Hearing the word "Jingxian", I shivered subconsciously.


    Although I don''t know bloody mary, I have heard something about Jingxian.


    After all, in domestic horror movies, the most common theme is to invite Bixian or Diexian, which is called immortal.


    Jingxian, like Bixian and Diexian, belongs to the same category. They are all very evil, but they are more powerful than ordinary ghosts.


    Most people are scared enough to hear these names, let alone play.


    But the granddaughter of the curator, six of them, dare to play this game. The courage is not great.


    Seeing that I understood, Mo liangye continued to say in a deep voice, "please play Jingxian. It''s a very evil game. Please do it ten times. Maybe only one time can succeed. Moreover, if you invite Jingxian once, you will lose ten years of your life. If there is no obsession in mind, people will definitely not use this way. "


    "Ten years? Isn''t Fresnel... "Asked ambis with a worried face.


    Mo liangye took a look at him and said slowly: "the most terrible thing about ten years of life lost is not ten years of life lost, but in the process of inviting Jingxian, the apple peel you are cutting can''t be broken. Once it''s broken, the person who invited Jingxian will die in three days! "


    "I''ve been there for a long time? It''s more powerful than that! " I exclaimed.


    "Otherwise, why do you think so many people are afraid of Jingxian?" Ink cool night light way.


    "Well, it seems that I am really ignorant. But now that the granddaughters of the curator are missing, what should we do? You can''t wait to see the dead, can you I asked, frowning.


    "Of course not. If we didn''t meet it, it would be OK. But now that we have met it, if we ignore it, we may not be able to get the dialogue from the curator. Maybe God will blame us. So, even if it''s a bit tricky, we''ll try our best to have a try! " Ink cool night a face firm say.


    Maybe I didn''t expect that Mo liangye and I would insist on helping Fresnel when we knew it was difficult. When he was grateful, he didn''t know what to do.


    "Thank you, Mo. you must have been sent by God to save Fresnel. Don''t worry, as long as you help to save Fresnel, even if I pay any price, I will help you get the original dialogue from the curator


    Unexpectedly, as soon as ambes'' voice fell, he heard an old voice outside the door.


    "Who said I would lend them the dialogue?"


    Hearing this, everyone was stunned and turned to look at the door of the dance room.


    I saw a white haired old man, leaning on crutches, accompanied by two policemen, slowly came in.


    When the old man''s eyes swept me and Mo liangye, they were full of hostility, like a sword trying to stab us to death.


    When Byron saw the old man coming in, he quickly welcomed him and called respectfully, "curator, are you here?"


    The curator took a look at Byron and asked coldly, "did you bring these two foreigners to the scene of the crime?"


    Byron''s face was full of shame.


    "Curator, I''m... I''m worried about Fresnel, so I''m..."


    When he heard Byron''s words, the curator put his crutch on the ground heavily and yelled: "Byron, you are so brave. You bring irrelevant people here without my permission or the permission of the police. You are obstructing public affairs. Do you understand?"


    Byron was obviously afraid of the curator. As soon as the curator said that, he was scared to his knees.


    "Curator, I didn''t mean to. I promise I won''t dare next time!"


    "Do you want another time? Hum, I''ll give you half a minute to get rid of these two foreigners. I can let bygones be bygones! " The curator said sternly.


    Because the curator was older, I had been patient and didn''t want to have any conflict with him.


    But at the moment, I was annoyed to see the curator so impolite.


    "This old man, have you made clear the situation? My husband and I are here to help you find your granddaughter. Now you want to drive us away. Don''t you want to save your granddaughter? " I asked in a cold voice.


    The curator looked at me with his old eyes and said coldly, "I''m afraid it''s false to help me save my granddaughter. I''m afraid it''s true to use my granddaughter to coerce me into taking the dialogue written by Plato himself?"


    As soon as I said this, my face turned red, as if I had been peeped through.


    But I''m also a person who refuses to give up. Even if he sees my mind, I still want to argue to the end.


    "You are not right, old man. I admit that we really want to have a look at the original dialogue in your hand, but now that your granddaughter has an accident, even if we are crazy again, we will never take advantage of the fire. After all, we also have conscience. " I said.


    The curator looked at me scornfully, snorted and said, "conscience? Two dealers in cultural relics, will they still have conscience? "


    "Cultural relics dealers? Old man, are you mistaken? We just want to have a look at the dialogue, but we don''t want to sell it for money. How can we become dealers in cultural relics? " I feel like I''m more wronged than Dou E.


    "Don''t think I''m old enough to cheat me. I''ve seen a lot of people like you. You often say that you just want to have a look at the dialogue under the banner of curiosity. As a result, once I take out the dialogue, I try my best to take it away from me. You are the scum in the history of human civilization and will be punished by God


    The more the curator said, the more excited he was, so he had to hit me and Mo liangye with a crutch.


    Looking at this posture, I don''t think the old man will believe us if he doesn''t have some real skills.


    It''s OK to get "dialogue" later, but now the granddaughter of the curator is still uncertain. If they delay for one more minute, they will be in more danger.


    So, I took a cool night to wink at him and motioned to him to frighten the curator.


    Mo liangye was also speechless to the curator. Seeing my eyes, he immediately waved his hand. A scene of infernal hell appeared in front of the curator and the two policemen.


    "See? This is where people go when they die. Good people will be reincarnated, while bad people will be cast to this place to suffer and never live beyond. Since you don''t listen to my wife''s explanation for a long time, I''ll have to force you to go straight to hell! " Mo liangye pretends to be vicious.


    Originally, the old curator was very calm, but when he saw the picture of hell in the dark night, his old face became white, and the beads of sweat fell down.


    "Who on earth are you?" The old librarian asked in a trembling voice.


    Mo liangye glanced at the old curator and said, "we should come to you!"


    On hearing this, the old librarian''s face changed again.


    A few seconds later, he sighed and said, "I''ve been waiting for you for many years. You''re here at last!"