The soul-drawing finally begins, and the night breeze is slightly cool.
In a high-end villa community, a person was wearing paper clothes and wearing a pair of wide-mouthed toad shoes worn by dead people. The shoes were not completely on the feet.
He walked very slowly step by step, his limbs stiff and stiff, like a puppet that had lost control, and he kept making long soul-crying sounds from his mouth.
"Zhu Xijie...has gone home..."
"Zhu Xijie's first seven souls..."
Uncle Wu had told him in advance that Lao Mo should walk as slowly as he could, with clear footprints step by step and no pause.
Lao Mo was dressed in an eye-catching outfit, holding a flickering candle in his hand, which made his face, which was not very attractive, look sinister and scary.
This community is a high-end villa area with dense vegetation and a meandering man-made landscape river running through the entire community.
On the night of the beginning of summer, the cool wind stirred up a burst of mist. The mist was hazy and illusive, and there seemed to be looming figures hidden in it. It was virtual and real, which made people feel scared.
The air was getting colder, so Uncle Wu and I stayed outside in the funeral shed.
Zhu Cheng stuck close to both of us, not daring to take a step away. His face was pale with a hint of fear, as he listened to Lao Mo's footsteps walking further and further away.
The candlelight flickered in the shed, and a dark figure staggered out of the shed. I had seen that figure before.
He was not in the funeral shed just now, but suddenly appeared at the entrance of the funeral shed.
Uncle Wu didn't say anything, but gave me a tug. I understood that he meant to ask me to follow him. Calling the soul back home had already worked.
This illusory soul is none other than the deceased, Zhu Xijie.
We deliberately controlled our walking speed so as not to overtake Zhu Xijie, who was walking slowly in front of us. He kept his head lowered and walked laboriously step by step, as if he was looking for some trace.
His soul was extremely unstable, as if the night wind was stronger and could blow him away.
The fog in the air became thicker and thicker, and Lao Mo's screams stopped. This was a signal that he had arrived at the Zhu family villa, proving that he had walked into the house wearing the shoes of the deceased.
Zhu Cheng walked so tremblingly that he almost pressed against Uncle Wu's back. The slightest movement around him would make him tremble with suspicion.
The surrounding silence was oppressive, and I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. I had read in a book that Zhu Xijie had a new ghost, and his soul was injured. The slightest fright or accident could make his soul dissipate, and he could not come back even if he was detained.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly, there wasn't even a barking dog along the way, and we finally walked to the door of the villa step by step.
The door of the villa was open, like the huge mouth of a ferocious beast, and it was dark.
Zhu Xijie's body was illusory and he floated up the stairs nearly half a meter tall.
At that moment, an old face suddenly popped out of the door, with pale skin and wrinkles as deep as ravines, and a strange smile on his face.
The lights in the villa were broken, and his face was shadowed in the moonlight, which was eerie and eerie.
"You are here, haha..."
The trembling voice was a little sharp and hoarse, like a blade cutting across the glass, and like an old old bellows.
"ah……"
Zhu Cheng yelled loudly, squatting on the ground holding his head and shaking.
Zhu Xijie was not much better than his father, and his soul was almost scared away.
I was a little stunned. After being frightened by many strange things, I became more courageous and stood calmly.
Uncle Wu was indeed an old man, and he didn't panic at all. He looked at the old ghost and smiled strangely, only to see him twitch forward.
"Brother, you want to beat me to death."
A cry of pain came from the darkness. The voice was very familiar. It was Lao Mo?
"Get out of there now, or you'll die inside." Uncle Wu shouted angrily, and it seemed that he was really angry.
Lao Mo walked out with a wrinkled face, stroking his head, and looked at Uncle Wu with some scorn.
He explained the matter, and it turned out that he had completely forgotten what Uncle Wu had told him, and thought that it would be over when he arrived at the villa.
The villa was deserted, and there was a female ghost in red on the second floor. Lao Mo and his grandson were so timid that they tried to escape and bumped into us.
Uncle Wu was too lazy to pay attention to him. He moved very quickly and held a black umbrella in his hand.
He shouted to Zhu Xijie, "Stay calm and follow me!"
The black umbrella completely enveloped Zhu Xijie's soul, blocking Old Mo's old face and the collision of his yang energy, allowing Zhu Xijie to walk into the house smoothly.
I clearly saw that the moment Uncle Wu entered the door, he raised his foot and kicked Lao Mo over.
Lao Mo was kicked and fell into the green belt at the door. A novice like me knows that this old man almost scared Zhu Xijie's soul away.
If that were the case, it would be ridiculous. Real ghosts would be scared out of their wits by fake ghosts.
Lao You looked at Lao Mo again and had to say that this costume was really wonderful.
Zhu Cheng hadn't recovered yet and had no idea what this operation was for. He could only follow me and walk into the villa step by step.
Due to our deliberate arrangement, there is only one door light that is not very bright in the whole room, and some electrical standby indicator lights emit red dots in the darkness, as if some creature that does not belong to this world has opened its doors.
s eyes.
Uncle Wu had put away his black umbrella and was standing in front of the stairs leading to the second floor. When he saw us coming in, he turned around and closed the door. Lao Mo was still struggling in the green belt and did not come out.
"Zhu Xijie went up to the second floor. I sealed his room. If he can't get in, he will come back."
"Zhu Cheng, go lie down on the sofa over there and close your eyes."
Uncle Wu issued the order, and Zhu Cheng was now obedient and had no objection at all.
Not to mention asking him to lie down on the sofa, even lying on the floor, he would do it without hesitation.
A dark figure has floated down the stairs, it is Zhu Xijie.
He obviously did not enter the room where he died, but just walked around upstairs, wanting to take a last look at his home.
Zhu Cheng was very scared now, but strangely, after lying down, he was controlled by a strong sense of sleepiness, which overwhelmed the fear in his heart and fell into a deep sleep.
In the dream, he clearly saw his son, who was the same as before, walking up to him from upstairs and saying, "Dad, you and mom should be well. I have to leave today. The girl upstairs
You must send her off properly, otherwise it will be detrimental to you two."
"Xijie!"
Zhu Cheng felt his vision go dark, he suddenly sat up from the sofa and shouted.
Uncle Wu and I were standing in front of a window that opened to the west. Zhu Xijie left, and the fog outside also cleared.
The words left by Zhu Xijie were so clearly engraved in Zhu Cheng's mind that he could not forget a single word.