Cheng Miao took the thing and smiled, "I know, I didn't want to suppress her by drawing talismans."
Cheng Miao watched the old man slowly lock the door, then walk back with his head shrinking.
She looked at 703 opposite and felt that it was taboo for the old man to see 703.
It was almost time and Lin Zhu came back. Qi Jiajia asked Lin Zhu what he was doing back in the room. Lin Zhu didn't say anything. Qi Jiajia was so angry that he pulled out several strands of Lin Zhu's hair.
Cheng Miao gathered the three players who were playing Die Xian together. Little Freckles was relatively calm. Old Zhao was originally hit hard because both teammates were dead, but now he picked the most difficult game, with a look of death in his eyes.
Cheng Miao had no time for psychological counseling. She looked at the few people seriously and said, "Play the game later. If you don't want to die, remember the tips we have deduced. Especially in the game Die Xian, don't move around."
"The general rules are clear. Before sending the ghost away, the most important thing is not to take your hands off the plate."
Old Zhao's mouth had several cuts, and the dry skin was turned outwards. His eyes were dull and he said, "It's usually difficult to send the Die Immortal away, but now in the horror dungeon, it won't be so easy for us to send him away."
Cheng Miao looked at the things he had prepared in his hands and said, "Listen to me. Everything will be up to me when the time comes. I am sure I can send the ghost away."
Lao Zhao felt a little hopeful. He looked at Cheng Miao and prayed unconsciously in his eyes, "Really?"
Cheng Miao nodded and winked at Xiao Freckles. Old Zhao's mental level was shaky and he was optimistic about him.
Little Freckles raised his head, received it!
Lin Zhu did not participate in the mobilization. He was following what Cheng Miao told him, writing dragons and snakes on the coming yellow talisman.
When midnight arrived, Lao Zhao rubbed his face with his big hands. He stood up and eagerly followed Cheng Miao.
Qi Jiajia's "dead man's noose" was given to Lin Zhu. In this game, you must not leave without permission. If it doesn't work, Lao Zhao will be tied up.
Cheng Miao pushed open the door of room 201. A square table had been placed inside, with a small blue and white porcelain plate on the table.
She turned on the light, but the overhead light didn't light up. Only the light bulb on the table gave off a dim light.
The four of them sat down, and Cheng Miao took out what Lin Zhu had prepared when he went to the room, which was a hand-painted Dixian calligraphy plate.
Nowadays, many dish fairies just use a plate and a piece of white paper to write 26 pinyin.
This is actually very informal. The real Dixian originated from Fuji, which is an ancient Chinese culture.
"This...how did you do this?" Lao Zhao's eyes widened when he saw it. The densely packed characters were arranged neatly, forming a ring shape, which looked formal and mysterious.
Lin Zhu didn't say anything. His props allowed him to quickly learn a skill. He made this orthodox calligraphy plate according to Cheng Miao's request and drew the talismans.
Cheng Miao asked a few people to sit down. She took out the lighter she borrowed from Baili Qianqiu, lit the mysterious yellow talisman on the painting, bowed her hands to the four directions of the room, southeast, northwest, and then put the paper money the old man gave her in the corner. Burn slowly.
Old Zhao was sweating and couldn't sit still. Just when he was about to ask, Cheng Miao stood up and said loudly: "Cheng Miao, a man of the world, goes to the ten kings of the Yama world, and the black and white faces of horses and bulls from all directions. The grievances of the world are not settled, and the lives of all people are in ruins. , today, through the supreme mercy of heaven and earth, I ask that a door of convenience be opened, and that the wronged souls can be brought to their rightful place."
As soon as he finished speaking, the four of them felt a cold wind blowing in the room. As soon as Cheng Miao and others put their hands on the plate, the plate moved.
"May I ask the visitor's name"
"Shen Xin"
"Suicide or homicide?"
"His death"
Seeing that Cheng Miao asked about Die Xian's big taboo in the second sentence, Lao Zhao, who had originally planned to ask two random questions to get by, was shocked and shook violently.
Lin Zhu and Xiao Freckles frowned at him, and if he made any move, they would strike first.
Fortunately, Lao Zhao was so scared that he just shook his fingers and did not dare to leave the plate at all.
Cheng Miao slowed down and asked softly, "Who killed you."
"them!"
"them!"
The saucer spun quickly on the dial. Cheng Miao was a little surprised and asked, "Who are they?"
The dish was spinning rapidly in place but did not move. It seemed that the question could not be answered.
Cheng Miao changed the question and asked what everyone was most concerned about, "How can we leave Apartment 444?"
This time the plate was not as exciting as before. It slowly moved to the dial, "Find my bones and the apartment door will open."
The four of them breathed a sigh of relief. Although they had only invited Die Xian for a few minutes, everyone was covered in cold sweat.
Cheng Miao also exhaled. She looked at a few people, and then said after getting agreement, "Please return to your seat, Die Xian."
The dish did not go back, but vibrated violently on the spot.
Lao Zhao's pupils danced with the dishes, his face turned pale, and suddenly he felt something behind him.
At first he thought it was an illusion, until a cold, boneless hand rested on his shoulder.
From the corner of his eye, Old Zhao saw a hand reaching out from the darkness behind him, and the wrinkled skin was sticking to his clothes.
His body was a little disobedient, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around.
"Don't move!" As Cheng Miao shouted, Lin Zhu had already put the "dead man's noose" skillfully around Lao Zhao's neck. If Lao Zhao tilted his head a little more, he would not be soft.
The rough texture of the hemp rope around his neck cut his skin, and the pain startled Old Zhao. He came back to his senses, and immediately sat upright, looking at his eyes, nose, and heart.
Cheng Miao immediately slapped the last talisman drawn by Lin Zhu on the plate that the four people were pressing on with their fingers, and shouted, "The evil spirit has returned!"
With a "bang", the plate shattered on the table, and the female ghost behind Old Zhao disappeared.
He let out a long breath and slumped in the chair.
"Let's go, don't stay too long." Cheng Miao didn't have time to relax. She had read these in a horror novel, and she had to make sure she got out alive.
Cheng Miao was walking at the end. When she was about to go out, she felt something behind her. The thing was standing quietly not far from her.
Cheng Miao did not look back. She said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I will help you find the body."
The thing behind her didn't answer. Cheng Miao stepped out of the room and closed the door carefully. It wasn't until Qi Jiajia jumped on her that she felt an unreal feeling of surviving the disaster.
"What's going on?! How is it possible that none of you are dead?" The pregnant woman was stunned. She walked out of the darkness in two steps, but she was afraid of getting too close to Cheng Miao's dagger.
"How did you get out?!"
Cheng Miao dragged her tired steps back and said, "I walked out."
Pregnant woman:…
The old woman took over the words in a gloomy tone, "No one can invite Die Xian and still escape unscathed."
Cheng Miao nodded and looked at that face with all sincerity, "That's because they invited him informally. Everything is done in a formal order. It's not difficult to ask him to leave."
The old woman looked in disbelief, but the young man from 703 was still smiling, but what he said was terrifying, "How do you know how to play the game thousands of years ago? Could it be that you are a Taoist priest?"
Cheng Miao straightened her chest, "No, because I love reading and learning!"
Old residents:…
