Mr. Song gave him a small glass bottle with a dropper and asked him to collect the black blood.
After he collected the black blood and put it under the sunlight, the strange thing was that the obviously black liquid started to become a little transparent under the sunlight. When he took it back again, he found that it was as black as ink again.
"This thing is called the blood of resentment. When people are alive, they fight for their breath, and when they die, they have to spit it out. But after the death of most people, there are still many things that they can't let go of, and they hold back their breath and refuse to let it out. This is resentment.
"
Xu Tong nodded with a look of astonishment on his face, but he didn't expect that there was such a statement.
Looking again, I saw the old man lying on the rocking chair, his pale face actually starting to look rosy.
"Okay, it has nothing to do with you anymore. You go back first and I will notify the family members."
Mr. Song waved his hand to indicate that he should go back first. Xu Tong then thought about it, and the police would come to do the autopsy later. Staying here by himself would only increase the uncertainty, so he put his things away, left the alley, and went home to wait.
When he got home, he followed what Song Long said, walked into the house, opened the old man's bedside table, and saw that there were boxes full of books neatly placed inside.
These books, without exception, are all old editions bound by thread. Most of these book covers are yellowed, and some are even severely discolored, but overall there are no defects or corners at all.
It can be seen that these books are all carefully protected by Mr. Song. He picked up one at random and opened it. On the first page, he saw the words "Printed by Shanghai Dacheng Bookstore in the Republic of China" printed on it.
Following Mr. Song's instructions, he opened the second row of bookcases. There were not many books in it. After looking through it, he found the one called "New Theory: Xingshen Chapter".
The book was obviously a few years old. After Xu Tong opened it and read two pages, he couldn't help but frown. It was because most of the words in the book were in classical Chinese or traditional Chinese characters, which made him a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, there is a translation of the annotations written by Mr. Song on the side.
Just as he was casually flipping through the pages, he suddenly looked startled and saw an invitation card with a shimmering blue light sandwiched in the pages of the book.
This time the invitation card has a blue background, but it is covered with bright red handprints.
Looking back, I saw a rotten head, glaring over with a ferocious face, as if it wanted to pounce out from inside and bite itself.
"interesting!"
Looking at this invitation card, Xu Tong began to look forward to it.
Compared with the tasks and rewards in the script world, he cares more about the process of the story itself. In the last script, because of Yang Zixuan and the others, he was not able to fully experience the story itself. Fortunately, the final ending was better than he expected.
Be good.
But this time, his strength has been greatly improved, and he is looking forward to what the script world will be like this time.
Thinking of this, he put away the invitation card and sat outside the door with his book in his arms to read.
About an hour later, Mr. Song came back with a cane. He saw Xu Tong sitting there reading a book and nodded happily.
"How's it going? Are you curious?"
Mr. Song sat down on a chair nearby and looked sideways at Xu Tong. He was originally worried about whether what he did just now would scare him, but now it seems that his worries are somewhat unnecessary.
Xu Tong didn't answer and nodded with a smile.
"Well, I thought I would pass it on to you after a few years, but I am already old and I might not be able to see the sun tomorrow. I might as well teach you in advance. Anyway, you have solid basic skills."
"Didn't you make a little paper man last night? Show it to me."
As soon as he heard that Mr. Song wanted to see his work, Xu Tong immediately understood what the old man meant, and immediately ran to the woodshed, then took the fat man out of the prop book and showed it to the old man.
Mr. Song glanced twice and took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms. Seeing this, Xu Tong quickly took out his cigar. Unfortunately, Mr. Song glanced at it and shook his head: "I can't get used to smoking this kind of foreign stuff."
Then he lit a cigarette and picked up the fat man: "Hey, don't tell me, he really looks like a fat grandson!"
When he said this, his eyes darkened for a moment, but he quickly hid it again, hugging the fat man and praising him repeatedly:
"Yes, it's really well done. It's just that the face is not plump enough. You can use sandpaper to rub it here a few times and it will look plumper."
"And this, this... you need to pay attention to the corners of your mouth. When you speak, you need to have a sense of tension. You need to learn to hide it. Later, use a knife to cut off a little of the excess.
No matter how well-made the face of the paper man is, it will not really smile. It will look exactly how it is made, so you must learn to hide the mouth so that when viewed from different angles, the smile will have meaning. It will be fine.
Take a look at the temple to see how the Buddha's face is opened inside."
Mr. Song taught patiently, while Xu Tong kept learning from the side.
Seeing that he had finished talking, Mr. Song asked him to go to the writing brush on the desk in the room.
