In desperation, I poured all my strength into the light and threw myself into the ripples of light. I will use my broken body to help my son resist the abominable onslaught of demons.

Huh, what's going on? Why can't I move? No way! Now I can see, I can scream, but why can't I move? Damn! Move, move! I roared, I struggled......

I did my best, but alas, I just couldn't pounce! Son, son, you have to hold on! In desperation, I had to pray anxiously in my heart.

What the hell is going on here? Why is there so many frenzied attacks from so many revenants all of a sudden? Could it be that this has something to do with me? I still remember that when I was in the hospital, I was besieged by evil spirits. However, the demons at that time had never attacked anyone except me! This time, why didn't the souls attack me, but attacked my son? At this moment, I actually felt the cuteness of the evil spirits in the hospital. After all, no matter how evil those demons were, they wouldn't do any harm to their son. Oh, by the way, it didn't seem to be a question of whether the demons could cause harm to their sons, but whether the demons could escape from their son's outburst. To this day, I still remember the brilliance clearly...... It's devastating! If you don't run fast, then it is estimated that the evil spirits in the hospital will be wiped out. "Guanghua"? "Ripples of light"? Will......? If that's the case, then I guess my son will be fine, right?

Thinking about it, I remembered that when the makeshift hearse was about to leave, my daughter once asked the driver, "Do you want to throw some yellow paper along the way?" ”

"Don't, don't, we send people home, we don't throw them away!" The driver replied with some impatience.

"But don't I often see people do that?" The daughter continued to ask, a little puzzled.

"We're starting from the hospital. If it's from your house, then you'll need to throw yellow paper. ”

The daughter listened to the man's explanation, and after saying "oh", she didn't continue to ask. However, I knew that the driver was completely fooling. What is needed from home, that's absolutely bullshit. Because, I know, according to customs and traditions, as long as the deceased goes on the road, then yellow paper must be thrown all the way. conAd1(); Otherwise, the locals would not have insisted on throwing yellow paper when they returned from the crematorium. Because, in the minds of the locals, the ashes still carry the soul of the deceased. Of course, I knew I wasn't really dead, so I didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

Could it be that it was because he didn't throw yellow paper that he was attacked by the ghosts? Probably, most likely that's it! At that time, I didn't even bother to think about whether I was really dead. The so-called "rushing to the doctor when you are sick", that kind of critical moment, as long as there is the slightest possibility, will be suspected by me.

That damn driver, for his own convenience, actually dared to talk nonsense and deceive others. If my son has anything to do with him because of the attack of ten thousand ghosts, then I will definitely not let him go. Even if you turn into a ghost, you will never let this bastard go!

(At the moment, my father couldn't see anyone else, and if he did, he would have noticed that the driver, who was preoccupied with speeding through the car, shivered for no apparent reason as he cursed himself.)

"Damn, weird! Why is there a cold wind blowing all of a sudden? The driver was puzzled, and at the same time took the moment to glance at the man sitting next to him. Well, they're so good! It felt like I had been touched by a ghost. Even now, I can still feel a hint of the spirit. Damn, wouldn't it be that the old man in the back didn't like me, so he touched me, right? The poor driver was immediately frightened and got goosebumps all over his body.

"This, this is fucking horrible!" The poor driver, frightened, immediately couldn't help but increase the throttle. Instinctively, the driver just wants to speed to his destination and then stay out of the way.

"Send the 'dead' every day, how can you not 'hit the ghost'?" The driver sighed all the way, "Isn't it time for me to change jobs?" Although this thing has a high income, dealing with 'dead people' all day long is bad luck after all. ”

Ever since he was cursed by his father, the driver has been restless all the way. Fortunately, there were few pedestrians at night, so there were no traffic accidents. Otherwise, my father would not have to regret "death" for his "swearing"! Of course, my father didn't know that his complaint had been so powerful. ）

There's really nothing you can do about it! At this moment, I can only hope that the magical "ripples of light" will successfully withstand the crazy attacks of all the drowned ghosts. conAd2(); This feeling of watching one's loved ones suffer is really tormenting. At that time, I was like an ant on a hot pot, and I was in a hurry. Of course, that requires me to have the ability to "go around". In fact, if I had the ability, I would have rushed to my son's side to block all the attacks of the drowned ghosts for him. At that moment, I just had to be in a hurry!

Suddenly, I remembered the scene when I was in the hospital. According to his son, it was because he felt the cold ghost aura that he lifted his spirits. It is precisely because his son has lifted his spirits that the bright brilliance that makes all ghosts melt will appear. The power of that brilliant brilliance was so great that even the demon leader could only flee with his tail between his tails. It is estimated that no kind of powerful ghost can thwart its (brilliant brilliance) edge. If the son breaks out again, then no matter how many drowned ghosts there are, they can only choose to flee in disgrace.

"Brilliant light! That's right, it's brilliant! Thinking of this, I was like a drowning man suddenly grasping the last straw, and I immediately became extremely excited, "I must find a way to lift my son's spirits again!" "At this moment, I have made up my mind.

Strange! There are more ghosts this time, and they directly launched a charging attack on their son, so it stands to reason that his son should be able to feel a more cold ghost! However, why did his son not react at all for so long? I was puzzled. I knew that if I wanted to cheer my son up, I had to find the real reason for it.

Well, could it be because of that phone call from the second sister? The second sister is also one of the son's closest relatives, and just now under the persuasion of the second sister, the sadness in the son's heart was really released. In fact, such a release is not a good thing. However, now, the son has lost his keen perception of the outside world because of his deep grief. Otherwise, with his son's powerful yang energy field, these drowned ghosts would not dare to attack!

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