Mao Sandao instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He held his breath again and turned his head mechanically.
The moment he turned his head, he couldn't help but fall backwards.
"Uncle Ji" was sitting on the ground, his gray eyes staring at him.
Could it be that it was a fake corpse? !
not good!
Mao Sandao's scalp felt numb for a while, he turned around and ran towards the door quickly.
"Clang!"
Just when he was only a few feet away from the iron door, the iron door closed automatically!
reach out,
Hold the door handle,
Pull the door hard!
Try harder!
Damn,
The door won't open!
Mao Sandao was desperate...
He turned around and pressed against the door panel, staring at the "corpse" in horror.
"You shouldn't be here~"
The corpse made a sound, and Mao Sandao could clearly see that the sound did not come from the corpse's mouth, but more like ventriloquism from the corpse's belly.
And as soon as he finished speaking, the corpse suddenly stood up from the ground!
wrong,
Not a station!
It's ejected!
Mao Sandao saw clearly that the man was ejected from the ground and jumped into the air without any modification.
"Qi...Qi...Qi..."
The corpse stood stiffly and upright on the ground, slowly turning its neck with the sound of bones grinding, and looked at him again with dead eyes.
"You shouldn't be here~"
In an instant, the corpse rushed towards Mao Sandao like a sharp arrow.
Before Mao Sandao could react and dodge, the body was already standing half a meter in front of him.
Seeing this damn corpse so close at hand, the hairs on Mao Sandao's body suddenly stood up and moved sideways like a machine.
"Ji...Uncle Ji, I am Mao Sandao. I...we know each other!" Mao Sandao felt that his teeth were trembling.
"You shouldn't be here~"
The corpse immediately stepped forward and grabbed one of Mao Sandao's arms.
"ah!!!"
A heartbreaking burning pain immediately stimulated Mao Sandao's brain. He felt that what was holding him was not a hand, but a fire tong, a burning fire tong!
Just a few seconds,
Mao Sandao could already see black smoke coming out of his sleeves, and could clearly hear the sound of "Chi! Chi! Chi!"
It's like a hot coal was dropped into a basin of cold water...
Mao Sandao wanted to break free, but no matter how hard he tried, the body was as motionless as an iron man, controlling him unable to move.
It’s over!
The previous door was slammed shut, and Mao Sandao still had a trace of luck in his heart.
And at this time,
Just utter despair!
He felt a force trying to penetrate his body, as if he was looking for something.
But this attempt only lasted for a few seconds. At this time, he could clearly feel that the force seemed to be pulling on something in his body.
Figure!
He saw a figure!
exactly,
It was a shadow that was almost similar to his own that was leaving his body.
What gave him back was the gradual blurring of his consciousness and the inexplicable emptiness in his whole person...
"boom!!!"
As his consciousness accelerated and blurred, Mao Sandao heard a violent noise from the direction of the door, as if someone had kicked it open!
Then, a man rushed in.
"brute!"
The man cursed loudly.
Just after the man cursed, Mao Sandao suddenly felt that the restraint in his arms disappeared and his body became full again.
Subsequently,
He saw the man who came through the door chasing the body.
And he,
His vision became more and more blurred, and his head became extremely heavy. His vision went dark, and he only heard a "bang!" and his body fell to the ground. He no longer knew what happened next...
…
"Wake up! Wake up!"
After an unknown amount of time, Mao Sandao heard a cry.
He opened his unusually heavy eyelids and realized that he was lying on a black sofa.
In front of him, a man who looked to be in his 40s was leaning over and looking at him.
"Grandpa, grandpa..."
When Mao Sandao woke up, the man was not surprised at all. He still had the same look of death on his face.
"Grandpa, why are you here?" Mao Sandao struggled to sit up and looked at grandpa, "What's wrong with me? Hiss..."
The pain in his arm made Mao Sandao take a breath.
"You saw something you shouldn't have seen, and you almost died just now!" Grandpa squatted down, put the two fingers of his right hand together, muttered something silently, and then made a stroke on his arm.
Wherever he struck, a puff of white smoke came out, followed by a coolness that traveled from his arm to his whole body.
then,
The charcoal-colored arms developed towards the true color of the skin, and the pain gradually decreased and eventually dissipated.
Grandpa stood up and clapped his hands: "Okay, it's okay!" After saying that, he suddenly stared at Mao San and said, "Why are you here?"
Mao Sandao sat up from the sofa and rubbed his tired face: "I came here to buy a book from Uncle Ji, but I was led here by the crying."
Then he looked around and asked: "Oh, by the way, grandpa, I just saw that Uncle Ji was dead, and he faked his body. Where is he now?"
Grandpa said "hmm" and seemed not to be interested in the Uncle Ji mentioned by Mao Sandao. He replied casually and quietly: "It was your Uncle Ji's soul that caused trouble just now, but it has been taken away by me and the body has been disposed of by me. .”
