"Can you also mention something like thoughts?" I asked in surprise.

The master was silent for a moment and said slowly, "Let's try..."

My throat rolled a little, and I looked at the photo in the photo frame again. It felt so incredible... Xiao Nan's strong thought before her death actually changed her photo, and her eyes tilted to the side... Apart from that, there is no other explanation. Normal people take photos, either facing the camera or taking a sideways, with no face facing the camera, and their eyes slanted to the side... Looking at the expression on Xiao Nan's face, the smile clearly shows that she is smiling at the camera...

Also, this photo is very strange. When I saw it during the day, I didn’t feel the eyes of the ‘Xiao Nan’s inside tilting to the side, otherwise I would have noticed it long ago. I don’t know if it changed at night or for some other reason…

I turned my head to look at the window, my eyes passed through the glass, and fell on the hazy locust tree covered by moonlight, with branches and leaves swaying. Such a horror scene appeared in my mind... Before Xiao Nan died, her eyes were facing the window and saw the photo frame on the table. Then, under the control of strong thoughts, the "she" inside seemed to be alive, and her eyes turned little by little until they touched her own eyes... I had goose bumps and didn't dare to think about it anymore...

The master picked up the photo frame, put it carefully in his bag, and said, "Let's go."

After discovering the strangeness of the photo, I felt that there was a feeling of breathless depression in the room, as if there was something inexplicable in the air... In short, I didn't want to stay for a moment, and quickly followed my master and came outside the room.

"Master, where are we going? Are you going to get this photo now?" I looked into the front yard and asked in a low voice.

"It's impossible to do it now," said the master, "I'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Okay..." I looked at the locust tree, "It's really strange. Since this little Nan was hung, why is there no 'charcoal' in the soil under the tree? If it were dug, we all saw it with our own eyes when the old man digging the soil. There was no trace of the soil being dug... Could it be that the statement about hanging the charcoal is not completely accurate, some have, some have not, is it like this, isn't it like this? "

"No, there will definitely be people who hang normally. Xiao Nan didn't, which means she died abnormally."

"If we can know what she was thinking before she died, we might be able to know the answer."

"Um."

"Then what's going on with this old man?"

This old man is even more strange than that boss Wang at the time. If it were my current skills, I would have felt from the aura that Bos Wang was a dead person. But this old man, let alone me, even the master would not feel it...

The master's eyebrows were slightly locked and shook his head, "I can't figure it out either... In short, this old man is like the boss Wang at the time. He didn't know that he was dead. He might be very surprised that he has no hunger and thirst, and he can live without eating or drinking. He likes and is very intoxicated by the smell of burning fragrance... As for the food he greed for you, it is not because of his greed, but because of his nature and obsessed with the nature of wealth..."

"Then he didn't know where he went to this night. I think he would come back during the day. We'll wait for him here."

"No." said the master, "If he learns that he is dead during the day, he will immediately lose his soul. This is why I didn't explain it during the day. We must look for him at night. Although this man is greedy, he is not an unforgivable person..."

In the middle of the night, I found a "living dead man" who didn't know where to go. Just thinking about it, my scalp was numb, but this is the master. No matter what difficulties and dangers exist, as long as there is any solution, he would not watch the old soul scatter. As for that night, the master told me that if he couldn't save the ghost, he would break it up. There was no way, because he couldn't go out, so he was thinking about my safety... Although the master didn't say it, I understood that when choosing between relieving ghosts and my safety, the master would choose me...

This old man is not a human being or a ghost. It is impossible to use Qimen Bureau to determine where he went. However, when using Qimen, it is like the method of throwing shoes from the roof when he was looking for the soul of the old village chief, and he was unable to determine what he was doing...

My master and I first searched in the old bedroom to see if we could find other "like images" that can be used as divination tests besides clothes and shoes. Just like when I was looking for Mr. Niansheng in the Taihang Mountains, it would be easy to deal with it if he had this old blood. Not to mention his "body" is still there, even if he was burned to ashes and thrown away, he could find where the ash is... Then again, if not mention Mr. Niansheng, I almost forgot him during this period. Everyone may be surprised that during the next period, including when Mr. Yang celebrated his birthday, Mr. Niansheng had never had any trouble.

When he appeared, where did the old man go? That's right, after Mr. Yang got a stroke, he sent him to the sanatorium. He was like a god, delicious food and drink, and there was no need to say that he was serving him. Like the hospital in Taihang Mountain County, there was also an old man with Alzheimer's disease in the sanatorium. The two of them chatted in darkness every day. One pointed to Stephen Chow's photo and said that Chairman Mao's hair was white. The other said that Emperor Wu of Han was quite handsome when he was young... One talked about the sky and the other answered, and he could chat all day long, and he was drunk...

