"Trap" Boro looked at the wooden board in Zhao Dabao's hand, there were some tiny sharp gravel on it, and some blood stains were mixed in the dust and it was difficult to distinguish their original color.

"Say it! They don't believe it yet. Zhao Dabao was excited: "I want to take out the blood stains on this wooden board and show them it." Whoever said there were no spirits in the realm, I had to taunt them. ”

"You wait," Boro shouted to him, "even if you tell people, they won't believe you, so why don't you wait until everything is clear." ”

"Well, you have a point. Zhao Dabao nodded approvingly, "But this little ghost has already slipped away, and I don't know when it will appear next time." ”

"Don't wait that long. Boro looked at the mottled blood on the ground, though the drops were inconspicuous in the gray ground.

"You can make it appear now"

Boro followed the trail of blood to a halt under the bed, and the scrawny black figure hiding underneath trembled, terrified that he didn't know what punishment he would face if he was caught.

"Is there anything you can do?" Zhao Dabao didn't understand the significance of Boro's doing these things at this time.

"I have my own way of getting him out, but we need to leave for a while before we do. ”

Seeing that the dangerous shoes began to move away from him, the dark shadow's nervous heart relaxed a little.

"If you go out, you can find the imp"

"Yes. Boro smiled and replied, "Maybe the imp is already in the yard by this time." ”

"In the yard. Zhao Dabao immediately ran out, and Boro looked at the dark bed, where the blood stains had disappeared.

As Boro closed the door, the room, which had been relatively bright, was instantly plunged into darkness again. The conversation between the two could still be faintly heard in the courtyard outside.

The dark shadow under the bed slowly crawled out from under the bed, his body covered in dust, and a pair of bright eyes looked around nervously.

The stinging pain from the soles of his feet made him afraid to walk too fast, but he was too hungry. I stole a piece of bread just now, but I didn't eat it at all. He crept up to the edge of the door, and even if he was upright, it was difficult to look through the opening in the door. He closed one eye and peered through the crack in the door

"Master Exorcist, you said that the little ghost is in the yard, why didn't I see the little ghost" Zhao Dabao searched around the courtyard, but never found the so-called little ghost.

Not to mention ghosts, not even a fly can be seen.

Boro turned his head to look at the door, and the dark shadow saw Boro's eyes and immediately took two steps back, and the sharp pain from the soles of his feet made him sit directly on the ground.

"There's movement!" Zhao Dabao looked into the house suddenly, and just as he was about to rush into the house, Boro stopped him, "You are waiting here." ”

"How can this be done, I have to see this little ghost with my own eyes. ”

"If you want to be killed by the ghost, I won't stop you, I'm just here to find the ghost, and I'm not responsible for protecting your life. ”

In the face of Boro's intimidation, Zhao Dabao obviously began to be afraid, he shrunk his neck, "I'm your employer, if I die, you won't get a dime!"

"You can give it a try," Boro stopped talking nonsense to him, took off the sword behind his back and began to walk towards the house.

Zhao Dabao stayed in place and watched, he couldn't wait to kill this little ghost with his own hands. But he didn't dare to act because he was afraid of death.

Boro pushed open the door, and there was no longer the dark shadow from before. Turning around, he shouted to Zhao Dabao in the courtyard, "You just wait here!

Then the door was shut, and the shadow retracted under the bed again.

"Come out, I know you're here. Boro picked up a piece of bread from the plate behind him, broke it in half, and stretched it under the bed, "No need to hide. ”

The dark shadow subconsciously wanted to reach for it, but remembered what the boss had said to him, never trust others, especially those who seemed gentle.

Boro laughed, "If you don't come out again, I'll let that fierce old man in the courtyard in, and if you get caught by him, you won't be as lucky as you are now." ”

There was a slight sound from under the bed

It seemed that he could understand what I said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." ”

A boy covered in charcoal powder slipped out from under the bed, limping in front of Boro. A pair of poor big eyes stared at the person in front of him.

"Little child" Boro looked at him curiously, looking down at the bare feet he didn't dare to stand on the ground. "Why do you want to steal someone else's stuff"

The little black child opened his mouth but didn't make any sound, so he simply closed his mouth and began to gesture with his hand.

"What do you mean" Borro didn't understand "can you speak"

The black child lowered his arms and stood there like a log, leaning against the bed.

"Why do you want to steal from others?"

"Hey, did the exorcist find the imp?"

Boro stared at the boy in front of him, his eyes full of fear. I'm going to get back under the bed, "Not yet!"

The boy looked at Boro and gestured to the bread in his hand.

"You can't speak"

The boy nodded.

Boro handed the bread in his hand, and the boy stretched out a pair of dirty black hands to grab the white bread and began to devour it.

"Hey, Master Exorcist!"

"Ahh

Zhao Dabao was about to ask again, but out of nowhere, a group of people suddenly came out of nowhere and covered his head with a cloth bag and knocked him to the ground.

"Exorcist, help!"

Boro didn't know what was going on outside, so he immediately ran out, only to see a group of teenagers surrounding Zhao Dabao.

"What do you want to do!"

The boy followed Boro to the door, saw his companion outside, pushed Boro, and ran out on tiptoe.

"What's wrong with your feet, Seven?" an older boy noticed that there was something wrong with the black child's feet. Looking up at Boro standing inside the door in the distance, "He did it"

Qizai shook his head, as if urging them to leave.

"Okay, let's retreat first, and we'll come back when your foot injury is healed!" As he spoke, the young man picked up the black child and rushed out of the gate, and several people ran out in a crowd.

Boro came to Zhao Dabao's side and helped him up, taking off the cloth bag from his head.

"Ghosts, there are ghosts!" Zhao Dabao was nervous and a little incoherent.

"It's not a ghost, it's a human! Hurry up, aren't you looking for that little ghost? They ran out!" Boro ran out as he spoke, and saw the teenagers looking back in the distance.

"Hurry up, they're going to go far!" Boro urged Zhao Dabao behind him.

(End of chapter)