Ghost Chronicle in May

Chapter 8

Duan Wuyang followed Meng Jungui and ran forward. After running for an unknown amount of time, the female ghost suddenly disappeared.

Duan Wuyang was startled, looked up and found that they had already run to the old dormitory area.

It is said that the old dormitory area was a student dormitory a few years ago, but it seems that it has been preparing for demolition in recent years. Now there are no students living in it. Why did the female ghost come here?

Meng Jungui looked up at the bleak old dormitory building not far away, and said lightly: "It really is."

"Why is that so?" Duan Wuyang frowned, he intuitively felt that Meng Jungui seemed to be hiding a lot of things.

Meng Jungui didn't answer him, and walked forward.

Duan Wuyang felt a little uncomfortable with Meng Jungui's defiant attitude, but Meng Jungui had saved his life just now, so he had no choice but to purse his lips and follow up.

Meng Jungui walked into an open space, and suddenly took out a piece of yellow talisman paper, Duan Wuyang's eyes widened when he saw it, where did Meng Jungui take it out from?

No, that's not the point!

Who is Meng Jungui?

In Duan Wuyang's mind, Meng Jungui, the male god in the eyes of all girls, has nothing to do with feudal superstitions such as dog teeth, black dog blood, and talisman paper... But the fact is, Meng Jungui Sure enough, he took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from nowhere, and in the next second, that yellow talisman paper ignited spontaneously!

Duan Wuyang's eyes widened, deeply feeling that this world is too unscientific.

The yellow talisman escaped from Meng Jungui's hand the moment it was ignited, and slowly floated in mid-air, burning into ashes little by little. The half-burned and half-floating talisman finally fell slowly in front of them for about two Three meters away, there is a lawn.

The talisman was completely turned into ashes.

Meng Jungui walked slowly towards the lawn where the talisman paper fell, frowned, and bent down.

Then, from nowhere... he took out a folding shovel and dug holes in the lawn!

Duan Wuyang was too serious to speak, he could only stand aside blankly watching Meng Jungui's movements.

This world is so mysterious...

After about ten minutes, the hole on the lawn got deeper and deeper, and finally Meng Jungui dug something up. He frowned, threw away the folding shovel in his hand, and picked up the thing.

Duan Wuyang went up to take a look, and found that it was actually a thrush pencil for women.

Who is so bored to bury the thrush pencil?Why did Meng Jungui dig this thrush again?

Meng Jungui didn't say anything, he threw the thrush into Duan Wuyang's arms, bent down and picked up the folding shovel and started digging.

Duan Wuyang hurriedly took the thrush pencil, and watched Meng Jungui's movements with curiosity.

Meng Jungui continued to dig, this time he did not dig vertically, but horizontally, as if he was digging a relatively large object.

Duan Wuyang looked at it for a while, and found that there was a little bit of ground exposed... It looked a bit like paper, Meng Jungui continued to dig, and Duan Wuyang saw that more and more parts of the thing were exposed, and finally Meng Jungui finally dug it out completely... ...that turned out to be a painting!

Meng Jungui reached out and took out the painting, shaking the dust on it... The paper of this painting has turned yellow, and it is hard to tell what age it is, but it has been buried in the soil, and there is no trace of it. The traces of corrosion, even the color has not faded, so lifelike, Duan Wuyang can imagine how this painting was just painted.

The painting is an ancient beauty, with eyes like autumn water, lips like crimson, thin makeup and light black, dressed in a hundred clothes, slim and graceful.

This is an ancient portrait, however, the woman in white in the painting has no eyebrows.

Duan Wuyang was stunned, the beautiful woman in white was full of charm in the painting, but her eyes seemed to be full of deep resentment, abruptly making this picture of a beautiful woman extremely strange.

Meng Jungui looked at the painting and said, "It really is." This is the second time he said that today.

"What's the matter?" Duan Wuyang really couldn't stand Meng Jungui's attitude of not speaking clearly, staring at him and asked repeatedly: "What's the matter with that female ghost? What's the matter with this eyebrow pencil? What's the matter with the painting? What's the matter with you?" There were too many doubts in his heart.

Meng Jungui finally raised his eyes to look at him, he smiled bitterly and said, "So many questions, how can I answer them in a short time..."

"Then you answer one by one." Duan Wuyang pursed his lips.

"Okay," Meng Jungui shrugged helplessly, "That female ghost... is the girl who committed suicide by jumping off a building five years ago, but to be precise, it was her and not her."

"What do you mean?" Duan Wuyang was confused.

"Five years ago, that girl committed suicide by jumping off a building, but it wasn't entirely because of a broken relationship...it was because of this eyebrow pencil..." Meng Jungui's expression was serious, "This eyebrow pencil belonged to that girl five years ago. It was given to her by her boyfriend."

Duan Wuyang became more confused the more he listened, "That girl's boyfriend gave her an eyebrow pencil, and she committed suicide?"

Meng Jungui looked at Duan Wuyang, pointed to the ancient painting of beauties, and said with a smile: "To be precise, the culprit should actually be this painting. Which dynasty did this painting come from, and whose hand is it? However, the painter at that time, because of something that happened to him, forgot to draw the eyebrows on the beauty after he painted the painting of the beauty... Who would have thought that the beauty in the portrait would absorb the essence of the world every day and gradually open up her mind? , I began to resent why I didn’t have eyebrows, and this resentment accumulated and deepened, and gradually turned into a burst of obsession, which made the beauty in this painting become a real beauty.”

