The two walked along the alley for a while, but never walked out of the alley!
The surrounding environment is getting darker and darker, the eaves on both sides of the alley seem to be soaked in fog, and the moss in the cracks in the walls also rots rapidly.
The sound of suona came deep in the alley, pulling out the two of them during the chat.
"Song Zhi, is this alley so long? I haven't seen your house after walking for so long!" Ye Xi looked at Song Zhi who was already talking, and couldn't help but remind him.
Song Zhi's personality is not suitable for being a wise man, no wonder Song Wen doesn't want Song Zhi to be involved in supernatural incidents. He has been away for so long, but he has not noticed anything abnormal. Besides, this is still near his home.
"Have you walked for a long time? My house was clearly turning a corner in the alley?" Song Zhi suddenly realized. He took two steps back in horror, and his face suddenly turned pale.
His difficult order was a little unconscious and his feet started to move. At the same time, he turned around and said to Ye Xi: "I seem to be walking too far inside. Let's wait here. I'll ask my grandpa to come out and pick us up!"
"Just stay where you are, don't move around, just keep this move!" Song Zhi's voice rose a few degrees instantly, and he shouted in horror.
Song Zhi crushed the Ping An card in his pocket, and then he collapsed on the floor. Now he can only expect his grandfather to come out to save them.
"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? You won't even remember the way back to your own home, right? How old is you, you are still as reckless as before!" Ye Xi started joking.
He naturally knew that supernatural events had broken out here, and he also knew that they had been here for so long and had not attracted evil spirits.
Ye Xi's eyes passed through this dark ghost realm and saw an old man in his twilight years confronting a mummy who lacked half his mind.
There is nothing fancy in the confrontation between one person and one ghost. Just looking at each other, a strange balance arises like this.
Perhaps because of his age or the backlash caused by the last carving failure, Song Wen was a little overwhelmed, but after a period of time, Song Wen's condition became worse and worse.
When he was killed with the evil spirit, the first one to fall down must be the master of the genius. Song Wen knew very well this, so he gritted his teeth and seemed to have used some trump card. He once again gained an advantage in the evil spirit's confrontation.
It was obvious that Song Wen had some strength. He waved his hand in the direction of the ancient house. Puppets with unbalanced body proportions crawled out in various strange postures in the ancient house. The scene was very strange.
However, he immediately spat out a mouthful of black blood. His current state cannot last long, so he can only fight and decide quickly. After all, the only seedling of his old Song family is still in the ghost realm of this evil ghost.
If he doesn't hurry up and solve this terrifying evil ghost, then an ordinary person will be eroded by the ghost realm after staying in the ghost realm for a long time. In severe cases, he may become a ghost slave.
A group of weird puppets surrounded the evil spirit whose head had lost half. Among them, there was a puppet who looked a bit similar to the terrifying evil spirit now, as if the puppet was carved from the evil spirit.
After the attacks of many puppets, the evil ghost was also affected by the actions. The evil ghost's suppression of Song Wen became a little weaker, and Song Wen also found a little chance to escape.
Song Wen quickly left the battlefield composed of puppets and evil ghosts, and then continued to call out puppets in the ancient house. This time, the puppets appeared with a clearer expression on their faces, and they seemed to have a layer of red paint on their body.
While running away, Song Wen did not forget to complain, "Didn't you just steal some supernatural powers? As for the time being, have you been targeting me for so long?"
Song Wen's old face was also a little uneasy. Although he could steal the ghost's supernatural powers to make puppets, this method had a very fatal disadvantage, that is, the ghost who was stolen by the supernatural powers would come to him to collect debts one day.
This is also the reason why Song Wen was unwilling to take this path. His son once inherited his supernatural powers and was contaminated with this curse. Now that the Song family is only left with Song Zhi, a direct descendant, so he naturally does not want his old Song family to be defeated.
As long as he dies, these curses will disappear. At that time, the descendants of his Song family can also survive in this strange world with these puppets.
After the evil ghost was completely restricted by the puppet, Song Wen took the puppet directly to the backyard, dug a hole that was enough to accommodate an adult, and buried the terrifying evil ghost inside.
The rotten soil, mixed with some scarlet blood, was like cement, but the rotten smell and the coldness like ice all filled the soil with a strange smell.
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"It's finally over, I'm scared to death!" Song Zhi was relieved when he saw the alley that was gradually becoming clear. Fortunately, the supernatural incident he encountered this time happened next to his house, so his grandfather could come out and deal with it immediately.
"What's over? Are you going to go home?" Ye Xi said, pointing to an ancient house in front.
There are only two or three small pieces of vermilion on the door, and two rows of red lanterns are hung on the top of the eaves. This ancient house has been eclipsed by the washing of time.
Ye Xi could clearly sense that there were many detained ghosts in the ancient house, all of whom were detained by supernatural restriction methods. There was no gold to be made into containers. One of the important reasons was that they were poor and could not afford gold, so they could only arrange supernatural conflicts to detain evil spirits.
"I just lost my composure, sorry! Sometimes I get overly nervous and cause trouble for you." Song Zhi touched his nose and said embarrassedly. He could not explain his behavior just now to Ye Xi, so he could only attribute all this to the disease.
Sometimes ignorance is happiness. The more you know, the more you can feel the insignificance of yourself.
Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you.
He would not tell Ye Xi about these things that he had feared for more than ten years. This would not benefit Ye Xi at all, and would only cause him to have a shadow on this broken world.
Song Zhi snatched Ye Xi's luggage from his hand and led the way in front.
"I'll prepare a room for you in the west wing room. You'll live there in the next few days! When you have your luggage ready, I'll take you to get to know the whole house." Song Zhi said in a very quick tone.
He doesn't want to stay outside at all now, and this old house that looks dilapidated can bring him a sense of security.