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Huang Jia is in her hands, to be exact, Huang Jia's face is in her hands.

The female ghost asked me to go to room 707, and I could only obey.

When I was on the road, Huang Jia, who was unwilling to be forcibly occupied, inevitably came out to struggle, I didn't do anything, and the woman didn't scratch Huang Jia's face again, it was like we had reached some kind of wordless agreement.

I walked with some uneasiness in my heart. This female ghost is a master, I have been mixed with sales for several years and have not encountered such a negotiator, she first occupied Huang Jia's body and then threatened to hurt Huang Jia, which made me in a passive position from the beginning.

Now it quietly occupies the dominant position again, which ......

How to hack it?

Room 707 is listed as the scene of the crime, and the door is sealed with a seal.

The female ghost turned a blind eye and stepped straight through the door, and she floated in with a ghost, I can't be so careless as an entity. I could only hold the mini mahogany sword and zoom in slightly, so that it could float into the room with me in the air.

Once inside, I landed and packed up my peachwood sword.

The female ghost looked at the opposite side and smiled: "Well, the aura of the ice blue silk and the middle and high-level onmyoji, as well as the charm of the Daomen." The two weapons you have on you look simple, but it's a lot of work. ”

I didn't make a sound, only raised my eyebrows slightly, and took the pendant.

The small wooden sword and the small dust whisk on his wrist struck lightly a few times, silently.

I only took out the mini mahogany sword to demonstrate and let her know that I wasn't that easy to mess with either. lest she harden her heart and be ruthless to Huang Jia. I just didn't expect her to be able to see through the dust whisk on me at a glance.

I know the ice blue silk she said, and I have also used the charm of the Daomen, which is a kind of charm that can be used for stable performance when studying various weapons, which is efficient but laborious. Song Li has always loved me generously, and it is normal for him to do this for me.

But what's going on with the aura of middle and high-level onmyoji?

Zhou Shiwei, that cold woman, is willing to inject her aura into my two weapons?

It's weird.

I secretly decided in my heart that the first thing I would do when Song Li came back was to ask him about my amnesia, so let's dig up the news of Zhou Da Yinmyoji by the way.

"It doesn't matter." I said calmly, my eyes glancing around. Many of the surrounding furniture were marked by the police, especially the hanging ceiling and the vertical floor. It's eye-catching to look at.

"Let's continue with the conversation we just left. What the hell are you asking me to kill? ”

I came to the window calmly, and the burden on me was much smaller than that of killing ghosts, after all, as a ghost collector, collecting ghosts and killing ghosts were just called different. In the past year, I have purified a lot of ghosts in the hands of Song Li, and there are also a few stubborn demons who have been wiped out under my hands. Completely disappeared from the world.

The female ghost picked a strand of hair. Rub it in your hand and rub it. Xiao Yingying: "Well, don't worry. I'm not asking you to kill any ordinary ghost. Would you like to sit down and listen to me tell a story? ”

The night was long. At a crime scene with a hanged female ghost, the female ghost is smiling earnestly and wants to tell you a story. How can such a weird thing be reassured?

I calmly said, "No need. It's nice for me to stand here. ”

The summer breeze blows, cools the body and heart, helps to keep the mind clear, and in case something happens, I occupy the position of the window and can be attacked, but I can escape.

How good it is, I don't want to sit next to her.

The female ghost was not reluctant: "Well, whatever you want." I'm going to get started. I've known this for a hundred years......"

The following is the female ghost's own statement:

I have lived for twenty-three years, and I have been dead for one hundred and twenty-three years, and the underworld says that I committed suicide and died with original sin, and that I would not be directly reincarnated and that I would be punished in an unknown layer of hell. I fled. It has been many years since he fled, and a ghost wandered in the Three Realms with nowhere to settle down, and there was nothing to worry about.

The days are too long and too boring.

I wonder if I should be punished in the underworld, and taste the pain of the fire, it will be more interesting than the boredom I am now. On the day of my twenty-three years on the run, I met a ghost who was also wandering and boring.

He was funny and competitive, and we hit it off during the conversation and decided that it would be better to get together as if we were all bored. In this way, another thirty years passed, and we wandered around together, almost everywhere the ghosts of the Three Realms could go. The days have been long, and it is not interesting for the two ghosts to get along face-to-face.

But we were so competitive, and neither of us would admit that there was no more joy or freshness between the two of us, so it dragged on for five years, until one day he jokingly showed me all kinds of ghosts.

I had an idea and said why don't we play a game?

As soon as he heard what I said, his eyes lit up like stars, and he immediately agreed.

So, the two of us started playing this game, this game that belonged only to the two of us. Thirty years passed, another thirty years, and the feeling of boredom came again.

This time it dragged on for ten years, and in another 4 hours it would be a full hundred years.

After the female ghost finished speaking, she seemed to sigh, and the fingers pinching her hair also stopped moving, and her eyes drifted away, as if she was reminiscing about the past.

I thought for a moment after listening to this, and then thought for a moment for fear of missing something before asking, "Excuse me, what's the point of your story?" "It sounds like a bloody plot of a man and a woman who fall in love and lose their passion, and then develop new fun everywhere.

It also makes sense to swap two ghosts for two humans.

The female ghost smiled again, and her fingers began to knead her hair nimbly: "Well, you don't want to ask me what game I played with him?" ”

To be honest, I don't want to.

I'm also a person from the past, and I know how low the emotional intelligence of a woman in love is, and how stupid things she will do in order to please each other.

But I still had to nod slightly and say, "You say." ”

The female ghost hooked her lips, and her eyes lit up a little: "Well, you know the punishment of sinful ghosts in hell, we don't want to go back and accept the punishment of outsiders but we are bored, so we decided to punish ourselves."

The first 12 hours of each day were designed and completed by him for self-punishment, and the last 12 hours were mine. ”

I don't know if it's my delusion, but when she said the word "it's mine", her expression had a fanatical look of a girl's love, it's mine, you're mine, you're mine, it's mine, it's mine.

It's love, but it's also possessiveness.

I wrinkled my eyebrows slightly, still puzzled: "Tell me, how do you operate your self-punishment?" ”

The female ghost glanced at me leisurely, and the corners of her mouth raised: "Well, I thought you knew, after all, you were the first person to see me like that tonight." ”

The first one tonight?

She's like that......

Immediately, I thought of her hanging from the ceiling, her white dress fluttering, her black hair hanging down, and her blood-red eyes seeping through people.

With a tremor in my heart, I blurted out, "Each of you repeats suicide once a day?" ”

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