The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 22

After drinking a cup of hot tea, the slightly hot temperature gradually spread from the chest and abdomen, Ning Xingruan still couldn't stop shivering.

There was a basin of warm water on the wooden table, Mr. Yu rolled up his sleeves, wet the towel, spread it on his face and wiped it gently.

A wide palm supported the back of his neck, and a warm towel wiped away the wet tears on his face. Ning Xingruan sobbed, a little embarrassed, but his eyes were still glued to Mr. Yu and he did not dare to move away. Has been quietly tugging at the hem of his clothes.

Only in this way, Ning Xingruan felt at ease.

The hand holding the hem of the clothes was pulled away, Ning Xingruan flinched, pursed his lips, and looked into Mr. Yu's eyes with some trepidation, but saw that his expression did not change, he just grabbed his hands and pressed them in the warm water, Then he helped him wash off the dirt on his hands carefully.

Both hands were submerged in the water, and Ning Xingruan's fair fingers and fingertips were wrapped in those big palms, and the light refracted by the sparkling water made them more intimate.

After washing his hands, he soaked them warmly. Mr. Yu grabbed him and wiped them dry with a towel before pushing the basin aside and refilling his cup with hot tea.

Ning Xingruan watched his unhurried movements, smelled the sandalwood scent wrapped around him, and his mood gradually calmed down. The aftertaste of crying made him gasp slightly. Next, he picked up the water glass and took a few more sips of water, trying to press it down.

"What happened?" Mr. Yu asked in a soft voice until now.

Ning Xingruan lowered his head slightly, the hot air in the water cup rushed to his face, and his sore eye sockets became hot again.

Facing Mr. Yu, he suddenly had a strong desire to confide in him. Mr. Yu did not belong to this village that was completely bound by stereotypes and customs, and had nothing to do with this village. He was a complete outsider.

I can safely and boldly talk to him about things in the village without having to think about whether I can trust him.

Without any evidence, based on Ning Zewen's words, even his uncle probably wouldn't trust him completely.Even though he told his uncle that he strongly demanded that his uncle would pack up and leave as he wanted, but the current situation is that he can't leave at all.

Ning Xingruan couldn't bear it anymore, and told Mr. Yu what happened after he came back. When he mentioned the pain and fear after learning that he was cheated by Qingxuan, he lowered his head and pursed his lips.

After finishing speaking, Ning Xingruan felt a lot more relaxed, the room was silent, he woke up from the impulse just now, and regretted it a little bit, did Mr. Yu feel that there was something wrong with his mind when he heard such outrageous things?

The room was quiet for a while, just as Ning Xingruan was feeling uneasy, warm palms gently rubbed the top of his hair, Mr. Yu said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, there will always be a solution to the problem."

Ning Xingruan blushed, looked up at him, and blinked quickly to keep the tears from coming down again.

He sniffled and said in a low voice: "Mr. Yu, I want to go out and never come back again, but I can't go out now, what should I do?"

He knew that Mr. Yu was just an ordinary person in poor health, and he probably shouldn't involve people in this kind of thing. If something happened, Mr. Yu might have to take risks for no reason.

However, at this moment, he seemed to have suddenly found a backbone, and could only look at Mr. Yu helplessly and dependently.

Mr. Yu pondered for a moment and said: "Come up the mountain with me. I wanted to go back today to pick up some books I left behind. How about you go there with me and avoid the so-called sacrifice?"

Ning Xingruan looked at him, and whispered: "Is this okay, I'm afraid it will bring you trouble."

He seemed to be targeted by something, and it seemed that as the sacrifice got closer, those things became more and more unscrupulous.

Telling Mr. Yu about his concerns, Mr. Yu had a rare smile on his face: "I've never been afraid of trouble."

Ning Xingruan seemed to have taken a reassurance, and also smiled slightly.

There would definitely be big trouble if he escaped from the priest, but he still had to choose a safer path than the horrific consequences that he could not imagine.

Mr. Yu said again: "Maybe before you leave, you can go to the Taoist priest and ask for clarification. Sometimes poor information will lead to two extremes in one incident."

"The Taoist has repeatedly emphasized that he will protect you well, maybe there is something inside."

Ning Xingruan was silent, he didn't dare to go.

Mr. Yu put his hands on his shoulders, and said seriously: "Even if we can't ask why, we will go up the mountain. No matter what, we will not let them restrict your freedom of coming and going."