I was thinking a lot, and after finding the bedroom with my master, I came to the main hall. I was flipping through the drawer when I heard my master say, "Leng'er, come on."

I was shocked, hurriedly walked over and asked, "What's wrong with Master?"

"Help me take it."

The master squatted on the ground and handed me the flashlight. When I shine it down, I saw some floating soil faintly on the ground.

"Master, I took the soil on the ground and then took the ones on the beams. Is it still used to cast spells like that time, right?"

"No, I suspect that this soil was brought to your home from outside..."

The master stretched out his finger, gently pinched a little bit of soil, put it under his nose, closed his eyes, and smelled it carefully. After a moment, the master opened his eyes and said, "It's the grave."

"Grave soil?"

"Um."

"Did you say that you always go to the cemetery?"

"Let's go and have a look."

The master set up a game on the ground, pointing to the fourth palace of Xun and the seventh palace of Dui, saying that there are two cemeteries in this village, one is in the southeast (Xun), and the other is in the west (Dui). The Yima is in the southeast of Xun Palace, and the horse takes the initiative, and the horse clashes with Xun Palace. I think, the old man may be in the cemetery in the southeast, so let's go...

This old family was originally located at the southernmost point of the village. After leaving his house, he followed the slope to a horizontal dirt road. My master and I walked east along the dirt road. The dirt road bypassed a fish pond and turned south. Going south, there were wheat fields on both sides. Looking from a distance under the moonlight, the water vapor of the wheat fields rose, and a layer of light smoke and mist was shrouded in the sky, making the night sky hazy.

"Master, look, there is indeed a cemetery..." I pointed to the distance ahead.

When I came to the front, I saw that the cemetery was not very big. Because the bushes close to the cemetery were blocked from the south, the moonlight was cut and broken through, and the cemetery was filled with shadows. The yellow and white straw paper pressed on the grave was like pieces of dirty headscarf used to wrap their heads.

When I arrived at the cemetery, I had just walked two steps forward and saw a man lying straight between the two graves in front of me. I was so scared that I stopped suddenly.

Master made a gesture of silence at me, calmly pulled out the Seven Star Sword bit by bit, and every time I fell, my feet were very light, and I walked towards the man. I followed my master, my heart was up and down...

Finally, I came to the front and saw that this man was indeed a scattered person. I saw his appearance clearly through the scattered moonlight. I was so scared that my hair stood up... This scattered person looked very different from the daytime, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of dust. No matter how he looked sleeping or his facial expressions, he looked like a dead person!

"this…"

I looked at the master and saw that the master was extremely calm, his eyes were as bright as if he could shoot out electricity, staring at this old man... If it were me, I would definitely use the Seven-Star Sword to slap this old man to test it, but the master did not. He just stared at this old man, looked at it for about a minute, and suddenly started to speak in a low voice...

"Leng'er, step back."

"Um?"

I didn't react at once.

The master quickly handed the Seven Star Sword to his left hand, held my right hand around my arm, and took me back.

As soon as I stepped back to the third step, the old man sat up straight. Suddenly, he was scared by eating this, if it weren't for the master's holding it, I might have fallen. My body was trembling, and I looked at the old man, with the moonlight mottled, illuminating his face with bright and darkness, which looked quite creepy. Just when I didn't know what he was going to do, the old man slowly opened his eyes, and then I saw something incredible...

Eyes... Lao Bain's eyes... When he first opened, his eyes were the kind of dead eyes with dilated pupils, but then, suddenly, his pupils began to become smaller, and then, he had a blank and scattered gaze, and then, just like the lens focus, Lao Bain's eyes condensed little by little...

Watching this strange and extreme scene happening in front of me, I was so scared that I even forgot who I am...

Lao Baek's face was still the same as a dead person, but his eyes had a living gaze. He looked at me and my master... For a moment, Lao Baek's lips moved, as if they wanted to speak, but their face was still stiff, which was very difficult. After moving a few more times, Lao Baek made a sound, "It's you... why are you here again..."

His voice was like a person walking in the snow and ice, his face being frozen and squeezed out of his teeth.

Only then did I come to my senses. Facing such a "person", I had no idea where my usual eloquence had gone, and my teeth were chewing. However, the master responded slowly in a very plain tone...
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