When I was looking at it, the dark red paper figure in my hand burst into flames, as if there was a force in the dark that didn't want me to see it.

Not only the little paper figure in my hand, but also the paper girl with my name written on it when I put it back also burned weirdly.

I let go of my hand when it was burned by the flames, and at that moment I still saw that the back of the little red paper was also written with three words in black and red cinnabar ink, which was very dazzling under the flames.

"Ye Siming!"

I muttered.

At that time, I was in a trance, and all this strange movement in the room seemed to be to prevent me from peeking at the name, and after I finished speaking, I knew that it could not be stopped.

On the contrary, the noise in the room and the howling wind actually stopped, and the two candles lit on the shrine seemed to be unable to withstand a dark force, and the moment I finished saying the name, they were extinguished at the same time.

The whole huge hall suddenly fell silent, like a ghost castle.

In the darkness, I felt a pair of cold eyes next to me, and a pair of eyes were watching me as I finished speaking.

If it was really next to me, I could have guessed where those eyes came from.

It's the black-faced statue that was put back in its place.

It's alive!?

I stiffened my head to look at the source of the death gaze that gave me a death gaze, and I saw only that two scarlet dots in the darkness of the shrine were slowly receding and dissolving into nothingness.

It was a pair of scarlet eyes, slowly closing and disappearing into the darkness.

It's like a gaze from the depths of hell, even if it's just a look, the terrifying chill directly solidifies the blood.

It made me feel like I'm in hell in an instant.

I suddenly understood that the second mother-in-law Qiao said that this enshrined thing was a lord who was more terrible than the king of Hades, and I suddenly realized why the crazy old man was so afraid after saying it that day.

I went down in the dark, put the stairs aside, and when I entered the house, I stretched out my hand in front of me and was very scared.

I was afraid that I would accidentally touch something, but I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until I entered my room and closed the door.

After lying in bed for a long time, I finally felt that my blood was less stiff and warmer, and then I took out my phone and looked up some information on the Internet about the worship of the spirits.

I found a lot, but although I didn't find out what my grandmother worshipped, it feels similar to the Buddha card of raising a little ghost on the Internet, as well as the ritual of raising Kuman Tong and some evil gods in Thailand.

Without exception, all the things that my grandmother worshiped were some evil demons, and they were not Buddhas and Bodhisattvas at all.

And it is not only enough to worship and raise these things, but sometimes it is also necessary to make sacrifices, including the blood of the host itself.

Through one's own blood, there is a connection with these evil things that are worshipped, so that they can be driven to achieve their own goals, but if one day they violate the law or raise it to the point that they can't control it, many of them will turn against the host.

I didn't continue to look up the information, even if I saw the pictures and weird and terrifying rituals on the Internet in the middle of the night, I couldn't stand it now.

A week ago, when I was still studying, I would have ignored all of this, but now it's different.

Thinking about it, I put my phone aside and lay on the bed to sort out my thoughts seriously, and I want to think seriously about what all this is going on.