When the two of them went to Wei Taotao's house after filling their stomachs, it was already past the end of the day.

Nie Xiaoman pointed to a row of wall doors facing the Immortal Crane Gate and said, "This is Wei Taotao's family." ”

It was an old mansion with six black walls and doors closed.

Nie Xiaoman didn't step forward and knock on the door, he went to the back door from the side alley, folded his two fingers, and gently flicked three times on the door. There were no lanterns outside the back door, and nothing could be seen in the dark. There was no sound inside. Nie Xiaoman didn't play anymore, but waited quietly. Why is it so sneaky? Are we really going to hunt ghosts?

Then the back door opened, and there was no sound. Out of it came an old woman with gray hair, about 50 years old, covered in ink. She clutched a large wax in her hands, her eyes were somewhat cloudy, and her face was full of conspicuous caution and secret shapes, which were characteristic of a shrewd subordinate.

She is Tao Tao's nurse Zhou Ma, when she saw Xiaoman and Jingmo, she owed a salute, but she didn't make a sound. Nie Xiaoman nodded and was silent, so he pulled Jingmo in with him. The two followed the old woman through several black houses and a large dark guest hall, and then walked into Wei Taotao's bedroom.

In addition to a mahogany cot and a few beech duster straight-backed chairs, there is an old-fashioned desk by the window. The window was very long, with four in all, and each window was divided into three large compartments, and the window was open.

Jing Mo knew that this window was the place where the appeared. If it was daytime, there would have been plenty of light in the room, but now that the lights are lit inside, it is getting darker and darker outside the window.

Nie Xiaoman saw Tao Tao and didn't say anything, it seemed that Xiaoman had made an agreement with them in advance. Nie Xiaoman removed half of his arm, took a folding fan from the table, and kept playing with it in his hand.

Jing Mo was uncertain, he didn't know what the ending would be, and he couldn't guess it, so he waited restlessly. After a while, Nie Xiaoman suddenly raised his head, as if listening to something, and then closed his eyes and played with the fan.

That week, Mom and Tao Tao were also sitting on Jingmo's side together.

This pantomime continued the scene of two pillars of incense, and Nie Xiaoman seemed to remember one thing, so he opened his eyes and spoke to Tao Tao for the first time.

Xiao Man smiled: "Young man, you should Wen Yi Wen Changli's "Original Dao" at this moment, if you are not familiar with it, I am afraid that you will have to eat your husband's ring ruler." He waved his hand to the old woman again: "Mother Zhou, you might as well still go to the back room." Here we are. ”

The old woman stood up, pointed to the latched door on the right, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, is this latch about to be pulled open?" ”

Nie Xiaoman shook his head.

The old woman said in a low voice: "This is the road to the patio, and the latch has been removed, so it can be easier to enter and exit." ”

Nie Xiaoman replied, "No. If this black-faced ghost comes back tonight, I have my own way of not teaching him to escape. ”

The old woman nodded reluctantly and retreated to the back room. Wei Taotao also sat down against the table, an unknown book spread out in front of him, his eyes secretly looking at the open window.

Jing Mo looked at the current situation, and it seemed that the three of them were waiting for the black-faced ghost to come.

Is this black-faced ghost a real ghost or a fake ghost after all? Has Nie Xiaoman seen through it? The two of them are preparing to catch ghosts this time, which seems to be absolutely secret. But this ghost has been coming for three nights in a row, and will it dare to appear tonight?

It's said that there are no more than three things, and I don't know if the ghost abides by this rule. If you don't come, wouldn't it become a joke to toss around secretly like this?

The situation is very secretive, and the air is somewhat gloomy. Jing Mo looked up and felt that except for a marquee made of colored paper on the wall that slightly decorated the New Year's scene, all around was dimly lifeless. There is complete silence inside and outside.

Except for the occasional rustling of the wind, there was only the sound of three people breathing at different speeds and slows, so that time seemed to slow down as well. Jing Mo remembered that Tao Tao said that the was always close to the clock when he appeared. Isn't it close now?

Jing Mo looked up at the glass window. Wei Taotao had already stretched his head and neck and was waiting. Nie Xiaoman closed his eyes and sat down like an old monk. If it weren't for the fact that his fingers were still spinning while playing with the folding fan, Jing Mo would almost suspect that he had fallen asleep.

Although the padded coat on Jing Mo's body has not been removed, there is still a cold and sad feeling. The more anxious the hope in his heart, Jing Mo's breathing gradually became shorter.

And just like that, another moment passed. Outside the window, it was still pitch black, and there was no vision.

Whew! ……

A cold wind poured into the house, and the panes shook to the ground. Jing Mo couldn't help but shudder. Are there really ghosts in the world? And is it really possible for ghosts to manifest? In such an environment, once Jing Mo began to think crankily, he unconsciously felt a cold snap on his spine, and couldn't help but take a breath and pull the clothes on his body.

Now is the most critical juncture, but Nie Xiaoman's attitude on the side is much more unexpected than Jing Mo. Xiao Man still had his eyes closed, as if he was a monk who had entered the meditation, as if the troubles in this world had nothing to do with him anymore, and there was no feeling of nervous preparation at all.

Odd! Xiaoman came to hunt ghosts tonight, isn't he ready to use the power in his body, and only prepares to use his spirit to suppress ghosts. If what the Taoist said about the wandering gods is indeed somewhat true, then at this moment, Nie Xiaoman really seems to have entered the realm of the god leaving the body!

Jing Mo was thinking wildly when he suddenly heard a sharp exhalation.

"Ouch! Here it comes! ”

Tao Tao's voice was not over, Jing Mo had already turned his head, and saw a strange black face in the gap where one of the windows was open!

Ghost!

There really are ghosts!

Jing Mo immediately jumped up. Zhou's mother in the back room had also hurried out of it. She ran to the door of a room on the right, pulled out the latch, and was about to chase it out when Nie Xiaoman suddenly stood up as if he had just woken up from his sleep.

"Mother Zhou, don't go out!"

Zhou's mother was really drunk by Xiaoman, and stood at the door, trembling all over. I also felt inexplicably suspicious and wanted to run out. Nie Xiaoman shook his head at me again.

Nie Xiaoman shouted again, as if there was a thunderbolt at midnight: "Come in!" ”

This voice is very similar to the old mage in the storyteller's story who touches the token to summon ghosts. It turned out that after he had drank, a black-faced imp walked in.

Jing Mo and the others all looked at the little ghost. Actually, where are the ghosts? Just a little boy in a blue silk leather robe, a black satin gown, and a black mask.

When Tao Tao and Zhou's mother were surprised, the young man had already taken off a mask made of cardboard with one hand.

The mask is Zhang Fei's face, but a few white lines are painted with ink, and it becomes completely ink. Zhou's mother suddenly lost her voice and called.

"Alas! Little Second Master, is that you? ”