He also told me not to show it to Yan Laojiu, saying that Yan Laojiu had coveted this treasure for a long time, and if he knew that it was given to me, Yan Laojiu would definitely trouble him.

I nodded in agreement and hid the peace charm close to me.

Xin said that this fat man is not bad, at least stronger than Yan Laojiu.

Although this fat man is not obvious, he is Yan Laojiu's senior brother after all, and judging from Yan Laojiu's previous words, this fat man's ability must be quite big, and the things in his hands are naturally more powerful.

With this peace charm, I also have confidence in my heart.

When I went back to the hotel, I said a few words to Ye Siming on the way, and he told me that he might have to recuperate wholeheartedly in the last few days, and that I could call him if I met someone who couldn't get out.

Maybe it's because I'm too tired these days, and I went to bed early not long after the night fell.

I don't know how long it took, but vaguely, I felt some itching on my face.

At first, I scratched it a few times and didn't pay attention to it, but then it got more and more itchy, and I always felt like something was sweeping over my face.

I tried to open my eyes to take a look, but I found that my eyelids looked like they were filled with lead, and they were very heavy, and my consciousness was a little blurry.

This feeling is especially like a ghost pressing bed, you obviously have a clear mind, but no matter how hard you try your body, you can't move.

After struggling for a long time, I simply stopped moving, meditating in my heart to the Bodhisattva of Nan Mu Di Zao, and then I found that it was a little useful, and my hands could move.

I wiped it on my face, as if something had slipped through my fingernails, it was soft, thin, long, like hair.

Hair?

I was thrilled because I suddenly realized that I was staying in a hotel, that I was the only one in the room, and that my hair couldn't be so long.

This is clearly a woman's long hair!

But the question is, how can I have a woman's hair on my face on this big night?

The weirdest thing was that the hair was hanging down from above, and I was lying there.

In other words, there was a woman sitting on my bed, and she was looking straight at me with her head down, face to face.

Thinking of this, I instantly lost my sleepiness,

But the problem is, no matter how hard I try, my eyelids just can't open.

Except for the hand, which can barely move, all other parts are so weak that I can't lift any strength, and I can't even open my mouth to scream.

At the beginning, the ghost press I mentioned was actually psychological, probably because the brain and body did not keep up when they were awake, causing the head to issue instructions and feel that they were working very hard.

But now I'm afraid I'm really in the ghost press.

Otherwise, this situation would not have happened, but the question is, why don't I feel it at all, is it because when I encounter the envoy of the underworld, the unjust soul who was found to replace the dead ghost can't follow me?

I can't think of who the long-haired ghost is, and I can't think of what the hell is going on, so it stands to reason that I shouldn't have encountered it.

Could it be that as Maitreya said, my Yintang is black, my physique is more yin, and I am being exposed to yin and evil qi into my body, so it is easy to recruit some unclean things now?

If I do encounter something dirty, I can still use paper cuts to deal with it, but now my whole body is like I am tied up with rope, and I can't do anything at all, and I can't make a sound.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt a chill on my face.

It was as if something was blowing on my face, and one cold breath after another came to my face, causing goosebumps to begin to bubble up.

You don't have to look at me to know that the female ghost is blowing at me face to face.