"ah?"
The fat man almost jumped up. He looked at Feng Yun in confusion and asked:
"Director, what do you mean, we want to attract ghosts at the intersection?"
"That's pretty much what it means..."
While talking, Feng Yun handed the red rope in his hand to the fat man:
“Tie a red rope around the second knuckle of your middle finger, and the three of us will be connected with this red rope.
It is still unknown what the illusion looks like. If you feel a pulling sensation on your fingers, it can easily help you distinguish between reality and fiction.
After hearing this, the fat man quickly wrapped the rope around his finger without saying anything, and Yan Qilin soon did the same.
"Squat down, no matter what happens for a while, hold your breath as hard as you can, until you can't hold it anymore."
The two of them squatted beside Feng Yun, one on the left and the other on the right, and the red rope between them fell to the ground.
"Mastery of Folklore Knowledge" and "The Encyclopedia of Hundred Refining Cultivation Techniques of Tongtian Lu" appeared in Feng Yun's mind. The folk customs and techniques recorded in them flashed quickly in front of Feng Yun's eyes at this moment, and he had already understood them.
He didn't need to think too much, he just picked up a branch and drew a circle in the center of the intersection.
There is a saying among the people since ancient times. Before burning paper at the intersection, you need to draw a circle and silently recite the name of the deceased, so that other lonely ghosts will not snatch it.
But Feng Yun did not recite any names, but after drawing the circle, he began to burn the paper.
The firelight shone brightly and dimly on the faces of the three people, and the temperature around them seemed to drop a few points quietly.
"call……"
The leaves scattered on the ground not far away began to swirl again. Seeing this, Feng Yun immediately took out the brush beside him, wetted his mouth, and dipped a little cinnabar on it.
"Remember, the red rope must not be broken. If it is broken, you may not be able to come out of the illusion.
No matter how realistic the illusion is, there are still some abnormalities, so be careful..."
Feng Yun ordered while placing cinnabar on the eyebrows of Fatty and Yan Qilin.
For some reason, both of them felt a burning sensation between their eyebrows.
It was as if what was painted on the center of the eyebrows was not cinnabar at all, but a ball of flame.
After doing all this, Feng Yun's eyes fell on the circle in front of him. The yellow paper in the circle had now turned into ashes.
He recalled the contents of folklore knowledge and the spells on the Heavenly Barrel.
"The spirits from all directions and the ghosts from all directions come to meet at the crossroads. There is a fire pointing the way to the world of heaven. The city god is allowed to go out at night..."
Feng Yun's voice became particularly weird at this moment. He couldn't distinguish between male and female, and the ups and downs of his tone always seemed particularly strange.
This unique accent is called "Duangong accent" and is only used when inviting gods to attract ghosts or paying homage. This tune originated from Taoism, but is now used in opera singing.
After all, Feng Yun has the skill of proficiency in folk customs rewarded by "Folk Yilu", so this kind of accent, which is difficult for outsiders to learn, is completely easy for him.
The fat man touched the goosebumps on his arms and looked around cautiously, fearing that something scary might suddenly appear in any corner.
"Zhuo!"
However, at this moment, Feng Yun suddenly shouted loudly, and then inserted the cinnabar-stained brush in his hand into the ashes in the middle of the circle.
"call……"
An unknown wind blew up, sending ashes flying, but strangely, the ashes kept floating around the three of them, but never dispersed.
But in the paper ashes, Yan Qilin and Fatty suddenly realized that there seemed to be something invisible standing there not far away. A human figure gradually formed in the paper ashes.
"Hold your breath!"
Before the two of them could react, Feng Yun's voice came immediately. Fatty and Yan Qilin couldn't care less about other things and held their breath.
At the same time, the two of them were also surprised to find that Feng Yun's brush standing in the middle of the circle was standing straight there.
The weird scenes one after another made both Fatty and Yan Qilin feel a little uneasy.
They have never had this kind of experience, let alone know how to do it.
Waves of dizziness came over him unconsciously, and as the fat man's lungs approached the limit, he finally took a sharp breath when he couldn't hold on any longer.
But at this moment, something changed quietly before Fatty's eyes.
Feng Yun disappeared, and so did Yan Qilin. He was the only one standing in the middle of the crossroads.
"Director! Meng Gourd!"
Fatty tried shouting a few times, but there was no response from the surrounding area, which made Fatty feel very uneasy.
"Didi..."
However, at this moment, Fatty suddenly heard a whistle, and then a bus came from a distance and slowly turned into Longhua Road.
"That is……"
The fat man's eyes suddenly widened. The numbers displayed on the front of the bus hurt his eyes.
Route 444!
"this……"
Fatty was a little unsure of his situation for a moment. Is this an illusion? But it’s too realistic, right?
With doubts, the fat man mustered up the courage to walk towards Longhua Road. However, after entering Longhua Road, the fat man discovered that there were people coming and going on this road.
There are white-collar workers dressed in professional attire as if they had just gotten off work, students in school uniforms, and even old men stumbling.
Although Longhua Road was still dark, it was crowded with people, and there were sounds of talking and laughing all around.
"I'm going? What's going on?"
The fat man stood in the crowd, looking at the people approaching in amazement.
Longhua Road, which was originally deserted, now became lively.
"Didi..."
There was another whistle. The fat man looked for the sound and saw the No. 444 bus, parked in front of the stop sign. The door was open. There were still many people sitting on the bus.
As if he was affected by something, the fat man strode towards the bus at this moment.
Soon, he arrived in front of the bus. The lights on the bus were very dim, especially from the driver's seat, where it was impossible to see what the driver looked like.
The moment the fat man stepped into the bus, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his fingers.
"hiss……"
The fat man subconsciously looked at his fingers and saw a thin line of strangle marks on the second knuckle of his middle finger.
It was the red rope that Feng Yun tied on him before.
This made Fatty's eyes suddenly light up, and the words Feng Yun said before sounded in his mind again.
Sure enough... it's an illusion!
The fat man finally understood his situation, which made him feel a little uneasy, but he still calmly walked to the last row of the bus and sat down.
Sitting here, he could clearly see the environment in the car and all the people sitting in the car.
This will give the fat man some peace of mind.
"Where have the director and Meng Hulu gone? They are not here at such a critical moment..."
The fat man muttered in his heart. He tried to touch it on his hand, but found that he could only feel that his fingers were bound by thin threads, but he could not touch the red rope that should be there at all.
The bus started quickly. Fatty gritted his teeth secretly and thought about it.
That's all, it's here now, the worst thing is risking your life.
The fat man didn't realize that the traces of red cinnabar between his eyebrows were now as bright as flames...
