Chapter 52: The Lights Go Out and the Soul Scatters
The soul shadow was extremely clear, as if there was a living person standing behind the screen.
Zhang carpenter's son, Zhang Chunkeng, looked at the shadow in a daze, his mind drifting up.
So familiar shadow, how familiar silhouette, accompanied him to grow up, for him and slowly grow old …… As soon as he saw that shadow, wow bawled, kneeled on the ground, and moved two steps towards the screen, wanting to be closer to that shadow, see more truly, for fear that the shadow disappeared. ……
The shadow of the soul on the screen was originally stationary, but when he heard his cries, he began to shake fiercely, pounding the screen with his hands, as if he wanted to smash the screen and drill out from the dark side.
The screen is made of waxed paper, ordinary people with a finger can be destroyed, but the black shadow is only a soul shadow, which have any power, the wind blew through the screen just rustling slight sound, is intact.
Seeing the shadow hideous restlessness, Zhang Chunkeng this son of the heart alarmed, kept saying comforting words, trying to let the soul shadow calm down, if you can have a good word with him, it would be even better.
When his father was dying, he was already delirious and couldn't communicate with people, he was guarding the bedside, but he didn't even have half a word with his father, and let him as a son's heart was cut like a knife.
"Father ah …… you quiet a moment …… and son say again talk, even if …… again scolded me a few words or … …"
Meng Fan hands clasped in front of his chest, staring at the scene in front of him, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, the state of this soul shadow is certainly not right, how so mournful, which is like a recruited ghost, rather like a recruited ghosts, and saw the eight candles on the ground, there are four candles weak, about to extinguish, opened his mouth and said: "Kun, Sunda, away, against the four directions out of the question, I'm afraid that this soul shadow won't last much longer."
Zhang Ma Zi nodded approvingly, "Kun, Xun, Li and Tui are the four Yin trigrams, once extinguished, the soul will dissipate, this carpenter's soul is haunted by grievances, which affects the formation, Meng Fan, you have to think of a way to find out why Zhang Carpenter has so much grievances, and help him to dissolve them, or else this spell will end fruitlessly."
She paused and said: "Moreover, this grudge is not out of nowhere, but before death with, to death have not solved the grudge, after death and more and more, long time to go on sooner or later will be transformed into a harm to people's ghosts, will cause trouble, to that time …… Meng Fan ah, I'm afraid that you and I have a person among them …… will have to step in! But I'm old and I'm old, so you're the one who has to do it."
Meng Fan heard skimmed his mouth, this wife can be really unscrupulous, take the money to take fast, shirk also shirk fast, really some eight-sided, but really should learn to learn from her.
Zhang Chunkeng listened to the heart and soul shock, his father was good to people in life, treating people is generous and simple, how will become a ghost? How to think is not understand.
Looking at his father's struggling soul shadow, his heart ached and dripped blood, turned to Meng Fan and Zhang Brazi kowtowed: "Father is a good person, you all know, can not die without peace, help him ah ……"
"Get up and say it." Meng Fan saw that the flames of those four candles were getting weaker and weaker, while the other four candles representing the four yang hexagrams were burning more and more vigorously, it was clear that the yin was flourishing and the yang was declining, a hand pulled Zhang Chunkeng up from the ground, "Chunkeng, this is not the time for you to cry, you have to think about what Uncle Zhang did before he died, which of those things were the things that were nagging at him or… . not forgetting, these things are very important and heavy, you can't mess up first, if you mess up, your father's soul will be even more hopeless ……"
"Good …… good ……" Zhang Chunkeng brow wrinkled into a lump, racking his brain to think, suddenly his body shook, think of something as if, opened his mouth and said. "Before my father died, he said that he was going to go to the county to buy some things, I asked him what to buy, but he didn't tell me, so he just left, looking at his appearance there was still some …… well …… some mystery… …And then when he came back it was already the middle of the night …… sanity was already unclear, and after that things were already known to everyone, he had come across that traffic light."
He slowed his breath, and added: "My father he is early in the morning to leave, also should not come back so late, and also did not buy anything back, I have looked for, nothing, is something wrong …… is these."
Meng Fan nodded, closed his eyes, tilted his head and took a deep breath, and strung the events related to Zhang Carpenter, one by one, bead by bead, into a line …… When he opened his eyes again, a flash of light flowed out of his gaze, as if he had come to a clear understanding.
He raised his steps to go out, and looked back at the screen, "I go to find a person, granny, your old man can keep an eye on it, do not give blowing lights and wax."
"Don't underestimate the old man!" Granny Zhang rolled her eyes, "Just go about your business."
