out - Waixie, help me!
The next moment, everything around him suddenly faded away and became trance-like. Li Wuxiang once again felt that huge and empty thing, as if it had been waiting for a call for a long time and now it couldn't wait to appear.
But after that, Li Wuxiang felt that it was just "there", leaving him no common sense, concepts, or any other reactions like last time.
After just a moment's thought, he realized the possibility - maybe it was an evil god, or something else. Just like people in Jinshui Town worship the Kitchen God, it also requires belief and worship.
As soon as this idea came up, Li Wuxiang was stunned. It's not that the external evil didn't give me anything... the thought in my mind now should be what it left behind.
So he immediately said in his heart: No matter who you are, if you help me this time, I can live peacefully, I can try to learn some magic methods, I can worship you... I can find tributes for you! What do you want?
He knew that these words lacked sincerity and seemed like an empty promise. Just as he was about to say a few more words, he suddenly felt a subtle sense of satisfaction and joy, as well as the greed hidden behind it that he had also experienced last time.
Is it satisfied? Which sentence moved it?
But he didn't have time to think too much. Everything around him suddenly came in like a tide. Li Wuxiang felt that his head was completely clear again. He immediately continued the words that he spat out with difficulty: "I... Li... I am...Li Jiawan, Li..."
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During the day, he asked Xue Baoping the name of the young master in Lijiawan, but she didn't know. She only knew that the town owner of Lijiawan was named Li Mao. Speaking of.
He then said: "...Li Mao...my father...father...Lijiawan...wan..."
The big ghost heard what he said hesitantly, and then he yelled angrily. But now Li Wuxiang is not afraid of him anymore - this thing is probably bluffing, otherwise with its size, let alone smashing the doors and windows, it would be easy to push the house away, but now it can only roar outside the house, it can be seen that it is not Nothing to be afraid of!
He then made up his mind and just pretended to be delirious, mumbling words such as "Lijiawan", "Li Mao", "father and mother". After a while, the big ghost finally roared again and shrank his huge blood-red eyeballs back——
Li Wuxiang suddenly sat up from the straw bed!
The wind picked up outside, making the doors and windows rattle. He wiped his face, and there was no mud on his face. Looking at the walls and roof, they are all intact...it was just a dream!
Li Wuxiang stood up, walked to the door and listened outside first, then slowly opened the door bolt and pushed the door open through an inconspicuous small crack - and immediately saw a thin strip under the wall at the door. Thin lines of fire spread rapidly on something, and in the smell of fireworks, there was also a faint fragrance of bamboo.
He didn't go out, but took a closer look - it was a little origami figure. He drew a face on the figure's body with ink, and lit a pair of eyes with cinnabar. When he saw it, his eyes lit up quickly. All done. Li Wuxiang took a long breath and smelled a more subtle odor, which was very similar to the smell emanating from the ghost in the dream, making people dizzy.
So he slowly pushed the door shut and gently lowered the bolt.
The big ghost just now must be this little man. That stinky smell... is some kind of intoxicating drug sprinkled on the paper man that can make people unconscious? It seems that Zhao Qi is not as powerful as he thought in his dream.
However, there was one thing he was now absolutely sure of - Zhao Qi was most likely a disciple or relative of Zhao Puppet, and he also used bamboo paper!
He was still hungry now, but it was no longer the kind of hunger he felt when he was cornered and faced with a desperate situation, but more like the kind of hunger he felt when he was faced with a delicious dish and began to taste it calmly.
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