"Ha, ha... the taste of those apples made me hate apples, and I haven't eaten apples since then." Song Zhi barely maintained the expression on his face, and then said with his face covered.
Seeing this scene, Ye Xi stopped persecuting him. There is a limit to persecution. If the persecution goes too far, he will become the street rat that everyone shouts to beat - Amon.
Although everyone yelled at this "street rat", most of them did not dare to offend Amon when they saw him. They were afraid that the people around them would wear monocles one day in the future. Then they would also wear monocles inexplicably.
Put on a monocle.
Ye Xi is not that bad. There is absolutely no point in parasitizing those evil masters who are already mentally disturbed. Maybe his clone will also become neurotic by then.
"Then let's go look elsewhere. I don't know why, but this backyard gives me a gloomy feeling." After Ye Xi said these words, he raised his head and saw the darkening sky.
Song Zhi also noticed the time, so he said cooperatively: "It's really time to go and take a look elsewhere. The sky outside has darkened. There are only a few places in the old house with electric lights. Because almost no one goes to other places,
I was afraid of causing a fire, so I didn't pull out the wire."
When Ye Xi visited the ancient house, he also saw some worn-out lanterns hanging in many places. The white paper on the outside of the lanterns was pasted layer by layer. After looking carefully for a long time, he realized that the white paper was actually faded.
With the red paper in their hands, the two walked along the east corridor to the east wing of the ancient house.
"This is where my grandpa worked and rested. There are several rooms inside with puppets carved by grandpa. It's quite scary when you go in occasionally." When Song Zhi came here, he was obviously not in the other rooms of the ancient house.
The tension of the place.
Even his face showed a hint of comfort unconsciously. Then he took Ye Xi to a room in the east wing. Then he turned around and said to Ye Xi.
"This was my grandfather's former wedding house. When my grandmother was here, my grandfather lived there. Later, my grandmother left. My grandfather rarely went in." Song Zhi said with a little nostalgia.
Ye Xi also nodded, and then looked at the old room. It had all the furniture, but there was a black puppet sitting on the makeup table, which seemed to be still doing makeup.
The only flaw is that there is a mirror missing on the dressing table, which makes the whole room look a bit disharmonious.
"At that time, when the two of us got into trouble, your grandma would help us stop your grandpa. Later, when I left, your grandma even gave me a safety sign. Unfortunately, during an inspection activity, I accidentally broke my heart.
"Yeah." Ye Xi once again stole the thoughts about his grandmother from Song Zhi's mind, and after arranging and combining them, he came up with a complete story.
"Ah? Sorry, I was distracted again just now. I don't know why, but I kept forgetting some ideas today. I forgot everything I wanted to say to you just now. Maybe it's because I stayed up late last night. I'm sorry." Song Zhi was a little confused.
Said embarrassedly.
Then he continued: "Did you just talk about the broken peace sign? My grandfather heard that you were coming as a guest this time, so he carved another peace sign for you. After more than ten years of accumulation, my grandfather's skills have become
The carved objects are also considered to be ingenious." Song Zhi said with some pride.
His grandfather is not only very good at carving puppets, but also good at carving other small objects. The most important thing is that the carving materials used are much scarier than before. According to his grandfather, the supernatural in this era is becoming more and more powerful.
It's getting scarier.
Ye Xi also briefly observed the supernatural power in this room. His eyes fell on the puppet sitting on the dressing table. The pale puppet had a very strong supernatural power, almost as strong as the first generation of the Wang family.
Seeing this, Ye Xi also understood what was going on with this family. Song Wen used puppets to pass down their supernatural powers during his lifetime, which was somewhat similar to what the Wang family did.
If Song Zhi was not so afraid of ghosts, he would have been a third-generation ghost. Like Wang Chaling, he would have become the unofficial captain and had a fierce ghost to protect him.
However, Ye Xi also sighed in his heart. Really powerful ghosts have not appeared in large numbers at this time. Compared with ghosts like Gui Cha, those completely invisible ghosts are the scariest.
For example, wish ghosts, which can only be seen in the six-level ghost realm, or ghosts like ghost dreams, are considered terrifying ghosts.
As for the complete disappearance that Ye Xi achieved by using his authority, even the top ghost masters could not crack it. It existed but did not exist. Even the ghost realm that could be restarted could not pull him out of this weird state.
The only disadvantage is that he cannot attack in this state. Once he takes action, he will return to this world again and may be attacked by supernatural beings. Therefore, this ability can only be regarded as a turtle shell. With Ye Xi's current ability
In terms of strength, this ability is tasteless and would be a pity to abandon.
"Xiao Zhi, and... Xiao... Ye, dinner is ready here. Come over and eat quickly." Song Wen managed to put on a kind expression and said. At the same time, he kept gesturing to his grandson with his eyes.
His grandson came to him.
Song Wen felt very aggrieved now. He finally stayed up late to make a peace sign and prepared to give it to his distant relative. Unexpectedly, when they met, he felt a familiar and strange aura.
At the same time, Ye Xi also turned around and looked at Song Wen, showing a slight smile. At the same time, he took off the monocle in front of his eyes and gently wiped the spotless monocle.
It's him! It's definitely him! He will never forget this breath! A thin layer of sweat appeared on Song Wen's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said.
"Xiao Zhi, first go and see if the food on the table is enough for the four of us. If not, you can order some takeaways. By the way, you can go over to the street and buy me a pot of old wine." Song
Wen Qian laughed twice and said.
"Grandpa, you are already so old, so don't drink so much anymore. It will put more pressure on your body's metabolism. When you get up tomorrow, you will have backache again." Song Zhi also advised. He didn't pay attention to him at all.
The look grandpa gave him.
Because he couldn't understand the meaning of this look, he could only think that his grandfather's eyes were dry due to the wind. He needed to squeeze out some tears to lubricate his eyes. In fact, it's not surprising that Song Zhi didn't understand. This was also Song Zhi's.
This is the first time Wen has done something like this. In the past, when he faced evil spirits, he just fought directly.
Ye Xi did not stop Song Wen's behavior, he just watched everything happen silently, and always maintained the inexplicable smile on his face.