There are some things that you can't think about in detail, and thinking too much will only add to your troubles. I simply hid the usurper codex and began to concentrate on the secret art of the ghost eyes that my father had taught me.

The ghost eye is through the mystery, and the ghost eye is cultivated first. The ghost eye is also a kind of magic eye, although it can't be the level of looking at ghosts, but it is easy not to be confused by ghosts, at least, I will meet a confused ghost again, and I will not be as indecisive as last time.

After three days at home, I was thinking about how to take the rakshasa with me so that I could go out to take business, when suddenly there was a sharp knock on the door. I subconsciously shouted, "Who? ”

"Xiao Wu! It's me, Lao Du. Open the door! Lao Du's voice was a little hoarse, but I could still hear his movements.

When I opened the door, I was shocked. Lao Du, who had a scruffy beard and red eyes, had no blood on his face at all, and looked like he hadn't slept for a few days and nights, standing there shaking his body: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Lao Du walked in one step, grabbed the water cup on the table and poured it with his head up, and only after he finished drinking the water did he breathe a sigh of relief: "Something happened, Wanhua and I were entangled by ghosts!" ”

I couldn't help but say, "What's the matter, you tell me clearly, doesn't your sister-in-law know how to do spells?" ”

Lao Du pulled me and ran out until he dragged me into the car and said, "After you left, I have been complaining about Xiaohua, we ...... After we argued a few times, Xiaohua finally agreed to return the diary to me, but she also made a condition, that is, I had to listen to her ......"

When I heard this, I interrupted Lao Du: "What do you mean that you have to listen to her?" ”

Lao Du said: "Xiaohua is not indifferent to her sister's death...... In fact, she is also looking for the true cause of Wan Qiao's death, using your magic way. ”

I couldn't help frowning after hearing this: "You go on." ”

Lao Du continued: "Xiaohua took out the diary, and we also searched it little by little, and there were indeed very important clues in it. But ever since, we've always felt like we've been targeted by ghosts, all the time. ”

I interrupted Lao Du again: "You mean, you don't have a head-on encounter with the ghost, you just have a feeling?" ”

Lao Du nodded and said, "It's just a feeling." It's like someone is pointing a gun at you from a distance, you can feel the muzzle of a gun pointed at your head, but you can't see anyone. I can't describe the feeling, but it's hard to sleep. I haven't closed my eyes for a few days. ”

I said in a deep voice, "That's all? What did you see in your diary? ”

"Yes, that's all." Lao Du said in a trembling voice, "I can't remember what I saw." It's still the same as before, and after seeing it, I forgot about it all. ”

I nodded and said, "Hurry up, hurry up and go to the clinic." ”

Lao Du increased the throttle and rushed to Xie Wanhua's clinic non-stop. When I saw Xie Wanhua again, she had become haggard and no longer had the same look as before. When Xie Wanhua saw me, she was even a little embarrassed: "Wu ...... Mr. Wu...... Sorry ......"

I took out the incense and lit it, and hung the ghost money on the doors and windows before I said in a deep voice: "Don't talk first, you and Lao Du will rest first." ”

After the smoke of the incense filled the room, Lao Du and Xie Wanhua breathed a sigh of relief and quickly fell asleep. I stayed in the house until the evening, and the two of them woke up one after another. Although Lao Du's face was still tired, his spirit was already much better.

I looked at Xie Wanhua and said, "Dr. Xie, I want to ask you a question. Why do you have to take over Lao Du's business yourself? ”

Xie Wanhua hesitated for a moment before saying, "I always suspected that my sister died of a psychological murder. That is, the person who killed my sister was a master of psychology and extremely good at using hypnosis. ”

I looked at Xie Wanhua: "Go on." ”

Xie Wanhua continued: "My judgment is not without basis. I used to read my sister's diary, but after reading it, I don't remember the contents at all, and even ...... Even forcibly recalling the contents of the diary can cause a strong headache. ”

"I had a strong instinct that someone was using the contents of the diary to make psychological hints to me. However, I couldn't remember where the hint came from, so I had to send my diary to my teacher abroad. ”

Xie Wanhua paused for a moment and said, "My teacher wrote back to me soon after, saying that the diary does use an extremely superb psychological intervention technique that can make people forget what they have just seen, but he can't crack it and needs to stay and study it." ”

I looked at Xie Wanhua: "You let a foreigner crack the secret technique of Huaxia?" ”

Xie Wanhua bit her lip and said, "I think that the psychological intervention techniques are similar, just like Zhu Youshu'......"

