Chapter 51 What a coincidence! May I ask what’s so coincidental about it?
After the policeman left, Yang Guisi and Chang Xile looked at each other for a while.
"Can you still hear your neighbors talking next door?" Yang Guisi asked her first.
Chang Xile felt it carefully and shook his head.
But she had a special physique, and since she heard it, it meant that the soul of the student who died suddenly was still wandering here. I just didn't know what the opportunity to communicate with her was.
"It's okay, I'll do it." Yang Guisi ran back to the room and rummaged around for a while, then took out a piece of parchment with a lot of words written on it and a pen.
Chang Xile looked at her equipment and had a strange feeling of foreboding: "Pen Fairy?"
Yang Guisi spread the parchment on the table and sat down face to face with Chang Xile. "Yes."
"You know, in all the stories I've read, the consequences of rashly playing this game are not good." Chang Xile has always been in awe of this mysterious game. After all, it's easy to invite a spirit, but it's hard to send it away. The world is so big, who knows what kind of ghosts playing with the Pen Fairy will bring?
"I'm a professional," Yang Guisi said calmly, explaining the rules to Chang Xile. "I'll hold the pen in my right hand. You hold your left hand loosely, don't exert any pressure, and silently recite 'Pen Fairy, please appear soon! If you do, please circle the paper.' If the pen moves, it means it's coming. I'll then ask you questions."
In order to ensure the safety of both of them, Yang Guisi took out a talisman and wrote the words "Ding Xin" with cinnabar.
"Wow." Yang Guisi raised an eyebrow, amused. "This time I finished it in one go."
Chang Xile observed carefully from the side, and then he was inspired and eager to try: "Can you let me write one and give it a try?"
Yang Guisi stared at her, and after a while he took out a talisman and handed it to her.
Chang Xile repeated the drawing method of the Calming Talisman according to his memory. Yang Guisi looked at the flowing light on the talisman and said with gritted teeth, "It's really like the apprentice is full and the master is starving."
This person's talent in drawing talismans is so enviable.
"I'll be your disciple?" Chang Xile's eyes curved as he joked, "Then your master will have a grand disciple, won't he?"
Yang Guisi thought about this scene and smiled inexplicably. She rarely showed the innocent look of a young girl, and giggled at Chang Xile: "Then Master will definitely beat me up."
"In short, if I have a problem, you are not allowed to let go of the pen with your left hand, and you must use the centering talisman on my forehead with your right hand. I will do the same in return, remember?" After Yang Guisi gave the serious instructions, he and Chang Xile held the pen together.
Chang Xile recited "Pen Fairy, please show up!" countless times in his mind and almost felt sleepy. The next second, the pen in his hand suddenly felt a force pulling to the right.
She woke up with a start, exchanged glances with Yang Guisi, and watched the pen slowly move to the right, then circled the big word "yes".
Yang Guisi asked, "Are you Xiao Yang from next door?"
The pen circled again on "yes".
"Do you know the two people outside the door today?"
[yes]
It was just a routine question, but she didn't expect the answer to be positive. She paused, then asked, "Are they coming for you?"
[yes]
Yang Guisi raised her eyebrows in surprise. Before this, she had always thought that she had just accidentally offended someone, after all, those two people had turned off the power in her house.
"Can you briefly describe the reason?"
The pen hesitated for a long time before finally circled a word.
[debt]
Chang Xile felt the power of the slowly moving pen, and incredible emotions arose in his heart.
Communicating with ghosts in this way feels a bit like playing turtle soup.
Chang Xile suddenly thought of a very important question: "Does your death have anything to do with them?"
On the one hand, someone was suspected of seeking revenge, and on the other hand, a resident suddenly died. How could such a coincidence happen? But on second thought, Xiao Yang was already dead, and it didn't make sense for those two people to still cause trouble.
This time, the pen paused for a long time before circling two words at once:
[count][yes]
Chang Xile asked again, "Why did you stay here after you died?"
The souls of the dead are usually whisked away by the Grim Reaper to reincarnation, but it's been quite a while since Yang Guisi mentioned Xiao Yang's death. Either her soul is being forced to stay here, or she herself is obsessed and unwilling to leave.
Yang Guisi gave Chang Xile several looks. She had forgotten to remind him that most of the people who participated in the Pen Fairy game were spirits who were stranded in this place and were only playing for fun. During the process, they should try to avoid reminding the other party that they were "dead."
Sure enough, the pen began to tremble violently, moving suddenly to the left and then to the right. If Yang Guisi had not held Chang Xile's hand tightly, her hand would probably have been thrown out.
The pen tip trembled as it circled the word "hate" again and again.
[hatred]
[hatred]
[hatred]
In the end, the word "hate" actually slowly stained a bloody red. Chang Xile watched everything unfold before her, sweat forming on her forehead, her breathing rapid, her heart pounding unbearably. At that moment, she saw a third, pale, bloodless hand covering hers and Yang Guisi's. She looked up, stunned, and met that dark, hollow eye.
"Why did you torture and kill my cat... Why! Ah Hua is innocent!"
The other person wailed desperately, as if sensing her gaze, and suddenly turned his head, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, and quickly fell towards Chang Xile. Chang Xile felt that her breathing had almost stopped. The thousandth of a second was too short for her to react, but it also seemed like an eternity, so long that every change in the ghost's expression was deeply imprinted in her memory.
The pen in his hand couldn't bear the weight and broke into two pieces!
It's a taboo to let go of your hand midway through the Pen Fairy game. Seeing Chang Xile's expression was off, Yang Guisi quickly grabbed a "calming talisman" and placed it on her head. Chang Xile snapped back to her senses, and the evil spirit was gone. She sat back in her chair, exhausted, and spent a long time calming her breathing.
