Pluto entangles marriage: this night is not too cold

"Yeah! There are living people! There are living people!"

Although my stomach kept rolling, I didn't spit out anything.

A delicate voice came from under the flower pond, which made me take a few steps back in shock.

After standing still, I found that there was a round viewing stone standing in the center of the flower pond, and the immature voice seemed to come from inside.

I rubbed my eyes and stared at it carefully, fearing that another ghost or something would come out of it. Looking back at my grandfather, there was a rare smile on his face.

"Why is this stone placed here?"

"Because I'm the gatekeeper." A muffled voice came from inside the stone.

"Shouldn't the door guard be at the door?" I subconsciously answered.

The stone buzzed twice, and a white figure rolled out of it.

It was a fat little doll in white, wearing a small red bellyband, with a round head, arms and legs exposed, like lotus root joints, one joint at a time, very cute to look at.

"Who told you that the door spirit should be at the door, don't you think I'm facing the door?" The little baby pinched her waist with both hands, making a fierce look, but her skin was fair and tender, and there was a yellow flower on her forehead. Xiao Hua, no matter how you look at it, it makes people laugh.

I was so disgusted just now that my mood improved at this moment.

"This is a ginseng doll. Our Gu family's door guardian spirit has been passed down for several generations, and it is relatively old. You don't have to worry about it."

Grandpa stepped forward, patted the doll's head lightly, and made a gesture to hug it.

The pink doll stared, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, avoiding his hand nimbly, but rushed to my side.

I reached out on tiptoe and touched my stomach, my face suddenly turned red, and then I went back to the stone with a whoosh, and I didn't move no matter how I screamed.

Grandpa didn't make any trouble, just picked up the water bottle next to him with a smile and poured it on it. With the splash of water, light music flowed from it, and the gloom in the yard seemed to be diluted a lot.

Even the soul of the cruel rich businessman just now lay down in his coffin honestly.

There are good and bad coffins. The worst ones are just made of a few planks, which seem to fall apart at any time.

However, those good ones are still made of jade and gold.

"It's not pure, it's just coated on the outside." Putting down the kettle, Grandpa led me around those coffins and came to the backyard.

There is only one stone table in the huge yard, and there are no less than hundreds of various needles on it. Just looking at it makes one's scalp tingle.

Thinking of the clothes on the corpses at the door, I feel bad all over.

But grandpa seemed to want me to see this on purpose, so he pulled me over there and started talking.

"Anzhi, look at this golden one, this one is specially made for piercing people."

"You don't understand, you also know that when people die, they have various shapes, and some even have their bodies broken into pieces, but this person, when he came, was complete, and when he died, we also We have to find a way to make them look better."

"Look at this again, do you know what this is? This is the bone line."

"What is it for?"

"I didn't tell you just now, those pieces of meat and bones have to be strung together with strings if they want to stick together. Don't underestimate these threads, they are all good things."

"Also, do you know why the lantern at the door is always immortal? Those are all corpse oil and water with very high purity."

The more grandpa talked, the more excited he became, but the more I listened, the more dumbfounded I became.

This makes me feel that something is wrong no matter where I look, and I always feel that there are those "things" around me.

Those voices gradually turned into hypnotic notes, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.

In the dream, it seemed that someone could not stop sighing.

When I woke up again, I was already lying on the bed at home.

Sitting in front of the desk was a tall and straight figure, holding a book in his hand, half of his face was blocked by the fine drift sea.But it was hard to hide the straight bridge of the nose.

"you"

Could it be Qin Luo?But how could he appear in my house?

Perhaps he was hallucinating again?Obviously I was listening to ghost stories at my grandpa, why did I get to bed in the blink of an eye?
She stretched out her hand and pinched her thigh fiercely, and when she raised her eyes again, she met those tender eyes.

he.

The stranger I know best.