I turned my head to look between the windows, and the ghosts outside had already opened the window, and the biting wind was blowing in from the window, and my field uniform was immediately blown through by the wind.

I also squinted at the window, and when the ghost standing outside the window looked up at me in the gloomy wind, I pulled out the Nine Stars and the waning moon, nailed the tip of the knife into the table, let the knife stand on the table, and opened the diary again.

When the candle flame on the table shone on the blade of the Nine Stars Waning Moon, a bloody light swam with the blade of the knife, and the nine round holes on the knife were like nine blood-soaked ghost eyes, staring at the ghosts outside. The ghost who hit the head wanted to break through the window, but he couldn't resist the murderous intent on the knife, and his hands were pressed on the windowsill to scratch the windowsill, but he didn't dare to take another half a step forward.

I sneered and read again:

What's wrong with me these days? How do I always feel something on the top of my head, sometimes, I can feel something sweeping my hair on the top of my head, and sometimes, I can smell the coffin wood. And those dead girls, who always secretly laughed behind my back, they never laughed before. Are they looking at something I can't see?

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year

Why do I always look up at the roof these days, and always want to hang a rope on the beams? When I look at something with a loop, I want to put it under my neck and try it. Ties, trouser belts, clothes hangings, gym machines, as long as it's something with a loop, I want to put my head on it and try it out.

Someone must have touched that woman's corpse, and she was entangled with me! I have to ask what the hell are the four dead girls looking at?

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year

Those four girls are hurting me, they must be hurting me, how can I beat them, they don't say what they see? I'm going to get a set of stakes tomorrow and nail them up.

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year

Am I going to have an accident, if something happens to me, it must be Zhang Wentao's doing. Only he could do such a thing.

Zhang Wentao, I can't spare you if I'm a ghost.

Li Ze's diary came to an abrupt end here, and the four dead Nizi he said should be the four ghosts standing outside the window. They didn't let Li Ze nail it up, but Li Ze himself hung it on the beam.

I looked at the time in the diary: when Li Ze hanged himself, the female corpse was chasing Wang Liqun, and the biggest feature of the spell is that it can only target one target at a time, and only when the target dies can the next person be killed, even if it is a cursed family, or even a city. It's just that the large-scale curse, the speed at which the target dies is too fast, makes people feel that it is a piece of dead people, in fact, the curse also has a sequence.

At that time, I was protecting Wang Liqun, the target was not dead, and it was impossible for the female corpse to turn back and kill Li Ze. Moreover, Li Ze's method of death was completely different from the several dead people I encountered. Could it be that the murderer who killed Li Ze still has a cursed corpse?

I pressed my hand on the table and tapped it twice, then opened the journal again. This time, I quickly spotted a problem.

Li Ze's last few diaries, although they seemed very panicked in terms of words and tone, his handwriting was extremely neat, even more neat than the previous diaries scolding Zhang Wentao. People's emotions can not only be reflected in the words, but also in the handwriting. From Li Ze's handwriting, it can be seen that he was very calm at that time, and he was even ready to die.

What's more, Li doesn't keep a diary every day, and sometimes writes every few days. Before he died, he had three days off without recording anything. In those three days, he should have determined his future fate.

From Li Ze's diary, it can be seen that Li Ze is a person with a strong sense of revenge. Moreover, revenge is unscrupulous. After he was sure that he would die, he would definitely not be reconciled, and he must have left some clues to guide others to avenge him!

When I thought of this, my brows couldn't help but move slightly: Li still wanted to take revenge on Zhang Wentao.

Li was sure that after he died, the diary would be discovered. Regardless of whether the person who found his body was a police officer or a warlock, the cause of his death would also reach Zhang Wentao's ears, and he was going to lead Zhang Wentao to fight the hanged ghost?

I took off the iron peach pit on my wrist and played with it slowly in my hand, and my head was also spinning rapidly: if Li Ze wanted to take revenge, he had to let Zhang Wentao meet the hanged ghost, and he must have left a clue to find the hanged ghost temple.

But his diary did not record the specific location of the Hanged Ghost Temple, where is the clue?

As I thought about it, Chen Shaoyuan said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Shi, ghost...... The ghost came in......"

When I turned my head to look at the window, there was one less of the four ghosts outside the window, but the remaining three female ghosts were looking at me and Chen Shaoyuan and sneering sadly, and one of the female ghosts was still rolling her eyes, as if she was looking at the top of my head.

The moment I subconsciously wanted to look up, I took my eyes back and looked at a female ghost outside the window, who was still grinning and sneering, put away her smile in an instant, and her body also took two steps back, looking at me with horror in her eyes and not moving.

Chen Shaoyuan, who was beside me, said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Shi, didn't Li Ze write in his diary? In the days before he died, several female ghosts were looking at the top of his head. Isn't it ...... on top of our heads? Is there something?"

I said lightly: "Lao Chen, do you think Li Zelian's ban on refining ghosts will trap him?"

"What do you mean?" Chen Shaoyuan didn't seem to understand what I was saying.

I continued: "Li Ze's courtyard can welcome ghosts into the door, but ghosts can't get out after they come in. In this way, he can slowly concoct ghosts and finally make them use for himself. You say, would Li Ze have thought that one day he would die in this courtyard, and his ghost would not be able to get out. ”

"Where do I know wow!" Chen Shaoyuan was so anxious that he was about to cry: "Uncle Wow! Don't play, there is one less ghost over there, let's quickly find a way to go!"

I shook my head and said, "I'm not ......."

Before I could finish my sentence, the corpse hanging in the air suddenly shook twice.

After I entered the door, although I was reading the diary, I didn't take care of the corpse hanging on the beam of the room, the corpse shook, and the shadow of the corpse appeared on the ground, and a pair of foot shadows clearly moved back and forth on the ground several times, and it looked like someone was walking in the direction of the two of us in the air.

"Uncle Shi, the dead man has moved!" Chen Shaoyuan just screamed, and the corpse hanging on the room fell to the ground with a thud, and the dust on the ground rolled up under the slap of the corpse, turning the whole room into a miasma.

Chen Shaoyuan covered his eyes and stepped back, and I quietly stretched out my hand to the hilt of the knife.