Meng Fan nodded, walked to the courtyard, took a deep leap, and his figure disappeared into the darkness …… The weeds in the courtyard swayed slightly, and there were already some signs of yellowing, and this fall may soon be over ……
Liu two evil knife lick blood days lived a long time, before going to bed to develop a habit, always used to put that machete under the pillow, so that he can sleep, but tonight he was distracted, how can not sleep, the hand touched the machete, always feel that will be out of the way of what happened.
When he was tossing and turning, a shadow suddenly appeared in the house and walked toward him, "Liu Er Evil ……."
He violently pulled out the machete, rolled up from the bed, violently pulled open the light, scared the mother-in-law beside him wow scream, but he himself is frozen, looking at the person who came and asked, "What happened to the old …… boss ……? "
The sound of the wind whistling in his ears, he was Meng Fan like carrying a small chicken, in the village at breakneck speeds swept, his arms still holding a light bag, some hot like, there are several times almost slipped down, his mouth mumbled, "I really picked up …… "
When Meng Fan came back with Liu Erxie, that candle had not yet been extinguished, but it was almost there.
Zhang granny's face was pale, it looked like she had expended a lot of energy in order to maintain the formation, and she was relieved to see that Meng Fan had returned, "Meng Fan, although this formation is a Soul Recruitment Formation, it can also be described as a Soul Trapping Formation, and after the souls are recruited, they will be trapped within the screen, and if you don't send the souls in a timely manner, it isn't impossible for Zhang Carpenter's soul to fly out of his body, and it's not unlikely for you to… . be quick about it!"
Meng Fan threw Liu Erxie to the ground and pointed at the screen, "Erxie, long story short, be …… sincere in your attitude."
Liu Erxie looked up at the screen, forgive Meng Fan had already told him the original story beforehand, at this moment, seeing the Zhang carpenter's soul shadow, also can not help but creep up, holding that glorious bag, kneeling in front of the screen.
Zhang carpenter's soul shadow saw the bag, suddenly struggled more, wax paper made of screen hunting!
Liu Erxie forced the fear, pushed that bag screen front, warily opened his mouth, "Uncle yo …… thing is what I picked up …… unintentionally… … also do not know is your, this will return to you …… you do not angry …… never angry, never …… do not look for me again. "
Thinking of that stormy and rainy night, he stood in front of Meng Fan's house, and when he turned his head, he saw a ghostly face with blood flowing all over it, and he could not help but feel his heart jumping up again, and Zhang Carpenter was resenting him!
His hands trembled as he fumbled with the glossy bag and opened it-
It was a piece of clothing.
A brand new suit.
It was very expensive, and seemed to have been made at a high price.
That soul shadow stared at the clothes in a daze, slowly quieted down, the head looked toward Zhang Chunkeng, suddenly opened his mouth: "Chunkeng ah, quickly put on ah, father secretly told you a marriage …… matchmaking without a piece of decent clothes …… How can …… you do it?"
Zhang Chunkeng suddenly realized, tears like broken line beads, big big flow down, with tears put on the suit, is ironed, straight, really good-looking ……
"Father ah ……"
Zhang Chunkeng nose sour, crying and kneeling again.
"Kneeling what, quickly get up, dirty …… will not look good ……"
"Well …… not kneel, listen to dad."
Father and son chatted sentence by sentence across the screen, Meng Fan and others watched quietly from the sidelines without saying a word.
Zhang carpenter, Meng family, because of the loss of the new clothes bought for his son to use on a blind date, non-stop searching on the mountain road, has been found late at night, delayed the time to go home, encountered the Double Fury Soul Snatching Lamp, the fate of the fall!
At this time, the object returned to its original owner, the wish has been fulfilled, eight candles lamp extinguished, the father's soul disappeared. ……
Zhang granny sent away Zhang carpenter's soul, the mind is tired, crutches to go outside: "This kind of thing can not find my wife again …… disturbing!"
Liu Erxie also distracted farewell, soulful toward home, muttered: "or road is not good ……"
Meng Fan then also left, looking in the direction of his home, the corners of his mouth hooked up in an unspecified smile, although he didn't ask in person, he had already gotten the answer he wanted –
There is so a trace of breath, from the Zhang carpenter's soul shadow inadvertently exuded, that breath does not belong to Zhang carpenter, clearly belongs to someone else, and the owner of that breath …… is afraid of the originator of all this ghostly business.
And that breath …… he is very familiar.
At this moment, there is also no hurry to showdown yet, because …… he also has someone who is waiting.
Stepping on the village path, he did not go home, but toward the creek home, that poor girl, afraid or waiting, I do not know this night, she wants to wait for the person …… will not come ……