Ning Xingruan looked into his eyes and suddenly gained confidence. A person like Mr. Yu would feel very safe when he heard such words.

"Okay... I'll think about it again."

He didn't dare to ask Qingxuan, because he was afraid that if he broke his face, he would be locked up directly. Now that he has Mr. Yu's guarantee, he really wants to ask Qingxuan himself, how many truths and lies did he tell? .

"I'm going to change my clothes first." Looking at the muddy footprints on the ground, Ning Xingruan lowered his head slightly, his eyes accidentally fell on the stain on Mr. Yu's chest, thinking of his gaffe at the entrance of the village, he became more and more nervous I'm sorry.

After returning home, Ning Xingruan fetched a basin of water, took off her dirty clothes and washed her body a little bit. After getting dressed, she sat in the main room and thought for a long time before finally plucking up the courage to go out.

The west bedroom suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Ning Xingruan's heart tightened. He was almost frightened out of his wits and held his breath carefully. I saw a piece of wood falling on the wall about one meter above the ground in the southwest corner, exposing the hole in the wall.

The half-old wooden box was exposed, and Ning Xingruan looked at the box with a sense of familiarity.

He walked over, took out the box and gently wiped off the dust on it. Looking at the familiar patterns, he finally remembered that it seemed to be his grandma's wooden box.

He remembered that when he was a child, the wooden box was always placed by his grandma's bedside. It was like a treasure chest, containing money, needlework and various small things.

How could it be in the wall?

With a slight force of his thumb, he pressed the hidden button of the box, and gently lifted the lid. Inside were a few pieces of yellowed paper and a few notebooks that had been torn to pieces, giving off an old atmosphere.

A few pieces of paper seemed to be magnetic, attracting his attention, but Ning Xingruan held back and closed the box. He wanted to wait for his uncle to come back and open it again.

He was a little scared in his heart, afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see.

After the box was covered and placed on the table, he watched it silently for a while, and finally overcame his curiosity, turned around and walked outside the house.

However, there was another soft sound behind him, and he turned his head to see that the wooden box fell to the ground, the lid was thrown open, and several sheets of paper fluttered loosely, one of which happened to land in front of him.

After a long time, he slowly pushed to the wall, and slowly slid on the ground with his back against the wall.

His hands were trembling uncontrollably. He took out his mobile phone and found it difficult to type. Looking at the relatively stable signal grid, he held the mobile phone tightly with both hands, closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his breathing, waiting for his heartbeat to calm down. Then he turned on his phone and searched for the information he wanted.

Cloudy mist, offering sacrifices to mountain gods, human sacrifices, forming a bond, special physique...

He tried keywords one by one, but he couldn't find anything, only a few TV dramas, customs of worshiping mountain gods and records of ancient human sacrifices.

Only special physique, he saw in a Q&A that someone said that people born in the horoscope of pure yin or ghost moon are prone to attract dirty things, but after searching these two key words, they couldn't find anything.

He clicked on the screen anxiously, the webpage jumped to a forum, and he slid his finger down. The topics of the posts in the forum were almost all a string of garbled characters. He wanted to open it but was told that he had no permission to view it.

He can only read a few posts labeled Gossip, and when he clicks on them, he finds that they are some pictures about folk tales. Judging from the content in the pictures, they seem to be taken from ancient books.

After a quick scan, Ning Xingruan could only infer from the few lines that this forum was probably founded by folklore enthusiasts, and it might be blocked on a large scale because it didn't comply with some regulations.

He rested his finger on a picture, and according to the dilapidated handwriting in the ancient book in the picture, the strange-looking lines in the picture are magic lines for psychic summoning ghosts, and if drawn with blood, they can be used to recruit ghosts as a contract.

It's just that magic patterns can only recruit ghosts, but they can't suppress them. If you want to form a pact with ghosts to use them for yourself, you still have to rely on your strength to subdue them.

Ning Xingruan felt a little uncomfortable looking at the lines on the picture, hesitated for a while, and took a screenshot and saved it in the photo album.

He searched aimlessly until he confirmed that he could no longer see any useful information, then he quit the browser.

Turning off the phone, covering her heart, tilting her head slightly and closing her eyes, Ning Xingruan was surprisingly calm at this moment.

Ten minutes later, he slowly got up, packed his clothes and went out.

He wanted to ask Qingxuan to clarify.