Duan Wuyang was dumbfounded when he heard it, is he listening to Tales from a Liaozhai Studio?

"The beauty without eyebrows began to hate people with eyebrows in this world, and her resentment gradually turned into a desire for revenge, but the magic power of the ghosts transformed from dead things is very limited, and she has been imprisoned in this painting and cannot come out," Meng Jungui looked at the painting The beauty in the painting continued, "Until one day, that girl's boyfriend got this painting by chance, and fell in love with the eyebrowless beauty in this painting madly, and the eyebrowless beauty possessed a On the eyebrow pencil, and entrusted a dream to that girl's boyfriend, asking him to give the eyebrow pencil she possessed to his girlfriend..."

"The spiritual power of human beings is actually enough to resist some ordinary ghosts and spirits, but the girl's defense was greatly reduced because she received the eyebrow pencil from her boyfriend, and she was very happy to use that eyebrow pencil to draw her eyebrows... The eyebrowless beauty took the opportunity to attach the The girl's body made that girl jump off the building."

"Why?" Hearing this, Duan Wuyang couldn't help asking.

"Because the beauty with no eyebrows has limited mana, she cannot occupy that girl's body for a long time, so she can only possess and kill the girl when her mental strength is weakest," Meng Jungui looked at the eyebrow pencil in his hand, sarcastically Smiling, "Her goal is not the girl's body, but the resentment after the girl's death. Only this kind of resentment can strengthen her mana, because the source of her mana is resentment."

"After that, the eyebrowless beauty did the same thing again, possessing the game disc to keep killing those people, absorbing their grievances, and strengthening her mana..."

Duan Wuyang seemed to be listening to the Arabian Nights, but he knew very well that Meng Jungui did not lie to him.

He saw that female ghost with his own eyes... He almost died in the hands of this female ghost.

When everyone died before, without exception, they all had no eyebrows. Is that the resentment of the female ghost?

"That female ghost killed so many people just because the painter forgot to draw her eyebrows?" Duan Wuyang only thought it was absurd.

"At first, after that, who knows?" Meng Jungui shrugged.

Duan Wuyang pursed his lips, looked up at Meng Jungui again, and asked, "What about you? Who are you?"

Meng Jungui paused, looked at Duan Wuyang and said, "What do you think?"

"Maoshan Taoist? A cultivator?"

Meng Jungui shook his head, he looked at Duan Wuyang and said with a smile: "You don't want to know, the day you know, you will regret it."

Duan Wuyang frowned: "Why? What do you mean?"

Meng Jungui just smiled and shook his head and stopped talking.

Duan Wuyang wanted to ask something else, but was interrupted by Meng Jungui: "Can you thrush?"

"No, how could it be possible, why?" Duan Wuyang was at a loss.

"Thrush." ​​Meng Jungui curled his lips into a smile.

Before Duan Wuyang could react, he saw Meng Jungui flick off the lid of the eyebrow pencil with one hand, and really bent down to draw eyebrows on the painting of beauties.

"Since her resentment is that she has no eyebrows, if you paint her, her resentment will disappear."

Meng Jungui obviously doesn't know how to draw eyebrows either, the eyebrows are drawn crookedly, but at least it can be seen that they are eyebrows.

I don't know if it was Duan Wuyang's illusion, but the moment Meng Jungui finished painting his eyebrows, all the resentment in the eyes of the beauty in the painting disappeared.Looking at the beauty in the painting again, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are like autumn water, her lips are like red spots, she is dressed in white clothes, not stained with dust.

Who can imagine that the beauty like a fairy in this painting is actually the murderer who killed so many people?Duan Wuyang couldn't help but sigh.

Afterwards, Meng Jungui smiled and snapped his fingers.

The next moment, the beauty painting, even with the eyebrow pencil, began to ignite slowly and spontaneously.

Duan Wuyang was puzzled: "Her grievances have disappeared, why do you want to burn this painting..."

Meng Jungui looked at him, and said lightly, "The murderer has to pay for his life. You can't show mercy just because she is a ghost."

Duan Wuyang closed his mouth, watching this painting of beauty turn into ashes bit by bit in the flames...

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the beauty in the painting seems to be curled up in the flames, with shallow pear dimples, very agile.

The ashes slowly drift away...

"What happened to that girl's boyfriend?"

"After that girl died, she was killed by the eyebrowless beauty whose mana greatly increased..."

"It's really retribution..."

a week later.

Duan Wuyang left the dormitory with a thick book in his arms, ready to go to class.

He walked down the stairs slowly, and couldn't help but think of the thrilling experience a week ago.After that, the yellow-haired girl dropped out of school, and the cute girl named Ke Ke temporarily suspended school and recuperated at home because of excessive fright, and he never saw these two people again.

Although he still saw Meng Jungui sometimes, the distance between the two of them was still very far.After this incident, he originally thought that the two of them might be closer than before, after all, the two of them experienced that incredible thing together.However, this is not the case.The two of them still seemed to be strangers passing each other, and when they met on the road, they just nodded and said hello.

Meng Jungui returned to the stage and became his man of the hour.

As for Duan Wuyang, he was still that unknown ordinary otaku.

Duan Wuyang exhaled heavily and walked towards the classroom.

Anyway, his life is finally back to normal.

...however, this is not the case.

Just when he thought it was the end, in fact everything was just the beginning.

The author has something to say: The first short story of ghost thrush is over~(≧▽≦)/~ la la la

There are many sources of inspiration, such as Onmyoji story, nonsense, etc., pay tribute to the great gods Orz

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