When Lang Zixuan saw Lang Shuoyang taking off Mrs. Lan's pants inside and out, she glared: "What are you doing?"
"Let's cut the hair!" Lang Shuoyang said. If you want hair, the hair will naturally be the thickest under the lower abdomen and above the thighs.
"No, just hair." Lang Zixuan said with a frown.
If I didn't tell you earlier, I still have hair. I thought the word "hair" was in front, so I chose "hair" instead of "hair".
Lang Shuoyang picked up Mrs. Lan's pants again and cut off some hair from her temples. Lang Zixuan took it and stuck it on the talisman paper, and then stuck the talisman paper on the lampshade. After pinching it with his fingers, the lantern actually flew up.
It shook a few times on Mrs. Lan's head and suddenly fell down with a snap. Fortunately, Lang Zixuan was quick and held it up, otherwise it would have fallen on Mrs. Lan's face.
Lang Zixuan frowned and said, "There is a difference. This soul will never come back on its own."
Zhang Dahu laughed "haha" next to him: "No way, let me tell you, if you can't save people today, I will detain you. You are deceiving the public with your lies!" The two policemen next to him also said: "This is now banned in the country.
Feudal superstition, you still engage in this deception, is it interesting?"
Lang Zixuan asked Lan Xiaoshan, who was crying on the side: "Did your mother faint at your father's graveyard?"
The second aunt next to me answered: "Yes, yes, my family went to the mountains to collect mountain goods and saw it, that is the cemetery."
Lang Zixuan nodded, held the lamp with his left hand, and blurred the lamp with his right hand for a few times. The red candle flame in the lamp suddenly surged and pointed toward the door. Lang Zixuan closed the fingers of his right hand, and the candle flame returned to calm. Lang Zixuan said to Lang Shuoyang
: "Let's go, take me to the back mountain cemetery."
When I went to the Houshan Cemetery at this time, the originally lively villagers did not dare to follow them. They all stopped as soon as they arrived at the gate. Zhang Dahu shouted behind him: "I'm telling you, don't pretend to be a ghost. You won't be able to come back in an hour."
If someone comes, we will send him to the hospital."
After leaving the village, it became darker and darker as we walked. Only a red lamp in the palm of Lang Zixuan's hand and the flickering red candle gave out a faint light.
Lang Zixuan said that she asked Lang Shuoyang to lead the way, but in fact she followed the flames of the wax. She walked in that direction where the flames pointed. Lang Shuoyang followed her, thinking that she didn't know what the purpose of her asking me to follow was.
Aren't you afraid of the dark and want me to keep you company?
At the foot of the mountain, Lang Zixuan walked faster and faster. In the end, the two of them were basically jogging. When they were approaching the cemetery, the red light suddenly flickered. Lang Zixuan said: "It's broken, the candle is going out!"
Lang Shuoyang said in his heart that it should have been turned off a long time ago. How long have you been lighting it? The quality of your little wax tip is good enough.
Lang Zixuan said: "As soon as the candle goes out, Mrs. Lan's soul will be out of control, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to find again." As he said this, he held the sword formula with his right hand and pointed it at the candle, as if doing some martial arts, and the candle gradually calmed down.
Only then did Lang Shuoyang realize that the wax had not decreased at all since it was lit, and was still as high as ever.
Walking further into the cemetery, Lang Zixuan said: "There must be evil spirits here. You follow me so that I don't have to worry about being attacked by ghosts from behind."
Damn it, are you using me as a shield? Lang Shuoyang quickly said: "Sister Zixuan, I can't catch ghosts! If there is a wild dog or something, I can still deal with it."
Lang Zixuan's expression was solemn at this time, and she said without turning her head: "Don't talk nonsense, you have a lot of yang energy in your body, and you are a child. Wandering spirits dare not approach you."
So that was the case, but Lang Shuoyang was wondering how she could tell that she was still a child.
At this time, Lang Zixuan suddenly stopped, and Lang Shuoyang almost hit her on the back. He lowered his head and glanced at her plump buttocks, which must have been very elastic if he bumped into her.