After a while, Chang Xile told Yang Guisi what he had seen.
There seemed to be some injustice behind their neighbor's death, one beyond the two of them's purview. Yang Guisi's focus lay elsewhere: "The two times you saw ghosts, were you extremely frightened?"
Chang Xile recalled it and found that it seemed to be true.
Yang Guisi extended his hand to her: "Write down your birth chart for me."
After she stared at the string of years, months and days, she asked again, "Do you have the exact time of birth? Accurate to the minute, or even the hour would be fine."
Most people are lucky enough to remember birthdays, but who would remember such details as birth time? But Chang Xile pondered for a moment, rummaging through her phone's photo album, and showed her a baby photo. The photo looked quite old, and the baby smiled at the camera with an innocent expression. In the lower right corner of the photo, a string of numbers was written, detailing the minute.
"This is the photo of me when I was born. The date of my birth is written on it." Chang Xile pointed it out to Yang Guisi. "Here."
Yang Guisi closed his eyes and began to calculate on the spot, confirming, "Your horoscope is too weak. You're prone to encountering unclean things. You cried a lot as a child, right?"
"Yeah." Chang Xile smiled sheepishly. "When I was little, my mom always told me to be sad. My grandma caught me and scolded me severely before I changed my ways."
"Auntie is quite interesting." Yang Guisi smiled and said to Chang Xile, "When you need it next time, try watching a horror movie. Maybe you will see a ghost if you get scared."
"Do you still have any humanity, Yang Guisi?" Chang Xile looked at her, trying to hide his fear with calmness.
"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore." Yang Guisi patted her shoulder, "Go back to your room and sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow if there's anything."
Chang Xile was pushed back to her room, but after a while she knocked on Yang Guisi's door again.
"What's the matter?" Yang Guisi opened the door. She was already feeling sleepy.
Chang Xile said with a sad face, "I'm scared when I think about that neighbor walking around in our room. Can we sleep together at night?"
Yang Guisi took two steps back in obvious resistance: "I'm not used to sleeping with people..."
But seeing Chang Xile's tearful expression, and imagining her miserable state at night, where she saw ghosts more and more as she became more afraid, he couldn't help but sigh. Yang Guisi released his hand from the door and said, "Come in."
In order to let Chang Xile sleep peacefully, Yang Guisi also pasted an evil-repelling talisman on the door to ensure that Chang Xile would not see her neighbor lying on her bedside when she opened her eyes in the middle of the night.
"I love you so much, Guisi!" Chang Xile happily hugged Yang Guisi's neck.
When he woke up the next day, Yang Guisi politely persuaded Chang Xile to move back to the dormitory.
"Your sleeping posture is scarier than a ghost, Xile." Yang Guisi said earnestly, "Go back, I will stay in the dormitory with you." This can also avoid being bothered by the two men or the dead neighbor in the middle of the night.
Because Yang Guisi hadn't slept well last night because of her disturbance, he was so sleepy that he went back to sleep during the day. Chang Xile packed up her things and went home with a full of apology.
However, somehow it happened that she met an unexpected guest on the road.
Two, to be exact.
The first person drove a very flamboyant car and slowly stopped in front of her. When the car window slowly lowered, a cold face was revealed, which Chang Xile never thought could match this car in her life - it was Daisy Gang.
He took off his sunglasses and smiled: "What a coincidence."
"What brings you here?" Chang Xile didn't believe that the busy President Dai would be in the mood to stroll around this remote university town. She felt a headache when she thought of the sky-high priced painting and the "gift" sky-high priced house that Secretary Ye sent her yesterday.
"I heard that you refused our gift." Daisy Gang said straight to the point.
"You guys?" Chang Xile repeated the word.
"The painting of mountain geese and my house," he said.
"I don't think my help is worth such a generous gift, so I refuse. Otherwise, I will feel uncomfortable. Do you understand?" Chang Xile reiterated her attitude. She admitted that money can make people happy, but if this matter made her uncomfortable, then everything should go away.
"That's right... But if I don't show any appreciation for my benefactor, I, as a family member, will also feel very sad. Can you understand?" Daisy Gang didn't explode as Chang Xile had imagined. Instead, he smiled and applied her logic.
Chang Xile looked at his expression and always felt that something was wrong in the details, but after thinking about it, he nodded to show that he understood.
"I'll clear out the villa and put paintings in it. You can come and see it anytime you want," Daisy Port said patiently. "You don't have to own a painting if you like it, but it's worth retaining the right to appreciate it, don't you agree?"
That seemed to make sense. This kind of thanks was both sincere and not excessive, and Chang Xile was slightly moved.
Dai Xigang saw that she was interested and pressed the issue, "Where are you going?"
Chang Xile did not hide it. This matter was somewhat related to him: "Prosit's painting reminded me that I haven't fulfilled my vow yet."
When leaving Xiaoyu Temple that day, Chang Xile said that he would bring back fruits, incense and candles to fulfill his vow.
"Why don't I give you a ride?" Daisy Gang got out of the car and opened the passenger door for Chang Xile without waiting for her to refuse.
Chang Xile showed a conflicted look. She was about to refuse when she heard a familiar voice coming from another direction.
"Joy?"
She looked in the direction of the sound and saw Anping leaning against a bicycle. His slightly long white hair was tied up with a black headband, revealing his beautiful forehead, which was very different from his usual temperament.
He looked at Chang Xile without blinking, deliberately ignoring the annoying man next to him, and just smiled and said, "What a coincidence."
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