"Nonsense!" I said in a deep voice, "Do you think that if you touch a little bit of Zhu Yuju's fur, you will be a warlock yourself?" I'm telling you, you're far from what you're capable of. Things in the art path are not as simple as you think, and if you are not careful, you will have to die without a place to be buried. What about diaries? ”

Xie Wanhua said: "Most of them are still in the hands of my teacher, and I only have a few pages in my hands. ”

"What did you say?" I was so angry with Xie Wanhua that I smoked, "You don't want to come back for such an important thing?" ”

Xie Wanhua said aggrievedly: "I didn't expect the teacher to have the mind to keep the diary for himself. I have begged him several times, and even made a special trip to England to fight a lawsuit with him. However, the judicial system over there ......"

I said coldly: "I don't want to hear this, I just ask you, can you get the diary back?" ”

Xie Wanhua said: "I can only get some back, and now I only have a few pages in my hand." ”

"Xiaohua, you are really ......" Lao Du was also furious, "Eight years have passed since the case, and the diary is the only clue, how can you ......"

"I'm also here to get justice for my sister!" Xie Wanhua probably became more and more aggrieved the more she thought about it, and she actually covered her face and cried: "I have also looked for domestic psychology authorities several times, but they can't crack the secret of the diary, what can I do?" ”

I took a deep breath and said, "Forget it, let's not mention this yet." You give me a few pages of your diary and I'll take a look. ”

Xie Wanhua took out a plastic bag from the safe: "All the diaries I have in hand are here." ”

When I took the diary, the first thing I saw was the beautiful handwriting on the paper. It seems that Xie Wanqiao has a very high level of education, and her usual life is also orderly, and her personality is even a little rigid - because her handwriting is extremely neat, and even the spacing between each word is about the same.

I flipped through the diary twice, but I didn't see anything unusual, so I read two lines backwards. When I put the diary away, I couldn't remember what was written in it.

I was desperately trying to recall the contents of my diary when my head suddenly "buzzed", and my eyes went blank, and a moment later, I felt a sharp pain in my head that seemed to burst.

I pressed my hands on the temples on either side of my head, and it took a while for the sharp pain to lessen slightly.

Xie Wanhua said softly: "Do you believe my words now?" I think there's a kind of psychological suggestion on that piece of paper, but I can't crack it. ”

I took a deep breath, picked up the journal again, stared at the paper with both eyes, and whispered, "Ghost eyes, break the miasma, open-"

The moment a bloody light flashed from my eyes, everything in front of me was covered with a blood-red color. At this moment, a mark in the shape of a human face suddenly appeared on the diary in my hand.

At first, there was only an oval outline on the paper, but before long, the man's facial features slowly stood out from the paper, and after only a few moments, a full human face appeared in front of my eyes.

I could clearly tell that it was a woman, but there was a twisted hideousness in her features, as if she wanted to break free from the shackles of the paper and pounce in front of me. I subconsciously stretched out my hand flat, and after pulling the diary away from myself, the grimace on the diary suddenly skyrocketed by half a foot, and two dry hands like chicken claws stretched out from under me, and grabbed me straight to the eyes.

The distance between me and the diary was at most an arm's length, and there was no other way to dodge the ghost's surprise attack than to let go. But I have a feeling that once I let go, it may be difficult to find the secrets in my diary.

In the nick of time, I raised my left hand and blocked it in front of my eyes. Just as my palm was about to cover all my vision, I suddenly saw that the ghost image in the diary was forcibly pulled by something and pulled back violently......

When I tried to put my palm down again, I couldn't stop the previous movements. In a split second, my palm swept past my eyes and then reverse, but the diary in my hand changed back to its original shape.

After a moment's thought, I put the diary on the table, held it tightly with my left hand, drew the dagger from my leg with my right hand, and slammed the tip of the knife down to the diary. Before my blade touched the edge of the diary, I heard Xie Wanhua shout, "What are you going to do?" Hurry up and stop......"

Xie Wanhua was not far from me, and besides, he was only a mortal, so it was impossible for him to see my movements fighting with the ghost, but he intuitively thought that I was going to destroy the diary, and reached out to stop my knife.

"Get out of the way!" I was holding a knife in my hand, and I didn't dare to block Xie Wanhua, but she grabbed my wrist: "What do you want to do?" This is my sister's relic......"

"If I don't go under the knife, I won't be able to crack the secret in the diary, let go of my hand!" As I screamed angrily, the diary, which I was pressing under the palm of my hand, suddenly jumped.

Not good!

I've affirmed that there is no so-called psychological suggestion on the diary, it is just a secret method in the art path, and the other party can prohibit others from viewing it, just as he can destroy the diary at a critical moment.