Huang Chengcheng and I looked at each other again, our expressions both puzzled and scared. Azan Basong walked into the inner room with the rooster writhing back and forth, squatted in front of the red cloth, pinched the two wings of the rooster with one hand, supported the rooster's chin with the other hand, held the rooster's mouth tightly, stood up the chicken's body, stretched the chicken's neck, held it in front of him, and then bit the chicken neck hard.

This scared me and Huang Chengcheng a lot, he originally took out a cigarette from his pocket, probably to relieve his emotions, just took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, seeing this scene was so frightened that the cigarette fell off, and his lips trembled. I was so frightened that I couldn't speak, and the was bitten and clucked, and it fluttered and writhed around endlessly.

Azambasong apparently did this a lot, he always held the head and wings firmly in his hands, no matter how much he writhed, the blood ran down the corners of his mouth, and then Azambasong raised the rooster flat, and let the blood of the chicken in his neck drench the black thing from head to toe. I thought he would drain all the blood of the, which would take a few minutes, but Azambasong only drenched for a few seconds before he got up again, walked out of the room, and threw the that was still twisting into the garbage basket.

I felt my lips dry, swallowed several times, and stared at the pig cage with my eyes subconsciously as if something was going to happen. Afraid of something, Azanbasong turned around and walked to the pig cage, opened the cage lid on the top, took a little piglet out with one hand, and then buckled the cage lid and walked into the inner room. I looked at Huang Chengcheng, his hands were shaking so badly, like he had severe malaria and was swinging.

Azambasong crouched again in front of the red cloth, let the screaming piglet lie on his back in the crook of his arm, and then held the pig's two front legs firmly with one hand, and the other hand also held the two hind legs, and the piglet was facing the belly to the sky. Azambasong lifted the piglet, brought its belly close to its mouth and bit it. The piglet screamed in pain, and blood splattered out, and Azambasong's face was covered with pig's blood. I closed my eyes and didn't dare to look, Huang Chengcheng covered his stomach with his hands, his cheeks bulged out, and he seemed to vomit.

"Go outside and throw up!" Kaohsiung said quickly. Huang Chengcheng walked out of the house as if he had run away, and heard the sound of vomiting outside. I couldn't stand it anymore, my stomach churned for a while, and I ran out of the house, passed by Huang Chengcheng, and came to the rooftop to breathe. After two minutes, I guess the worship ceremony on Azangpasong's side was over, and then I turned back. Huang Chengcheng squatted on the ground, panting heavily, trembling all over, as if he would faint at any moment.

When I entered the house, I saw that the big garbage basket was still ringing, and the screams of piglets could be heard. I walked around the garbage basket and pretended to be bold enough to go back to my place, and my heart was devastated. What kind of worship is this, even if you have to use live animals, why do you have to bite with your mouth?

Kaohsiung asked me, "What is Huang Chengcheng doing?" I said that he was squatting outside, and I was afraid that he would not be able to get up for a while. Kaohsiung asked me to get him in quickly, and Azan Basong can now untie his head. I came outside the house and patted Huang Chengcheng on the shoulder, he shook his head and said, "No, no, Boss Tian, you let me rest again." ”

"I'm going to give you a head off soon, and you can rest when you get home!" I replied.

Huang Chengcheng was almost begging: "Boss Tian, I really can't tie it anymore, can I come back tomorrow? I just want to vomit now!" I didn't want to persuade him anymore, so I grabbed his arm and dragged it hard. Huang Chengcheng's feet were soft like driving clouds, and after entering the house, Kaohsiung had a smile on his face, let Huang Chengcheng sit on the plastic chair, and nodded to Azan Basong.

Azan Basong walked up to Huang Chengcheng, looked at his eyelids, took out a sharp knife, cut the belly of the index finger of his left hand, wrote a few zigzag symbols on Huang Chengcheng's forehead with blood, and then put his right palm on Huang Chengcheng's back heart, and began to chant mantras. A few minutes later, Huang Chengcheng trembled, opened his mouth to make irregular sounds, and his movements were very weird. Azampa Song took out the thing wrapped in red cloth from the inner room again, opened the red cloth with one hand, let the blood from the belly of the index finger of his left hand smear on the black thing inside, and then stroked Huang Chengcheng's forehead with the palm of his hand, and continued to chant the mantra.

This time Huang Chengcheng changed again, he hung his head, gasped for breath, and exhaled for a long time, I was really afraid that he would confess without taking a breath. Azan Ba Song stopped after reading for a few minutes, withdrew his left hand, gently stroked the black thing in the red cloth bag in his arms, lowered his head as if listening to something, and then touched the top of Huang Chengcheng's head again, repeating it twice, Huang Chengcheng hung his head and did not move, as if he was dead, and Azan Basong also turned around and entered the house.

Kaohsiung motioned for me to sit next to him for a while, and he continued to smoke. I asked in a low voice, "Huang Chengcheng won't die, will he?"

"You can figure it out!" Kaohsiung gave me a blank look, "Are we here to untie his head, or are we here to kill him for money?" I smiled and said that I just asked casually, and then asked what the process of unlowering his head just now meant, and what was the red cloth wrapped in.

Kaohsiung said: "Hongbri is a little ghost, this little ghost enshrined by Azan Basong is very powerful, he is quite domineering, he can tell Azan Basong, what is in the customer, who has offended, and what method to use to solve it." "I thought to myself, is there such an evil sect, why didn't I see the little ghost talking.

Probably seeing my doubts, Kaohsiung said, "Do you know what it means to have a psychic mind?" I replied that I didn't know, it sounded like some kind of psychic ability.

Kaohsiung nodded: "That's right, in addition to ghosts and gods, those who have a high level of cultivation also have this ability, such as extremely powerful mages, but there have been no such mages in the last one or two hundred years, and only this kind of demigod and half-human mages have appeared in ancient times." A few years ago, qigong fever was very popular in the mainland, and those so-called qigong masters all claimed to have his heart, but in fact they were all liars. "I immediately remembered that in the 80s, there was a qigong master named Yan Xin, who said that he could revive dead trees, delay the impending rainstorm for dozens of minutes, and remotely extinguish the fire in Daxinganling, thousands of kilometers away. At that time, many Chinese were convinced, and my father was the same, although he had never practiced qigong, he never doubted it. Later, the qigong fever was hit, and Master Yan also went to the United States.

"He knows what you're thinking," Kaohsiung explains, "and he can control your soul, not just people, but also animals and even plants, and can express the wishes of ghosts and gods in their own ways through other creatures." For example, if the Yin Spirit in Thailand is attached to the Chinese, this person speaks Chinese when he is evil, but the Yin Spirit is in control, and the content of the speech is also what the Yin Spirit wants to speak. Those witches and gods who can make gods and ghosts have this ability, and there are also disciples in your northeast who can make the immortals go up. Of course, I am referring to real wizards, not liars. ”