"In our line of work, the paper man's eyes are not open, because the finishing touches are effective, and the paper man's eyes are evil. But if you don't add the eyes, the paper man will also have no intelligence. The key depends on how you do it. Take out the black blood today.
.”
Mr. Song asked him to take out the black blood, and saw that the tip of his pen touched it a little, and then made two strokes.
Immediately, you can see that the black blood spreads into two bright black dots in the eyes like human pupils.
In an instant, Xu Tong realized that the fat man in front of him was different. He had a strong feeling that the fat man seemed to be staring at him. His dark pupils seemed to be like human eyes, reflecting the aura of humanity.
This feeling cannot be described, but when you look at those eyes, it gives people a real sense of staring.
"Oh, what a great grandson! Hahahaha..."
Mr. Song held the fat man in his arms and played with him, as if he was not a paper man at all, but a living person. The wrinkles on his face full of vicissitudes of life were about to be squeezed together.
Looking at Mr. Song's gray hair on his temples, I felt a little uncomfortable.
Two more days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the past two days, Mr. Song has been asking Xu Tong to recite incantations every day. At the same time, he also did not forget to teach him some slang in the world, also called Menzi dialect.
When talking about this matter, Mr. Song's eyes darkened, his cloudy eyes flashed with a cold light, and he reached out and patted Xu Tong on the shoulder.
Fortunately, Xu Tong instinctively ducked to the side, allowing Mr. Song to miss the shot. He looked at Mr. Song with confusion on his face, and saw a smile on Mr. Song's face: "Okay, remember, no matter who it is in the future,
You can’t even let him tap you on the shoulder.”
As he spoke, he sighed: "Your master was careless back then. Someone tapped him on the shoulder. After he came back, he fell seriously ill and passed away in less than a winter."
“So evil??”
Xu Tong was shocked, he had seen his master with his own eyes.
Although I have never seen Master take action, the invisible sense of oppression cannot be compared to someone like Huo Ying. It is too mysterious to be killed by being tapped on the shoulder.
Seeing the horrified look on his face, Mr. Song narrowed his eyes and told him some evil ways in the world.
For example, sitting on a fairy stake, summoning souls, etc.
These things are difficult to guard against. Some of them don't even have names and are only passed down by word of mouth among teachers. Some masters will never pass on secrets to their disciples until they die, even to their own sons.
What I was afraid of was that this apprentice would inadvertently do this to me.
"When your master was in junior high school, he was sitting on the immortal pile. The other party was your master's enemy. I'm afraid he should have died long ago."
"This kind of person, when you are not paying attention, taps your shoulder and steals a point of popularity from you. From then on, as long as he casts a spell, you will feel like someone is sitting on you every night, getting heavier and heavier.
It will make you unable to eat and sleep well, your body will become weaker and weaker, and you will eventually die."
"It's so weird, is there no way to solve it?" Xu Tong asked in shock.
Mr. Song covered his forehead, hiding the tears in the corners of his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "There must be some, but few people know how to solve this evil method. Our family was in trouble again at that time, where should I go?
What kind of expert are you looking for?"
After talking for a while, Mr. Song seemed to be tired. He covered his forehead and went back to the room to rest, leaving Xu Tong alone sitting on the chair and thinking.
His big script mission "Progress in the Age of Panic" seems to be related to the master's era, and I don't know if he will encounter this kind of evil magic by then.
After nightfall, Xu Tong covered Mr. Song with a quilt, sorted out the props book, and made sure that he brought enough things this time, and even brought two boxes of instant noodles.
Until the grid in the props book was almost filled, "Dong, dong, dong..." The hour hand of the clock pointed to 12 o'clock, and the deep sound of the bell began to ring.
As the bell rang, Xu Tong walked out of the room and took a look. Under the night sky, huge neon lights flashed with blood-red lights, wishing to light up the night sky.
At the same time, urging prompts began to sound in his ears.
"A new round of script world is about to begin. Please go to the lobby to assemble this time."
"Attention, the actors are asked to assemble as soon as possible before the script starts. Those who exceed the time limit will have 10 script points deducted per minute. If the script points are not enough, they will be eliminated!"
"Hi~hoo~"
Xu Tong stood in front of the door, first took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it. When he raised his head again, his eyes couldn't help but sparkle, and his black eyes were as hot as fire. He put on the headphones and gently pressed the play button.
, the figure wandered in the darkness, farther and farther away, until it completely disappeared.
PS: The new script is about to start, please don’t worry, I will continue to update!!!
