Luo Zheng's drinking capacity is not as strong as he said. Of course, he drank most of the beer, which may have something to do with it.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and Luo Zheng was already drunk and somewhat unconscious.

Luo Qiu didn't intend to disturb him, so he just covered him with a quilt and began to pack things in the living room.

"Brother-in-law...what happened to you..."

Luo Qiu stopped and glanced at Luo Zheng. Luo Zheng was just drunk and talked in his sleep. Then he moved his body again and fell asleep.

There was a moderate rumble outside the house, which was thunder from afar. Luo Qiu opened the front door and cast his gaze on the dark night sky.

There was thunder, maybe it would rain soon, and the wind suddenly became cooler... And on the other side of the distant mountain top, a green and black air was turning into a pillar of light and hitting the night sky.

It was an aura that ordinary people couldn't peep into... an extremely strong resentment, the source of which was the reservoir that had been built for decades on the top of the mountain.

Boss Luo could even clearly see dozens, hundreds, or even hundreds of pale, stiff, painful and even distorted faces in this blue-black resentment. They finally gathered together and finally turned into a more...

For a huge face.

Round pupils, round mouth... Behind it, it's as if everything has been drained away, leaving only the shell of a face with nothing left.

It was galloping, dragging a long green and black air at the end, and it passed over the mountain in an instant, landing over the village of Luojia Village, and then rolled down like a tornado, and in an instant it was like a tornado.

It pestered Luo Qiu around his entire hometown.

"You fell in love with Dazhe, and I didn't do anything to you. Of course, because you didn't do anything, I allowed you to wander around my house before. But now... what are you going to do?" Luo Qiu calmly said

asked.

I saw these green and black energies spinning faster and faster at this moment.

"Do you want to buy something from me? Guests...?" Luo Qiu asked for the second time.

However, there was a sudden strong wind all around, with screams, cries and roars, and flying sand and rocks were pushed towards Luoqiu at the same time.

"It seems that there is only a sense of resentment driving it..." Luo Qiu shook his head, "If you don't want to buy anything, then please go back. Come back when you need it."

However, the green and black energy was shrinking, and instead turned into countless looming arms, grabbing at Luo Qiu at the same time.

"I said, if you don't want to do business, then please go back. As for how you died in the reservoir, whether you drowned or died unjustly in it, it is not what I am interested in. So, please don't disturb the people here.

Please don’t scrape down the sweet-scented osmanthus trees near my house...a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus trees have already fallen.”

Luo Qiu moved his eyes, looked at the arm that was about to touch him, and said calmly: "Please don't touch me."

The arms stretched out in the air, under Luo Qiu's gaze, trembled crazily, shrank one by one, and finally retracted layer by layer into the 'giant face' that looked like it had been drained.

It let out a shrill scream, as if it had been hit hard, and rolled up into the night sky, flying away into the distance.

Luo Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, and everything here returned to its original appearance...the branches that had been hung up were also returned to their original positions.

Luo Qiu closed the door. At this time, sporadic light rain began to fall outside the house. Luo Zheng, who was lying on the bench, suddenly sat up and said in a daze, "Luo Qiu! Let's drink some more...hehe."

Then he drifted off to sleep again.

Luo Qiu smiled and waved his hand to cover Luo Zheng with the fallen quilt again. Then he sat down, held up a cup of tea and drank by the light of a lamp.

Looking through the old photo albums at home again.

…

…

There was a faint thunder, and Lord Jin walked into the Buddhist hall with a solemn expression. Hearing the footsteps, Dazhe stood up, his face not very good-looking.

"Master Jin, I really feel uneasy. I don't know why."

"Of course." Jin Ye sighed and said, "I'm also feeling uneasy. In this kind of weather, I'm afraid it's coming from someone with bad intentions."

"Already...already here?" Dazhe looked around nervously.

At this time, Lord Jin solemnly said: "Dazhe, listen to me. I have just asked Datou carefully. In addition to you, Aaron and several others died one after another, and the death conditions were not normal. I

After thinking about it for a day, I came up with something. In the reservoir where the child who drowned that year was, people have always slipped and fallen into the water. Of course, some people brought it upon themselves, and some... But over the years, a huge amount of resentment has accumulated in this reservoir.

, I'm afraid it has long been a hybrid water ghost... or even a fierce ghost with great resentment. The fierce ghost will never give up unless it takes its life, and will easily hate everyone who stands in front of it. Last night, I took action to kill you

The resentment on my body is gone, I guess this guy won’t let me go easily today.”

"Master Jin, I have caused trouble for you." Master Jin shook his head, "Don't say that some of these things are not serious. When things get to this point, just face them calmly."

"Okay, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

At this moment, Jin Ye suddenly escaped from his clothes with a simple plastic bag that can be found in ordinary canteens, "You put this on."

"This... put it on?"

"Yes! Put it on and tie it tightly." Jin Ye nodded and said: "I want you to suffocate and experience the feeling of death. Ordinary people cannot see the junction of yin and yang, but there is a situation that ordinary people can also see.

That's when you're on the verge of death. But don't worry, suffocation won't kill you all at once. When your consciousness becomes faint due to suffocation, that's the moment when your three souls and seven souls can temporarily escape from the body. This moment is very important to you.

It seems quite long to you, but when you see it outside, it only takes a moment, maybe less than ten seconds."

Dazhe grabbed the plastic bag in his hand, bit it and said, "Okay, then I will do what you did, Mr. Jin. But... is this all I need?"

