Chapter 082
I took out the photo and took a good look at the man next to my mother. Although I didn't know him, based on the situation in the photo, I almost subconsciously thought of him as my father.
The man in the photo was handsome considering his age. He had a smile on his face and seemed very happy. He was holding my mother's arm and didn't seem to be deliberately close or distant. But after watching for a while, thinking about my father's behavior back then, I felt a little irritated. Helplessly, I could only sigh and not look at the man in the photo again.
Regardless of whether my father is dead or alive, he has not appeared for more than ten years, and I have no intention of looking for him. In short, I now regard him as a member of the behind-the-scenes team and include him in our reference. It's just that I have some resistance to mentioning him in my heart.
Ding Ding and Xiao Gui still looked at me strangely. I responded indifferently and told him that this man was my father. He had heard about him before. He said "oh" slightly, turned his head away and stopped talking.
The three of us stayed in the hospital for a few more days until my injuries were almost healed, then I packed up and prepared to leave. According to my previous personality, I would rather stay at home than go to the hospital when I had some minor illnesses or pains, but now I am ready to leave, I suddenly feel reluctant to leave this place, perhaps because it is rare to have such a peaceful life now, but even if I want to stay here, Ding Ding and Xiao Gui can't always stay here to watch over me. In the past few days, Ding Ding has complained many times that the environment in the hospital is too bad, making him lose his appetite.
The three of us took a few things and were a little hesitant when we went back. Ding Ding was homeless now, and Xiao Gui usually slept in the ghost car. Ding Ding and I didn't want to crawl into the ghost car again and again, so we had no choice but to go back to the house that Lu Yao and I rented.
Ding Ding and Xiao Gui originally considered moving to another place, thinking that we were living openly under the surveillance of Lu Yao and his gang. But in the end, I still thought this place was the best, because no matter where we helped, Lu Yao and his gang would be able to find us if they wanted to, and the three of us were now unemployed, relying on the little money left by Lin Tian to survive, and renting a new house would cost a lot of money, and we would probably be broke in no time.
When it comes to these practical issues, the three of us men can only bow our heads. The two of us walked towards the house without saying a word. The little ghost helped me carry almost all the luggage. Ding Ding didn't take anything except the bow and arrow, so he was happy and comfortable.
I asked Ding Ding where he learned his archery skills.
Ding Ding said he had never learned it. He had kept the bow at home since he was a child and used it as a slingshot. He learned it after playing with it many times. I always thought this bow was amazing. Something left by Mrs. Jiu must be extraordinary.
Tintin said that was for sure. This bow was not originally used for shooting arrows, but to use the sound of the vibrating bowstring to attract ghosts. The arrow was made by Tintin himself, and he carved a lot of ghost-exorcising runes on the arrowhead, so it was effective against ghosts.
As he said this, he called the hanged man to his side and said he wanted to demonstrate it to me.
I saw him sitting cross-legged, holding the bow in his left hand and holding an arrow in his right hand. The hanged man didn't know anything, but sat beside him with a curious look on his face, staring at the movements in Tintin's hands in a trance.
I saw him looking at me with a sly smile on his face, which meant that I should watch carefully. Then, he grasped the arrow and struck the bowstring. I immediately heard a "hum" sound, and the extremely faint sound of the bowstring vibrating came into my ears.
Not to mention that Ding Ding's current posture is like a complete charlatan. In my opinion, this subtle sound is just an ordinary string vibration sound, nothing special.
But I didn't expect that the hanged man who was sitting there stupidly suddenly shuddered. I saw it and felt very puzzled, but Ding Ding's hands did not stop moving. He struck the bowstring one after another, and the "buzzing" sound continued in my ears.
I found that the hanged ghost was panicking. He seemed to want to run but he seemed to have no strength. He crawled many times but couldn't get up from the ground. And for some reason, when I looked at him, I actually had several double images. I originally thought that my eyes were blurry as I could almost see three or four hanged ghosts sitting there and swaying slowly. But when I looked at Ding Ding, everything seemed normal.
It seemed like Ding Ding was addicted to knocking, and he stopped only when we heard the little kid scream.
We didn’t know what was happening, but when we turned around, we saw the little ghost standing nearby, his body fell to the ground and turned into a living soul again.
I saw a look of great surprise on his face, and he stared at Ding Ding blankly, as if he didn't know what to say.
Only then did I realize that the little ghost did not choose to leave his body on his own, but because of Ding Ding's actions, his soul was forced out of his body.
