Three incense sticks burned slowly, and the red-orange sparks at the top flickered and disappeared. Yu Xing watched and lay down, waiting quietly in the increasingly weird atmosphere.
Of course he didn't have to wait for "one stick of incense". After a while, three incense sticks of the same type showed completely different burning speeds, and their lengths were also distinguished.
 “Long, long, short…”
In the incense burner in front of me, the two incense sticks on the left and the middle are equal in length, while the one on the right burns faster and is already much shorter than the other two.
This trend is basically stable. Yu Xing murmured twice, searching for the meaning of this form of incense in the incense spectrum in his mind. After a long while, he chuckled: "The incense that reminds you..."
This is a very fierce incense, a life-calling incense, which means black and white and impermanence come to remind people of death. Within a month, the life of someone in the family of the person who burns the incense will be in danger.
"I thought it would be the fragrance of mourning clothes. After all, everyone here is wearing white mourning clothes... but it turned out to be such a vicious and life-threatening fragrance." Yu Xing sighed softly, with an unpredictable smile in his tone.
Meaning, "I just don't know, does this incense burner refer to me specifically, or does it refer to the shop owner who once used this incense burner?"
 As soon as his soft final notes fell, a gust of cold wind blew up in the closed shop. Yu Xing's long gown fluttered in the sudden cold wind. He sat up straight and reached out to block the bangs that kept hitting his face.
The strange feeling reached its peak at this moment. Yu Xingxu squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of something moving.
 He turned his head and looked, and his eyes met the largest portrait.
This is an old man. Time has left deep marks on his face. The ravines are becoming more and more obvious in black and white. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes have piled up like fishtails. His chapped lips are moving...
 The smiling expression instantly changes into an exaggerated laugh.
 The old man's dull eyes suddenly erupted with a sinister light, his eyebrows were exaggeratedly raised, and his eyes were downward, as if he had come to life.
Yu Xing tapped the table with his fingertips twice. Before he could say hello, the photo next to the old man's portrait frame also had the same change.
Like a spider web, all the portraits in the store laughed silently. Their eyes turned and looked at where Yu Xing was sitting, revealing undisguised malice.
Facing the gazes of countless pale dead faces, Yu Xing shrank back, looking a little scared.
After two seconds, he couldn't hold it back and joked: "Ha, does the incense refer to myself?"
  […Is he really afraid or pretending to be afraid?]
　　[Please tell me that this scene makes my hair stand on end]
  [Why do I feel that Xing’s personality is a bit twisted? Is he more alienated?]
 [Ever since he suddenly started lighting incense seriously just now, I suddenly became a little afraid of him, always feeling like the kind of person possessed by a ghost]
  [Why? Because he is so skilled at lighting incense?]
 [Intuition, I looked at him and suddenly felt that he fit in well with the environment and seemed to have lost his modern temperament]
 [Still, I’m not scared by ghosts, but by “anchors”, I’m used to it]
  [Newcomer, Lengjiu and Zhao Ruru have joined together. They both seem to care about this good fortune. I'll come over and take a look]
　　[Come and see Plus One, I saw such a high-energy scene when I first came here]
 [As mentioned above, don’t mention it, the scorpion tail braid on the back of this guy’s head really has a sense of age]
"Ahem..." Yu Xing still didn't say hello in the end, because as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that the unique stale smell of a funeral shop swept over him.
 The dust from the bed flew straight into his eyes, forcing him to close his eyes. He had no choice but to give in briefly. After closing his eyes, he put his vigilance to the highest level.
Those malicious looks disappeared instead.
Just as Yu Xing closed his eyes, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in his ears, not one, but many, walking around where he was sitting. It seemed that many people were milling around him.
 However, no one can enter this closed store, so it is self-evident what is coming.
Yu Xing's nerves were agitated, and he planned to squint to see what kind of ghost was going on.
etc……
 Can’t open your eyes?
His heart trembled, and he felt a pair of cold hands reach out from behind and cover his eyes.
An irresistible pressure covered Yu Xing's eyelids, making him completely unable to complete the action of opening his eyes. He could only passively listen to the sudden sounds.
