The time gradually reached late at night, and the second floor of the Song family sounded a murmured chanting sound as usual.

As always, Song Wencheng, Lin Yuqin and Song Chenqing all fell asleep and fell into a beautiful dream in the soft sound of the scriptures.

At the same time, in a private house in a remote village far from the city of Asan, a light bulb of about 60 watts illuminates a room of less than 30 square meters.

There is not much furnishings in this room, and it can even be said to be a little empty; There were no beds, no wardrobes, not even chairs and stools, just a simple square wooden table with paint peeled off and placed under the window.

Maybe it's because there is too much dust accumulated on the lamp, the light looks a little dim, and the voltage is a little unstable, and from time to time, the bulb will flicker.

A few moths attracted by the light flew around the light bulb, which seemed to make the already dim light even more dim.

On the wooden table, there was an incense burner, a stick of incense stick, and a scarecrow stuffed with Li Qingshu's hair and the eight characters of his birthday, lying on his back behind the incense burner.

Wang Yiting stood in front of the wooden table, his eyes closed, his mouth was reading in small pieces, his voice was not loud or small, and it sounded like annoying mosquitoes and flies flying around people.

This voice sounded a little irritating, but what made Tang Jiwu care more was the solemn and strange atmosphere in this room.

He stood near the closed door, and the whole person seemed very uncomfortable, obviously feeling that the room was very empty, but there was always something that could not be seen or touched, dormant.

This may be an illusion, but it still makes his scalp numb, and he always feels a gust of cold wind blowing at the back of his neck, so that he neither dares to look back at the situation, nor does he dare to move his body, so he can only maintain a posture, motionless, feeling that his feet are numb, and he can only hold on.

The dull atmosphere in the room made him a little breathless, and he already regretted it in his heart, after all, the other party had already said that he didn't have to follow, but he was curious about this kind of thing, and he was actually still a little suspicious of Wang Yiting in his heart, so he insisted on coming along.

As a result, when he got here, he found that things were really similar to what he expected, and even after experiencing it himself, he felt even more creepy.

He looked at Wang Yiting's back, and wanted to ask when it would start several times, but he was afraid that if he disturbed the other party's spell casting, would there be any backlash or something like that, so he could only endure it and wait patiently.

As for what Tang Jiwu will react to and feel behind him, Wang Yiting is not clear, but it is also clear, after all, this is the atmosphere he deliberately created, how ordinary people will be, and they know it with their knees.

In fact, if he wants to be more scary, he can actually leak a trace of ghost energy directly, and the scene will be even more scary at that time.

However, there is no need for him to do this, after all, Tang Jiwu is just a chess piece that he grabbed by chance, if he is frightened, then how can he fall?

Of course, apart from the fact that the whole process of reciting the mantra is pretended, it is true that the mantra can only be cast at a fixed hour.

What he ordered was naturally not the head-lowering technique - this kind of witchcraft that spread in Southeast Asia and the southern part of the country was not something that could be done simply by making a scarecrow and stuffing some hair and birthdays, what he was doing now was just to spell Li Qingshu, but it just happened to be a scarecrow, so he borrowed this reason.

After all, many people have seen the head-lowering technique from the movie, as long as you say it, even if you don't fully understand it, you can probably understand what the consequences are.

But unfortunately, the spell he cast was not as advanced as the head-lowering technique, it was just a simple spell.

He used to only concentrate on raising ghosts, and almost half of his energy was used to cultivate powerful ghosts, and he only found time to learn a few more practical small Taoist techniques, and this curse was one of them, and it was also the only curse he knew.

Its power is naturally not very strong, at most, when the spell is cast, it makes people have an unbearable headache, like a needle prick, and will not produce fatal damage.

As long as you are under this spell, even if you don't cast the spell anymore, you will feel a faint headache when you are under the curse, but it is not as painful as when you cast the spell directly, and this feeling will not disappear unless the curse is lifted.

What Wang Yiting has to do now is to make Li Qingshu have a headache and can't sleep every night.

You must know that if people don't rest well, their spirits will be tired, and after a long time, they will also die.

Of course, this kind of thing, Wang Yiting naturally won't say it, just simply say that Li Qingshu, who has been cursed, will feel a headache, can't sleep, etc., and the other party obviously didn't think deeply about how painful it would be to not be able to sleep, after all, it is difficult for people who have not lost sleep to understand this kind of pain that they want to sleep but can't sleep.

Not to mention, Li Qingshu will also feel a headache like a pinprick stick, and the degree is even more serious.

The clock finally pointed to the early hours of the morning in Wang Yiting's pretense, and the annoying murmuring suddenly stopped, instantly making Tang Jiwu feel that the whole world was quiet, and it seemed that even the atmosphere had become a little more relaxed, and he couldn't help but take a long breath, and found that his scalp was no longer numb, and there was no cool breeze in his neck, so he relaxed and began to move his hands and feet.

"Quiet!"

Tang Jiwu didn't actually make any movement, but Wang Yiting still let out a deep sigh.

This shout also made Tang Jiwu stop his movements, and he could only continue to endure the numbness in his legs and feet, and stood in place, motionless.

The room was quiet for a moment, only to see Wang Yiting solemnly stretch out his hand, pick up the scarecrow behind the incense burner, and then pull out a needle out of nowhere, and without stopping, he directly stabbed the scarecrow into the head viciously.

Tang Jiwu stood on the side, and he could only see this Wang Daoist holding a needle, piercing the scarecrow in his hand one by one, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, is this really useful? If it weren't for seeing that this Wang Dao Chang was able to bring the paper man back to life during the day, just based on Wang Yiting's current appearance, Tang Jiwu would directly believe that the other party was a madman and had a nervous disorder.

And in fact, this one certainly works!

As mentioned earlier, although many steps are not needed; Like this altar, as well as the so-called mantra that I didn't know I recited before, they were all made for Tang Jiwu to see, and the effect of this needle sticking the straw man was really effective.

Just when Wang Yiting pricked the first needle in front of the scarecrow, Li Qingshu, who was sleeping on the bed, was awakened by a sudden headache.

The girl was in good shape, perhaps because it was hot, she slept in no pajamas, only underwear, and when she woke up with a headache, she covered her head and sat up from the bed.

"What's going on? Suddenly I have a headache! She frowned and muttered to herself, only to feel that her head was like a storm, and it hurt for a while, and she couldn't tell where it hurt, anyway, it was a headache.

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