I thought about it and found it incredible. I asked Ding Ding what was going on. Could this bow be useful to humans?
Tintin looked at the little ghost for a while and said that the sound of the bowstring was used to calm the soul. If it was struck continuously, ordinary ghosts would be shaken away by it. It was usually used on people who were possessed by ghosts, using the sound of the bowstring to shake out the possessed ghost.
As he said that, he looked at the little ghost and said, "You can leave your soul. The soul in your body is unstable to begin with, and as a result, your soul was driven out. I will use this in the future, so you have to stay away."
When I heard it, I felt that this thing was a bit fierce, and it might not distinguish between friend and foe when used , but the little ghost's situation was special after all, so I could only do it separately. But I took a look, and by comparison, the hanged ghost was much more miserable. I just saw a few of his shadows. Ding Ding said that there are three souls and seven spirits in the human body. Only when these are complete can it be considered a ghost, otherwise it is just a scattered soul.
The hanged man was shocked by him just now and his soul was almost shaken away. Now he was lying on the ground in a daze, as if he couldn't even find the north.
I was somewhat worried about his condition, so I asked Ding Ding if this wouldn't leave him with any sequelae.
Ding Ding put away his bow and arrow and said disdainfully, "How could that be possible? It's not a concussion. Besides, look at this guy's personality, it seems like he's mentally abnormal. It's already like this, how could it get any worse?"
I rolled my eyes and looked at the little ghost. I saw that he was speechless. I knew that I was thinking the same thing. The character of the hanged ghost was very similar to that of Tintin. Maybe Tintin would also hang himself in the future. But I didn't expect that they were so weird in each other's eyes, and they couldn't see the similarities between themselves and each other. I don't know whether it's sad or pathetic...
After we settled down, we began to study what to do next. Being on the chessboard, if we can't be the chess player, we have to be the pawn who bravely moves forward to open up new territory.
Of course, I also learned about some of the things that happened to Tintin afterwards, that is, what happened after Lu Yao and I came back that night.
During the time I was recuperating at home, Ding Ding's situation was almost the same as that of the little ghost. He had no fixed place to live every day and was hunted by Xie Ning and the nightmare demon. Several times he was left with nowhere to go and barely escaped from them.
The little ghost had a ghost car, which was not very powerful, but it was very fast in escaping. They hid for a few days until that night, when Xie Ning and the water ghost ran to intercept the ghost car and blocked their escape route. As for Ding Ding, there was only the nightmare demon, and Ding Ding got ruthless and took care of him in one go without Xie Ning's obstruction.
I was very curious about what the nightmare looked like, but Tintin told me that it would be better for me not to see him in this life, because his appearance is really hard to describe. No wonder it is called the nightmare. I guess I will have nightmares every night after seeing it.
This may be because Xie Ning and his team underestimated Ding Ding's ability, thinking that Ding Ding had been forced into a desperate situation several times before, and the nightmare demon alone was enough to deal with him. This is also the reason why Xie Ning was a little surprised that Ding Ding was still alive when he saw him in the construction building.
Ding Ding followed the scent from my body and thought he was fine. But when he went to the construction building, he almost died at Lu Yao's hands again.
I comforted them with a few words, feeling somewhat apologetic. In short, all this happened because of me.
Back to the present, the three of us are sitting in the living room, discussing the next countermeasures. Ding Ding told me the message left by Mrs. Jiu. It was really just an address. I checked it on the website and found that it was the name of a very small village in the southwestern edge of the border province. It is called Jiuye Village.
But this village is too small and feels very backward. Apart from its approximate location, we don’t know any useful information.
The kid looked at it for a while and said that this place was hard to find and there was not even a specific route.
I nodded, not knowing why Mrs. Jiu told me about that place, but there must be a clue we need there.
We were discussing when to leave and what to prepare when there was a knock on the door.
I ran over to open the door, but as soon as my hand touched the door handle, I suddenly felt something was wrong.
Apart from Lu Yao and his family, we have never told anyone else that we live here. Whoever is knocking on the door now must have come to the wrong place, or he must have some purpose.
I retracted my hand, leaned against the door and looked out through the peephole, but it was broad daylight and it looked pitch black outside, and I couldn't see anything clearly.
I was just wondering when I saw the scene outside the door suddenly move. It turned out that someone had blocked my view just now. But when I looked again, I immediately felt cold in my hands and feet.
I saw a face sticking to the other side of the peephole outside the door, with a bloodshot eye looking inside. Although I knew it couldn't see me, I was still inexplicably shocked.
Standing outside the door is a corpse!
