What did Jiang Qiyun tell me to see?

I shrank into the quilt and looked out along his hand.

He had already sat up and walked over my body to lift the bed curtain. I looked around carefully through the gap in the bed curtain.

There is no one in the house, everything is as old as before.

When the eyes fell on the window, a tall figure stood outside my window, motionless!

"Ah!!" I covered my mouth and shrank back.

Jiang Qiyun reached out to catch me: "Shhh... don't be afraid, I'm here."

But now I was so embarrassed that he was so naked that he was fine. Although his collar was completely open and he was still wearing his big sleeve shirt on his wrist.

Although ancient style clothes are complicated to wear, they are charming and convenient when they love them.

I reached out and grabbed my nightgown and put it on my body. A little cold sticky flowed out from somewhere, making my face blush.

But I don’t dare to get out of bed to clean it up now. Who is the tall figure who is motionless outside the window?

In this empty mansion, except for my great-grandfather, Aunt Zhang is the only one who has more brothers now, and I have Qiyun. Where can I get outsiders?

And what was he doing standing outside my window? Eavesdropping?

"Who is this..." I frowned and looked at Jiang Qiyun.

A touch of playfulness appeared in his eyes: "...I can't guess what color he is now, why don't I let him in and take a look?"

What color?

While I was talking, I saw something moving in the gap in the window lattice.

I thought it was dazzled, so I rubbed my eyes and looked carefully. A red thread was stuffed into the window frame, extending thinly and little by little.

The red line was like a spiritual animal, sliding downwards on its own. The tall figure outside the window stuffed the red line in bit by bit, and the red line was looking for a way inside.

Like an extremely thin snake, it slowly swam to the center of the room.

Just now I felt like someone was walking in the room, but the body was unable to move like a ghost pressing on a bed. This phenomenon is scientifically interpreted as "sleep paralysis". At this time, the brain waves are awake and are prone to half-dream and half-awake hallucinations. However, the muscle tension in the whole body is minimized, so low that even the fingers cannot move.

But this statement is an explanation to the general public. People in our circle do not believe in this kind of "science". People who walk on yin and yang have extraordinary spiritual consciousness, and many "feelings" are actually a "symptom".

This sign was accompanied by danger. The red line on the ground swam along the ground to the bed, and I looked at Jiang Qiyun nervously.

He didn't look nervous at all, but instead showed interesting eyes to see the gadgets.

"...Come on, lick." He suddenly reached out to my mouth.

"What, what?!" I looked at him in shock.

Lick?!

At this time, he is still in the mood to have some fun? Besides, I have never licked his fingers!

"Hurry up." He urged with a wicked smile: "...Don't show this expression, Mu Xiaoqiao, I would think you are not 'full' yet."

It’s your request that is too weird, okay! What should I do when I lick my fingers?

I blushed and stuck out my tongue to lick his fingertips perfunctorily. He shook his head and said, "No, I need to lick all of this fingers, and I need to get your smell."

His ring finger is vigorous and slender, and he feels a strange feeling on his tongue, which is cold and cold. He even pressed his fingertips against my tongue with his bad intentions, making me blushed.

"...Okay." He smiled and pulled out his fingers, put his hand on the bed. The red line seemed to follow the smell and swam directly towards his fingers.

One end of the red line wrapped around his ring finger, and then he remained silent.

"There is your hair on this thread." Jiang Qiyun chuckled, "So I know I'm coming to find you."

I looked carefully and saw that there was indeed a long thread of hair wrapped around the red thread. Is this mine?

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Qiyun said to me calmly: "It's just witchcraft."

Witchcraft? When I heard this word, I thought of the big witch king Mu Wanchen, who was as strong as a bear.

Monks and Taoists, the people who are good at the method of spiritual communication among the folk customs are called "witches". This type of person does not have a systematic inheritance system, and there are many types of witchcraft. I have only a few understandings about this.

The figure outside the window moved, and Jiang Qiyun's hand was suddenly pulled up by the red line and dragged it to the window.

He laughed, and the hand he was caught quickly pinched a trick. His slender fingers were very light and graceful, which made me dazzled.

"Push..." A cluster of tiny sparks ignited between his fingers, burning the hair wrapped around the red rope.

The figure outside the window paused and turned around to escape. Jiang Qiyun pulled the red line with a clang, and with a clang, the figure hit the window, causing the glass window to stagger.

I was even more nervous and quickly picked up my phone and wanted to call my brother. But after a long time, my brother didn't answer. I was so anxious that I jumped out of bed and ran away - has my brother encountered strange things? Could it be that he was dragged away by the red line?

"Don't be anxious, this is a trick." Jiang Qiyun made a gesture to close the line.

The doors and windows of the old house are carved, with glass embedded on both sides of the inside and outside, and they are banging and clanging. There is a lot of noise in this dark night. Do you know that there are only old people in this house?

Even if my great-grandfather is an old man in his 80s, no matter how strange a person is in this village, no one who is blind can dare to hit his mansion? There are so many descendants around.

Jiang Qiyun also pinched his fingers with his right hand, and the glass window shook violently as if it was squeezed!

A red thing was pulled in through the gap in the window frame.

I looked carefully and found it was a red paper man the size of a talisman!

The paper man has eyes, open his mouth, all his limbs, long hair, and a talisman was carved with a knife in the middle of his body. The most exquisite thing is that his hands and five fingers are all complete. The other end of the red rope is tied to the paper man's ring finger.

The first time I saw this, I knew that this paper man was "me" and was cut out by someone with ulterior motives.

Although there is paper man and paper horse technique in traditional Taoism, it is not used to harm people.

Paper man skills are mostly yellow and white paper, and these two colors mean "to connect the yang", while such blood-red paper man is used to connect the yin.

In addition, the red string wrapped around my hair was obviously trying to restrain my soul.

Jiang Qiyun dragged the paper man over little by little: "This kind of witchcraft is just ordinary level. Are there witches and witches in your family?"

I frowned and thought for a while: "There are people who want to harm me, but I don't know if it's a witch and witch... I'll go and see my brother first. He was scared to death by his cousin's out-of-body last time. I wonder if he will be scared tonight."

"Mu Xiaoqiao, stop for me." Jiang Qiyun's lazy voice sounded.

I looked back at him in confusion. Could it be that I can't even go to the yard next to see my brother?

He raised his hand and pointed to my lower body. The weather became hot and his nightgown changed to a short one.

"You pack up for me before going, and it all flows out along your legs. How can someone see this?
Chapter completed!