"oh."
Mao Sandao knew that his grandfather Mao Daguo was an onmyoji. Since his grandfather said that the ghost thing had been collected, he dared to let go of his worries.
He looked around the room again and asked, "Grandpa, what's going on with Uncle Ji?"
Grandpa Mao Daguo didn't say anything. Instead, he walked slowly towards the door with his hands behind his back, as if he didn't want to answer Mao Sandao's question.
After a while, I had already stepped onto the stairs.
Looking at his grandfather's back, Mao Sandao couldn't help but despise him.
Pack!
Don’t you know how to do Taoism?
What the hell!
cut!
but,
There has always been a question in Mao Sandao's mind. After his parents died when he was young, his grandfather took him to Nanpu City, and the two depended on each other. However, when he had a preliminary understanding of the world, his grandfather's appearance did not seem to change. No matter what changes, he always looks like he is in his 40s.
What's even more outrageous is that grandpa sometimes disappears for no apparent reason.
Regarding these things, Mao Sandao never thought about it. And regarding the disappearance of his grandfather, he had followed him many times as a passerby, but in the end he always returned in despair after losing sight of him.
"Don't tell me, grandpa is indeed very handsome." Staring at his grandpa's majestic figure, Mao Sandao smiled unnaturally and said, "This figure, this appearance, oh, I don't know how many good families were harmed when I was young. Women."
"What are you doing standing still! Leave quickly!"
The grandfather at the top of the stairs roared without looking back, which really startled Mao Sandao.
"Why is it so bad! I won't come now!"
Due to his grandpa's majesty, Mao Sandao never dared to provoke openly. He only dared to retort in a weak tone that could almost only be heard by himself, thereby achieving a spiritual victory of self-deception.
"Amitabha...good luck and good fortune."
Seeing that his grandfather had left at the top of the stairs, he quickly bowed in the direction where Uncle Ji's body lay, and quickly followed him.
Why did Uncle Ji, a perfectly good person, suddenly die? Mao Sandao always cared about Uncle Ji's death in his heart.
He always felt that Uncle Ji's death was a bit strange.
And grandpa,
He was very indifferent to this death.
exactly,
In his eyes, it was like...an insignificant dead animal.
And in the secret room, Mao Sandao always felt that the bookstore was not as simple as he imagined, and was filled with inexplicable depression everywhere.
It wasn't until he followed his grandfather out of the house that the feeling in his heart dissipated.
"Grandpa, do you know the cause of Uncle Ji's death?"
Grandpa's footsteps seemed to be so fast every time. Mao Sandao, who was twenty-five or six years old, had to use a speed close to a trot to keep up.
"It's just one person's death, what's the fuss?" Mao Daguo had no intention of slowing down.
Visible to the naked eye, Grandpa's steps were faster than before, and he soon distanced himself from Mao Sandao again.
"No, Grandpa, didn't you notice that Uncle Ji died in an unknown manner?" Mao Sandao quickly stepped forward and grabbed Grandpa's arm, "I think there must be something wrong!"
Mao Daguo stopped and glanced at Mao Sandao, his eyes revealing something strange: "Oh? What do you think is the problem?"
Mao Sandao quickly let go of his grandfather's arm and replied with an extremely firm expression: "Uncle Ji died in the secret room. When I entered, the sofa was buckled to the ground and several candlesticks fell to the side.
So I'm wondering, could Uncle Ji have been killed? And the sofa and candlestick are the traces left by Uncle Ji when he fought with the villain? "
"What else?" Mao Daguo seemed to be interested. He stared at Mao Sandao and asked with a half-smile: "Is this the analysis?"
"There are still cries!" Mao Sandao said quickly, "Does the cry mean that Uncle Ji has some grievance?"
After hearing this, Mao Daguo raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered: "I thought you had analyzed some great clues!"
After saying that, he turned around and continued walking forward: "How are you sure that the fall on the sofa was not the result of the deceased's sudden and out-of-control struggle due to some kind of illness?
As for the crying, I just told you in the secret room that it is the soul. People have three souls and seven souls. It is not surprising that the soul will do any weird behavior after leaving the body!
The world is full of wonders. Grandson, there are still many things you don’t know! "
"Something's wrong." Mao Sandao thought for a moment, then shook his head and stepped forward again to grab the corner of his grandfather's clothes. "Grandpa, I always feel that this is..."
"That's enough!" Mao Daguo suddenly shook off Mao Sandao's hand, his face instantly became embarrassed, "Don't talk about this anymore. It's getting late, go back and rest!"
"oh……"
Mao Sandao had become accustomed to his grandfather's unstable personality and strange tone of voice. After being scolded, he could only keep his mouth shut and follow his grandfather without saying a word.
After arriving home, Mao Sandao didn't even bother to say "good night" and quickly got into the quilt and fell asleep.
