The phone book is not as big as a palm, with magnet pieces on both sides. After it is unfolded like an accordion, it is a long strip. The handwriting on it obviously lasted for many years from old to new.

I have only seen such phone books in TV movies. After I was born, my mobile phone has become a must-have item for everyone to use, so naturally there is no place for this kind of phone book to be used.

Zhu Yun opened the phone book and read the latest records directly.

The name I wrote down on the pencil is a bit strange, with only one surname - Chao. The phone number is the landline number. Several numbers are marked below, namely "15000", "3000", and "25000". I don't know what it means.

Zhu Yun happily took the phone book, returned to the bedside, and picked up the cell phone on the bedside table.

Zhu Yun's husband grabbed Zhu Yun's hand and asked, "Wait. That... is this person really OK? Don't your parents..."

The man wanted to speak but stopped, with a clear disagreement on his face and his face looked ugly.

Zhu Yun paused and also sank his face, "What do you mean?"

"Otherwise, I will accompany you to the City God Temple to burn incense tomorrow. If you are not at ease, let's go away and go to Guanyin Temple." The man said.

Zhu Yun raised his head in anger and stared at the man, "Zhang Junyi, what do you mean? What do you mean!"

"Don't yell. Don't wake up my daughter." The man frowned and showed an impatient look. "I didn't know about your parents. I didn't say that back then. The old man's money, just do whatever they want. We have hands and feet, jobs, houses, and cars. The two old men helped us a lot in the past. We can take good care of our daughter..."

"What do you mean?" Zhu Yun interrupted the man with gritted teeth.

The man looked at Zhu Yun, "What do you mean? Don't you know what I mean? In those years, your parents threw money into it for 30,000 or 50,000 yuan. They believed in something, but it was nothing. The old man believed in this too much. He prayed to God and Buddha, and hoped that his descendants would be good. He didn't encounter fraud... But what did they do? They are old, forget it. You are doing it now? Our daughter has not yet gone to college. She has good grades and may have to study abroad in the future. Where can I get so much money? I'll give you some trouble? If you are uneasy, I'll accompany you to burn incense. Go to a regular temple to burn incense. You have to buy consecrated amulets and do rituals. This person..."

"After all, you just don't believe me!" Zhu Yun said.

"How do you tell me to believe it? You said you were so damn. Where did the ghost come from? Your parents didn't make good in the end. Tell yourself, what was your parents like when they died! You didn't dare to take your daughter to see them!" The man also became angry, "Does your family have problems? Good days, but such a thing happened."

"I really saw it." Zhu Yun said stiffly, sitting dejectedly on the bed, "I really saw it..."

"I will accompany you to the hospital tomorrow. Then we will go to the temple. Is it okay?" The man also relaxed his tone.

Zhu Yun didn't listen.

I saw Zhu Yun’s memory.

In the fragmented memory, there is an old couple.

They are worried, they are troubled and always frown.

Their eyes looked at each other with an indescribable weirdness.

The next second, I saw another person.

The man had a goatee that was rare in this era, with gray hair and looked old, but his skin was delicate and smooth, just like a young man.

That person was so weird that Zhu Yun stared at him for a long time.

Goatee and Zhu Yun looked at each other for a moment, withdrew their gaze and signaled the old couple to take the child out.

Zhu Yun was driven out and was waiting in the hall outside.

The hall is decorated in antique.

I couldn't help but think of Bai An, the man who raised the blue-faced ghost.

What I saw in my dreams seemed to be the same where he lived.

This made me wonder if these people used the same decoration team to decorate.

This thought flashed through.

Zhu Yun sat on a mahogany chair and felt a little uneasy. She shouldn't be very old now, maybe she was a senior in elementary school or just in junior high school.

She stared at the bonsai on the small table for a long time, and gradually became distracted and her mind was empty.

The room was quiet and there was no sound in the inner room. Instead, you could hear the cries of insects and birds outside the window.

I don’t know how long it took, but the door of the inner room opened and Zhu Yun’s parents walked out.

Zhu Yun jumped off the chair and looked up and saw his parents' sad expression.

She was pulled away by her mother. Her father turned around and seemed to have said something to the people in the room.

This memory ended soon.

There was an extra Bodhisattva in Zhu Yun's home. But compared to the Bodhisattva she had seen before, the statue had a yin and yang face, with the left half smiling and the right half crying. The things it held in the left and right hands were different. Holding a sword in the left hand, blood was drawn on the sword; holding a flower in the right hand, and dew on the petals.

Zhu Yun stared at the Bodhisattva for a long time.

She would take a look every day and see how her parents knelt on the Bodhisattva devoutly. Three incense sticks every day have never stopped.

The Bodhisattva also maintained that yin and yang face until his father died.

My father died after she graduated from college. She was already unconscious a few days before her death. She always said that she was going to die and someone wanted to kill him. He hid from all over the world, and even stole money from her family and the Bodhisattva, and hid in another place. Police from other places came over. When she and her mother rushed over, they saw her father's body.

My father committed suicide. The day after leaving home, he hung himself in the rental house. The police said that at that time, there were only one or two pieces of clothes in the room, and the Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva's left and right face were upside down. His left face was crying and his right face was smiling.

Zhu Yun had goose bumps at that time, and even his sadness about his father's death was diluted.

And my mother was frightened by this.

She went to find Master Chao more actively and spent money like water.

The face of the Bodhisattva at home changed back again. She smiled on her left and cried on her right.

After his mother was killed in the stairwell, the Bodhisattva fell in half, and blood-like liquid flowed out of the hollow in the middle. The Bodhisattva's left half of his face turned into a crying face, and the right half turned into a terrified expression.

Zhu Yun thought of this and covered his face.

She used to think that Master Chao killed his parents. Her parents encountered such a scammer who was fooled and mentally ill. The strangeness of the Bodhisattva can be explained by mechanisms and magic.

But after she met her, she didn't think so.

"I really... I really saw it..." Zhu Yun choked.

Memories and feelings are so clear.

The sound, that figure, and the breathing it was pressed on its back and sprayed on its neck were all true.

Zhu Yun's husband patted her on the back and said a few words comfortably, but he still didn't believe it.

Zhu Yun was pulled and lay on the bed. Her husband turned off the light and coaxed her like coaxing a child, but she fell asleep before her.

Zhu Yun heard her husband's snoring, opened his eyes, stared at the dark ceiling, as if he had seen the shadow.

She immediately closed her eyes, but the shadow seemed to be imprinted on her retina and could not be erased.

Zhu Yun escaped.

I am recalling Zhu Yun's memories over and over again.

Wu Ling's speculation was wrong. They should not have investigated Zhu Yun's parents.

The car accident in elementary school, the help and death of his parents, and then what Zhu Yun encountered.

And that figure...

That look...

No matter how you think about it, they are all demons!

The sharp corners on the top of the head, the tail behind it, and the red and black skin color... are exactly the typical Western demon image. Moreover, it is not the strange demon like Kazanna, but the demon image in Western legends, classical paintings, art, and even modern film and television, animation, and the image that most people will associate with demons when they mention them.

If there are no demons in this world, it is a spirit with the image of a demon.
Chapter completed!