People often say that there are several reasons why ghosts cannot be reborn.
Either they die in vain, or they have unfulfilled wishes, and those who die in vain want to find a scapegoat, while those who have unfulfilled wishes always use harassment to coerce living people to help them fulfill their wishes.
I don’t know which category this brother belongs to.
"Ahem, um... are you looking for a scapegoat? Do you still have any wishes you want to fulfill? If you have a wish, you might as well tell me and I can help you?"
The person in the shadow of the lamp turned his head slightly and looked at me with a mocking expression: "You help me?"
"Well, let me help you."
"How are you going to help me?"
"Don't worry about this, just tell me your wish first." I coaxed him like a child.
Yan Xiaoqing pondered for a while, and I pondered too. In fact, I was very unsure of what to do if this guy made some unbelievable wish, such as asking me to die in front of him.
Just when I was frightened, the man said quietly: "I do have a wish."
"You say." Realizing that he had said too much, he quickly added: "As long as it's not too much."
He glanced at me sideways: "I want to know who I am. Is this too much?"
"..."
A person who doesn't even know who he is, how can I know who he is?
"Brother, can we make a solid wish? For example, something you've never done in your life, something you've never eaten, something you've never played, or something you've never seen."
"I am not interested."
"..."
He stood up and covered me with his tall height like a barrier: "I'll give you three days. If you can't tell me who I am, this body will be mine."
Bang...the door opened, I hurriedly turned around and saw Yan Xitong leading a group of people rushing in.
As soon as the crowd came in, they immediately surrounded me and Yan Xiaoqing in a semicircle.
The black soul Pei Si was wearing a Taoist priest's robe and holding a mahogany sword, Yan Xiaoqing's confidant Gu Lun was carrying a bucket of smelly dog blood, Huo Qilin was holding a Buddha statue, Osmanthus was holding a copper bell with both hands, Shakshe and Batuzi
One person was carrying a large sword on his back, and the blade was a fierce dark red. Xingfu was holding a large bunch of copper coins to ward off evil spirits, and there were piles of talismans affixed to them. Everyone was prepared to call Yan Xiaoqing's face at any time.
"Putao, come here quickly." Yan Xitong reminded quickly.
Seeing how well prepared everyone was, I immediately jumped behind Yan Xitong and looked at Yan Xiaoqing proudly. No, he was no longer Yan Xiaoqing.
This much stuff is enough for him to drink a pot.
But I never expected...
According to the stories I read in the picture books, most ghosts should be afraid when they see these evil-warming things, but this ghost was actually able to laugh: "Are you going to sing an opera?"
"Singing an opera? Humph, it seems that you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Do you know what this is?" Gu Lun slapped the black dog's blood on the ground hard. Because the movement was too big, the dog's blood spattered out, but Yan Xiaoqing didn't seem to have any.
Don't care.
"Bullshit." Yan Xiaoqing replied calmly.
Gu Lun hummed: "You know better than to get out quickly."
Yan Xiaoqing also sneered: "Then why don't you splash it on me and see if I can come out."
Yan Xitong gave a look, and Gu Lun immediately picked up the bucket and threw it at Yan Xiaoqing with all his strength.
A shocking scene happened. Yan Xiaoqing stood there without dodging, letting the blood drip from head to toe.
There was a disgusting smell of blood in the air, and Gu Lun jumped back in shock, with a horrified look on his face.