Lying in bed, I actually couldn't sleep anymore.
Ji Canghai, on the other hand, fell asleep on the pillow. Within a few minutes, he started talking in his sleep.
In the middle of the night, there was a man muttering vaguely next to an ancient house that had been abandoned for an unknown number of years.
No matter who it was, everyone would feel terrified.
I gently pushed Ji Canghai a few times: "Brother, please stop mumbling."
Ji Canghai turned around suddenly: "Aren't you asleep?"
"You are mumbling in my ear, I can't sleep!"
Ji Canghai frowned and sat up: "Aren't you talking in your sleep?"
"I do not have it!"
Although Ji Canghai usually dared to fight and break in, at this moment, he could clearly see sweat starting to form on the tip of his forehead.
In other words, there is something invisible to us, lying next to our ears.
Ji Canghai's Adam's apple slid slightly: "This place is not for joking."
"fine."
I comforted him and myself: "Nothing is wrong, go to sleep."
We both knew it, but we didn't mention it again.
And that voice always lingered in my ears. At dawn, the voice gradually disappeared.
This night was very painful, as if my ears were constantly bombarded by mosquitoes.
As soon as the mosquitoes disappeared, I just felt that the world was clean, and I felt sleepy naturally.
"Fuck!"
I was frightened awake by Ji Canghai's ghostly scream. When I opened my eyes, I only had one thought.
In my next life, I would rather be a pig than a Taoist priest.
I just want to have a good sleep, which is harder than getting rich.
Ji Canghai stared with two bull eyes and said in horror: "You, you..."
When I saw his appearance, I was shocked and speechless.
I grabbed him and ran outside. When we appeared in front of the mirror, we were both silent.
Both of our heads were shaved into yin and yang shapes.
The front basically becomes the Mediterranean Sea, and the position of the back of the head is basically unchanged.
In the mirror, we both look funny and a little ugly.
And on Ji Canghai's forehead, someone also wrote one word with a dark blue pen: One.
The Filial Piety Sutra says that the hair and skin of the body are received from the parents.
Although we are not in a feudal society now, hair is still a very private thing.
Without any reaction from either of us, they shaved our hair.
This is not provocation, but humiliation.
"Oh shit."
Ji Canghai clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to say: "Writing on my head, are you treating me as a death row prisoner?"
No wonder he was so angry.
In ancient times, exiled prisoners would have words carved on their cheekbones or cheeks. This was a form of tattooing.
The inmates on death row will have their names engraved in the center of their foreheads to identify themselves.
"A tiger in peace is bullied by a dog, and a phoenix in a state of disgrace is not as good as a chicken."
I sighed leisurely: "Today is different from the past, no one dares to disturb me."
"You wait!"
Ji Canghai shouted angrily, turned around and ran out in large strides. After a while, he ran back with a long-headed hammer.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" Ji Canghai glared: "Who cares about the lonely ghost? I have to smash him!"
After all, I was entrusted by someone, and my purpose was to help people clean their homes, not to demolish them.
After some hard talk, he reluctantly agreed to give me face and let the house go for the time being.
After calming down and thinking carefully, everything must have a source.
The miserable look we are in now is most likely related to the voice last night.
"Come on, do me a favor."
It’s a clean house anyway, so it’s not a bad idea to bring out the tables, chairs and benches to bask in the sun.
Soon, the Arhat bed and some soft furniture were carried into the yard by the two of us.
The bedroom became a huge open space, leaving only the blue-white cement bricks exposed to the air.
I have no other choice now but to light a fire in the house while the sun is at its strongest.
Don’t worry about anything else, let’s supply enough Yang Qi first.
Just as I was preparing to make the call, Ji Canghai behind me suddenly let out a sigh.
"This big family is different. They use floor tiles to play puzzles here."
"puzzle?"
I turned to look at Ji Canghai, threw away the firewood in my hand, and turned to look at the ground.
