At around nine o'clock, Huang Jiu started to feel sleepy, but tonight he was the protagonist, and I kept him awake all the time.
By about ten o'clock, I was so bored that I felt a little sleepy.
I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face and walk around the living room.
As soon as he came back and sat down, Huang Jiu asked: "What do you think Professor Sun is doing now? Is he hanging from the ceiling and watching us?"
"Does he see with one head, or three heads, his left eye, or his right eye?"
I subconsciously looked up at the top of my head, but I didn't see any ghosts.
But listening to Huang Jiu's muttering, it was inevitable that he felt a little frightened.
Especially Professor Sun's ability to combine at will makes him no longer a ghost.
Thinking of this, I feel a little worried.
After all, I didn't handle the whole process, I just heard about it in the middle.
Now I can only pray that nothing goes wrong.
Huang Jiu was still mumbling, so I pinched his mouth and said, "That's it, don't talk anymore."
Huang Jiu shook his head, still wanting to struggle.
I was about to exert my strength when suddenly there was a gust of wind in the house.
breeze.
Slightly shady.
But in order to ensure that the smell did not escape, I closed all the windows in the house.
Outside, everything was calm in Digouxing's vision.
Then it can only be Sun Guodong in the house who is preparing to act like a monster.
I let go of Huang Jiu's mouth tube, slowly slid my hand to my waist, and held the blood thorn.
The wind came for a while, slowed down for a while, and then the second wind came again.
It felt like there was a living thing blowing on us not far away.
"Professor Sun, is that you?" I asked.
no respond.
However, a book Sun Mengmeng placed on the coffee table was blown, and the pages turned rustlingly.
After turning seven or eight pages, the wind dissipated.
Huang Jiu whispered: "What do you mean? The old man thinks we are too boring and wants us to read a book?"
I ignored his nonsense.
This situation is like sending a message across borders.
Not in the same world, and unable to break the boundary, if you want to convey information, the ghost will create some information and signs.
This is also the most common way of communication between the Yin and Yang worlds.
If someone in the family dies, as long as you pay a little attention in the first seven days, you will notice some changes that are different from usual.
For example, the placed items may suddenly appear in a place outside the memory, or some specific things may occur in a dream.
These may be messages from deceased relatives to us.
Sun Guodong's strength is not weak, but he has never broken through the boundary, nor has he taken the initiative to manifest in front of us.
I wasn't sure for a moment, so I leaned over and took a look. What was being flipped was a romance book.
There are many words on it.
If Sun Guodong were a woman, I could still understand that he missed me.
But he is a bad old man, what can he convey to me through words?
The person waiting hasn't come yet, and I don't dare to let Huang Jiu knock him out.
But I worry about missing important information.
After thinking about it, I stood up and picked out eight albums and four simple books from Sun Meng's bookshelf, and laid them flat on the coffee table.
As soon as I stepped back, the dark wind appeared again.
Huang Jiu immediately jumped on my shoulders, and Yuan Fei also stood up from the sofa.
Flipping the album, I paused for the first time. The title of the page was: Saving Endangered Species.
Flipping the page for the second time, the title that stopped was: Me and the Ancient Creatures.
Without having to guess, three words came to my mind: save me.
But in this room, Sun Guodong is the biggest threat.
Could it be that something suddenly appeared and threatened him?
Huang Jiu interrupted: "The old man's conscience has been greatly damaged after he raised his braids. He wants us to open up the boundary between yin and yang so that he can come out and harm us."
Sun Guodong at night is definitely better than during the day.
And we checked all the rooms and he was the only one here.
It is possible that by sending such a signal now, as Huang Jiu said, he is trying to tempt us to break the boundaries.
When I hesitated, the album flipped again.
The page that stopped this time had only one word: fast.
Not only that, Sun Guodong, who was blowing the pages of the book, seemed to be suddenly pulled away. The pages of the book were not fully opened, and his breath suddenly stopped.
I no longer hesitated and said: "Brother Huang, quickly use your demonic energy to break the boundary between yin and yang."
Huang Jiudao: "Isn't it appropriate?"
I said anxiously: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, things have changed."
Huang Jiu saw my nervous expression and hurriedly released his demonic energy.
With the impact of the demonic energy, the temperature in the room became lower and a sinister wind sprang up.
But the whole room was empty, and the countless "Sun Guodongs" had disappeared.
Huang Jiu shouted: "Old Bangzi ran away!"
"He didn't run away, something happened."
As soon as I finished speaking, two ghostly figures appeared at the entrance, one black and one white.
The two wore tall hats, held mourning sticks, and stuck out scarlet tongues.
Black and white are impermanent?
But this image...
Huang Jiu immediately laughed so much that he held his belly with his paws and said out of breath: "I'm laughing to death. You guys are watching movies while you are still alive..."
Before Huang Jiu finished speaking, one black and one white raised their hands, and two green yin fires floated towards me and Yuan Fei.
The temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing point.
I took a sharp breath, and Yang Qi came out of my body, and the suppressed Yang fire on my shoulders was instantly ignited.
The Yin Qi and Yang Qi collided, making a "puff" sound in the surrounding air.
Like water droplets falling into the heart of a candle.
Two rays of Yin Fire also flew closer at this moment.
Yuan Fei and I exhaled the breath from our mouths at the same time. After the two breaths came out, they gathered into Yang Fire and collided with the Yin Fire.
The yin and yang collided, and the three yang fires on my body flickered, but they were not extinguished.
The Yanghuo on Yuan Fei's left shoulder suddenly dimmed.
Seeing that he was about to die, I quickly raised my hand and slapped him on the back of the head.
His soul was frightened, his aura became strong, and the Yang Fire that was about to be extinguished was ignited again.
But Black and White Impermanence jumped and landed in front of us.
The mourning sticks in his hands were pointed towards me and Yuan Fei respectively.
The two moved, and I saw an iron chain trailing behind them. There seemed to be something tied behind them, and that thing was still in the house.
Upon seeing this, I grabbed Huang Jiu from my shoulder and threw it towards Black and White Wuchang's head with my backhand.
At the same time, I moved forward instead of retreating, hitting Bai Wuchang's mourning stick with my forehead.
My spiritual orifice was extremely stable, and the collision directly caused the mourning stick in Bai Wuchang's hand to explode into a stream of yin energy.
Yuan Fei avoided the mourning stick, grabbed Hei Wuchang's wrist with his backhand, bullied him up, and kicked Hei Wuchang in the waist.
Seeing that he was agile and masculine, and that nothing would happen to him for a while, I ignored him, stepped forward, and slammed my forehead against Bai Wuchang's.
Soul impact is the most direct and simple way to deal with ghosts.
Of course, the premise is that the spiritual aperture is strong enough, the soul is stable enough, and the head is strong enough.
I have no choice but to make this move in order to buy time for Huang Jiu.
Under the collision of yin and yang, my forehead seemed to hit a steel plate.
The pain made me burst into tears, and I almost cried and called Xiao Cui.
But fortunately, after Yuan Fei and I delayed, Huang Jiu landed smoothly and followed the chain into the room.