"Of course not." Lord Jin said: "I still have to make your three souls and seven souls move so that you can face this fierce ghost directly. In addition, when you see it, you have to do this..."

As he said that, Mr. Jin walked to the Guanyin statue in front, moved the Guanyin statue, and took out an earthenware-like pot from under the jar, about the size of a palm, "I will put it on

On the roof, I have set up the altar on the lower floor. All you have to do is to provoke this evil ghost and lead it to the pot. There is absolutely nothing I can do about this evil ghost's body, but if I say it, I should give it up.

I can barely do it.”

After Jin Ye carefully told Dazhe some details that needed attention, he asked Dazhe to put a plastic bag over his head, but did not tie it.

At this time, Lord Jin took off Dazhe's shirt, stuck cinnabar with his fingers, quickly wrote a large number of Taoist words on his back, and read quickly: "He Huifen, the successful wife of the Lin family, is not yet eight years old.

Nineteenth birthday... combine the yearly birth with the horoscope, the child screams whooping cough, the Emperor Wen is linked to the Emperor Wu, the first seven are fasting and the last seven are called to summon the soul, the horoscope is Ziping, the book of the third generation..."

I also saw that Jin Ye pressed his hands on Dazhe's shoulders at the same time and sang loudly: "...The green mist in the green house in the Qionglou is fragrant, and the purple orchid is knotted with a red weasel bag. The fairy Yunche is invisible, and Fang Qing sent it to

Thank you, it's ridiculous. If you don't drink sugarcane syrup, you cry cold tears, and you don't understand the treachery of young men in Qi. You can live in the Penglai Palace in the sky, but you are the ghost of Mawei in the human world!"

A biting wind suddenly blew outside the house, and Mr. Jin shouted loudly, "The wrongdoer has his debtor, and Lin Congping, the successful son of the Lin family, today is the time for you to claim your life, why don't you show up quickly!!"

In an instant, a wave of green and black accompanied by bursts of thunder, like billowing sand and dust, appeared in front of the door of the nursing home villa.

"Dazhe! Tie the knot! Remember! You must be quick and never hesitate! The devil has no humanity, let alone heart, only resentment! No need to pity!"

Dazhe exhaled silently and tightened the bag around his neck... As he breathed, the oxygen in this narrow space was being consumed rapidly.

Dazhe painfully endured the instinctive urge to tear the plastic bag. He gritted his teeth and the bag covering his head shrank. Under the great pain and discomfort, Dazhe realized a wonderful thing.

The feeling is slowly spreading throughout my body.

His pupils were wide open, but he couldn't see anything... When he finally felt the presence of sight, he was already standing on the ground again, probably in the posture of a soul that Jin Ye said.

He is still sticking out of this villa, but it is different from the villa he knows. Now the villa has become destroyed and desolate, with black moss growing everywhere, as if it has been eroded by time after being bombed.

ruins that have lasted for decades.

He subconsciously looked up and saw a faint golden light coming from above, which was where the pot arranged by Lord Jin was. This golden light flashed by and then disappeared, but Dazhe had already memorized it accurately.

location.

Rolling on the ground was a blue-black mist... Right in front of Dazhe, a small figure gradually appeared.

Dazhe subconsciously took a step back, but quickly stabilized his body. He took a deep breath and did this subconsciously, "I know I will be the only one left in the end... You must not let me go, right?"

"

"Wei Dazhe..." The voice coming out of its mouth was like a child's voice, innocent and innocent, but it brought bursts of gloomy ghostly energy. It kept calling this name, "...Wei Dazhe...Wei Dazhe...Wei Dazhe"

…”

"Stop shouting! Just come if you want!" Dazhe shouted!

It suddenly opened its mouth and swooped in. It pinched Dazhe's neck with both hands and kept shouting: "Wei Dazhe...Wei Dazhe..."

"Yes... you should hate me like this... yes..." Dazhe showed a look of extreme pain, and at the same time he grasped his hands tightly with both hands, "I don't blame you... I will never do this in my life.

It’s your fault…but…”

…

In the room where the altar was placed, Big Head looked out the window anxiously, "Old man, what's going on? Is that ghost here? I'm so worried!"

Sitting cross-legged, Mr. Jin suddenly opened his eyes: "Here he comes!"

"Really!" Datou's heart suddenly jumped, but he said worriedly: "But is this pot of yours really useful... How about we do it another day? Change it to a stronger one, not just steel but at least iron!"

"What do you know!" Mr. Jin shouted at this time: "These are ancient objects produced in a Song Dynasty tomb in Daxinganling before the reform. I spent a lot of effort to buy a batch from Mrs. Zhang Lilanfang and placed them under the Guanyin statue.

Chanting and reciting scriptures every day strengthens their spirituality! It took me more than thirty years to polish them, how could it be useless?"

But I really don’t understand, who is Zhang Li Lanfang... I’m just worried about my big brother Zhe!

But Datou didn't dare to speak, because Jin Ye's expression suddenly became extremely solemn, and he could only hear him sigh heavily and say: "Dazhe, you stubborn guy! I asked you to lure it here.

, I’m not asking you to die together with him!!”

The big head can't be seen, which doesn't mean that Jin Ye can't feel that Dazhe's soul is intertwined with the ghost's soul at this moment... It's not that Dazhe can't break free, Jin Ye writes behind Dazhe's back

With so many cinnabar words on it, at least he can protect himself!
To be continued...