His body tensed for a moment, Yu Xing thought for a while and stood up directly.
The hands in front of his eyes seemed to be just two palms. He stood up straight and did not feel any extra weight behind his back, nor was his movement restricted.
So he walked out of the counter based on his memory, raised his hand and touched in the direction where the footsteps came from.
If a physical ghost comes, he should be able to touch it, right?
 No...nothing, so it is really a pure spirit ghost?
He had no idea what a terrible act he had done. After coming to a vague conclusion, the footsteps were filled with the sounds of people, both far and near.
"Have you heard? Boss Liu..."
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, yes, I didn’t expect that Boss Liu looks like a human being on the surface, but he doesn’t care about human affairs!”
 “Don’t let him hear it, I think this person is very evil...”
“Hey, Lao Jia, I’ll lend you two wads of paper money on credit. I’ve run out of goods in the store. I’ll pay the bill tomorrow!”
 “Okay, get it yourself.”
 “Hey, Lao Jia, what did you say about Boss Liu...”
The voices of these people were mixed together, making it difficult to tell who was who. Yu Xing stopped and listened carefully. After trying hard to distinguish for a while, he found that these people were all talking about Boss Liu, but they refused to directly say that Boss Liu did it.
What, everyone is a Riddler.
　　　…”
 He was silent for a while, and finally found a good opportunity to interrupt the topic: "Boss Liu is here!"
The surrounding voices fell silent, and someone seemed to be saying in a hurry: "It's over! Will Boss Liu hear it!?"
However, of course Boss Liu did not come. A few seconds later, the noise around him resumed as if they had not heard Yu Xing’s words.
 It seems that nothing I do will affect them... Yu Xing thought to himself, suddenly turning his face, he was keenly aware that the "person" who said he wanted to pay on credit was next to him.
Without any hesitation, he touched the side of his body again.
 [Ah ah ah, stop touching it! Damn it, this is the picture of Semir falling apart!]
 [It’s so scary. I’m glad you’re sober and don’t touch it!]
 [Let me go, he is so courageous, most people should sit down and listen quietly at this time]
  [I'm dead, I'm really watching a horror movie]
　　[How can he be so calm? This is not a puzzle, it is a ghost, a ghost!]
 [So exciting, does he want to touch it or not??]
 Yu Xing has no vision now, but what the audience in the live broadcast room sees is not a black screen, but a third-person perspective.
He will never know how many people his touching actions have left an indelible impression on.
 From the perspective of the audience, this small funeral shop is crowded with "people".
 Some were shopping, some were talking secretly, and some were walking to the counter and signing in the book.
These "people" kept talking about Boss Liu and Boss Liu, as if they could never stop. Their bodies were transparent, and their faces were all pale, like origami dummies, and their faces were far from what they said.
The words that came out of his mouth were so normal, but they were ferocious and painful, with his brows and eyes furrowed together.
Yu Xing had a pair of ownerless hands on his face at some point. The fingers were slender and equally white, but the wrists were connected to the air, hidden in the dim light.
This ignorant and fearless man just stared at the ghost hands on his face, raised his arms, and touched here and there. His hands passed through the ghosts around him, as if he was stuck in a quagmire. Every time he touched it, something was left behind.
One hand is blood red.
The ghosts stared at the wandering humans with vicious faces, but none of the ghosts made a move against him, and their tone did not change. They mentioned Boss Liu's name as if they were chatting.
The effect of the whole scene is like a little white rabbit blindfolded entering a wolf den, mistaking the wolf for a husky, thinking that the wolves have not noticed him, but little does he know that all the wolves are just pretending, but in fact, all of them are using their addiction.
People's eyes were fixed on him.
Just when the barrage was flooding the screen, Yu Xing ran into a ghost standing next to a low shelf because he was wandering around. The ghost said, "It's not a human! I will never buy goods from Liu Bingxian's house again!"
The body quietly floated away from Yu Xing's body.
It had an expression that was almost malicious on its face. It stared at Yu Xing's smooth neck, then raised its hand and touched its own. A reddish-brown scar circled ferociously, telling it that it had been strangled.
fact.
To be continued...