Lang Shuoyang looked over Lang Zixuan's shoulder and was almost frightened. He saw two people floating on the grave not far ahead. One was the dead Brother Lan, and the other turned out to be Aunt Lan. Why did she get here first?
Brother Lan was wearing the same shroud he wore when he died, and his head was still flat. After falling off the cliff, his skull was shattered. His eyes were hanging outside the eye sockets, and blood was still flowing out of them. Sister Lan was wearing the same shroud.
The one wearing the broken vest was wearing nothing underneath. The two of them were tearing and tearing at the grave. Brother Lan didn't say a word and refused to let Sister Lan go. Sister Lan cried and struggled to get out.
Lang Shuoyang lay on Lang Zixuan's shoulder and asked, "Are they both ghosts?"
Lang Zixuan looked surprised: "Can you see them?"
"Yes, I am night-eyed, I was born with it."
Lang Zixuan looked back at Lang Shuoyang, his eyes glowing dimly in the dark night. He was not lying about this. He could see his own palm prints clearly at night when others couldn't see their fingers.
Lang Zixuan said: "This has nothing to do with Yeyan. Mrs. Lan is not completely dead. Her soul is just an image. Her husband has not shown up. You can actually see it, which means you have a certain level of wisdom!"
Lang Shuoyang didn't know what the wisdom root she was talking about was, but he knew he had a life root.
Lang Zixuan pointed at Brother Bian Toulan and said, "Hey, there's no need for lonely ghosts to entangle good women. Aren't you afraid that your moral integrity will not be preserved and you won't be able to reincarnate?"
Brother Lan's ghost saw them at this time, dragging Mrs. Lan over from the grave. When he spoke, his voice was ethereal, as if he was speaking from the opposite side, and it seemed like a voice floating from far away: "This is me.
Wife, I asked her to stay with me, can you take care of it?"
Lang Zixuan took out a handful of things from his pocket, held it in his hand, and said angrily: "If you have sense, let her go quickly, or I will make you lose your soul!"
Brother Lan was really angry. Lang Shuoyang knew that he had a bad temper when he was alive. At this time, his temper had not changed. He suddenly opened his big mouth and rushed towards Lang Zixuan. The mouth was big enough to swallow Lang Zixuan's head.
A cold wind blew over Brother Lan's head. Lang Shuoyang almost peed in fear and hurriedly hid behind him.
But Lang Zixuan didn't even move, and said: "Your tricks can scare ordinary people, but they can't scare me. If you have the ability, bite off my head and see!"
Brother Lan's ghost circled around Lang Zixuan, and the dark wind blew the candles in her palms around, but Lang Zixuan didn't move and just sneered.
Brother Lan suddenly left Lang Zixuan, went over to pick up Sister Lan who was squatting on the ground, and was about to crawl into a grave. Lang Zixuan cursed angrily: "You unrepentant guy, look at my divine sand!" He held it in his hand!
The contents flew out, like a handful of sand hitting Brother Lan. White smoke appeared from his body, and he let out a strange cry, letting go of Sister Lan's hand.
Lang Zixuan took two steps forward, drew a talisman on the palm of his left hand with his right hand, and said: "Five hundred thunder gods are stored in the palm of the hand, and the earth will split open and the sky will collapse. If evil spirits and ghosts meet here, they will scratch the dust in an instant. I ask Emperor Leizu to urgently
Urgent like a law, thunder in the palm of your hand!" Lang Shuoyang knew as soon as he heard it, it was thunder in the palm of his hand. She acted very well, but he didn't know how powerful it was.
Brother Lan suddenly turned into an illusory shadow and went into the tomb. Lang Zixuan faced the tomb and raised his hand to strike out with lightning from his palm. At this time, Sister Lan suddenly floated over and blocked Lang Zixuan: "Sister
, please spare him! He is also infatuated with me and that’s why he ended up like this. I can’t bear it if you hurt him!"