Chapter 171: The Art of Scary

It was only at this time that fear was born in his heart.

People are like this, once a certain emotion is born in the heart, then whatever the eyes look at, they will feel abnormal.

At this time, He Yuncai was like this, Xiaoli, who had thought about acting very well when he drove it before, also reminded him of what the other party had said at this time.

"Little boy? Foot? ”

"Did she mean that she saw a little boy with no legs?"

"And the dark shadow I saw earlier, is it the little boy?"

There was a cold on his back, as if the cold wind that had blown in before was still raging inside.

"It's indispensable, there are absolutely no ghosts in this world."

He shook his head as if to comfort himself, but his eyes couldn't help but look out the window.

"It's fine."

The outside environment was still the same, and there was no terrible scene, and then he turned his head to look at the back of the car, where there was nothing abnormal except for Xiaoli, who was still blue.

"Whew."

He exhaled heavily, and then his face changed dramatically.

"Xiaoli, why did she appear in the back seat?"

He was able to turn his head to the passenger seat, which was empty, and Xiaoli, who was still sitting here just now, appeared behind him inexplicably.

"You...... You ......"

He turned his head mechanically, staring at Xiaoli without blinking, stammering and trying to ask something, but his tongue was so stiff that he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

At this time, Xiaoli's spirit was already on the verge of slackening, and she was in a daze for what happened to her, she didn't know anything, and it was impossible to react to He Yuncai's abnormality.

Swallowing his saliva fiercely, He Yuncai forcibly got out of the car and escaped, and began to tremble and take out his mobile phone, ready to call someone to come and pick him up.

But before the screen of his phone could be lit up, he saw a flickering black shadow from the reflection above.

"Who?"

He looked up suddenly, and all he saw was a white, smooth tarpaulin and a glow-in-the-dark light embedded in it.

"No?"

He breathed a sigh of relief, felt a slimy texture on his back, and a layer of fine sweat appeared, lowered his head again, opened his phone, found a 7 familiar number and dialed it.

"Hey, Xiao Wang, you drive over and pick me up, I'm ......"

The phone was connected, and he couldn't wait to say his address, but after he finished speaking, after waiting for a long time, the other party did not reply.

"Hello?"

For some reason, he was a little nervous at this time, and even his breathing slowed down a lot unconsciously, and he could even hear his heartbeat much faster than usual.

"You...... Okay, the number you're calling...... Not in the service area, please die...... ...... Giggle......"

In the next moment, a gloomy voice sounded in the silent mobile phone.

"Ahh

He Yuncai flicked his wrist and threw the phone aside, looking as if he was not holding a mobile phone, but a poisonous snake.

After the phone was thrown out, it fell into the co-pilot's corner, and it still didn't hang up, I don't know if it touched the screen in the process of falling, or if the things in the phone were doing tricks, and the hands-free was turned on.

However, the voice in the mobile phone seems to be the first time to talk to people in this way, and it seems extremely happy, and even can't help but sing a children's rhyme:

"Car, Dididi, Malan blossom twenty-one, two-one-six, two-one-seven, two-eight-two-nine-thirty-one, three-one-six, three-one-seven......"

The crisp and immature children's voices echo in this silent carriage, and if you change the environment, anyone who hears such a sound will feel happy physically and mentally.

But at this moment, He Yuncai's heart has no other thoughts except fear.

Leaning on the seat behind him, his mind has been in a state of disorder, and he was awakened by his previous screams, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he heard this nursery rhyme in his ears, and suddenly, his pretty face, which was only a trace of blood, suddenly turned pale, and rolled his eyes, completely fainted.

He Yuncai tried his best to move his fat body away from the mobile phone, but the space in the driver's seat was limited, and no matter how hard he tried, his body remained in the original position.

It's not that he doesn't want to open the car door and escape, but at this moment, except for his shoulders and torso can shake slightly, his hands, feet and limbs are trembling terribly.

The song continued, and there was no intention of stopping at all, but He Yuncai felt that this voice seemed to be closer to him.

"Don't come, don't come......"

He Yuncai was like a demon, writhing his body wildly, he felt a pair of hands of staff on his shoulders, and the cold touch could only be felt through thick clothes.

He didn't dare look back, but a strong curiosity dominated his neck and turned to his left.

Gradually, a large, charcoal-blackened hand came into his eyes, and even through the cracks, a trace of bright red liquid flowed out and seeped into his clothes.

He Yuncai's heart seemed to be clenched to death, and a feeling of suffocation arose, and the surging urine could no longer suppress the eruption......

When Chen Wenhui and the two ghosts came back, Jiang Wei had been waiting in the car for nearly half an hour, and for him, even if the matter was urgent, he would not urge the Yin Spirits sent out.

Because he is a soul master, unlike the soul refiner who forcibly drives the yin spirit, he pursues fair treatment.

In his opinion, each of the Yin Spirits under his command is an individual, and naturally has its own style of acting, and if he imposes interference, the nature will naturally change over time.

This is also the reason why Chen Wenhui can follow him with all his heart, and he feels very relieved to stay by his ghost's side, don't worry, he will backfire at any time.

Moreover, he also found that Chen Wenhui is not at all comparable to the simple and crude double-faced kui in terms of scaryness, and there is a growing trend towards art.

This time, he was very relieved that he didn't rely on special abilities to complete the task.

"You still have to learn from Chen Wenhui."

Looking at the double-faced Kui who was sitting in the back seat without moving, Jiang Wei reminded with a smile.

It was Su Yiyi who woke up this time, compared to her husband Fan Pengwei's fiery temperament, he has always been very gentle and reserved.

"Hmm."

With a light hum, Su Yiyi was not in the mood to laugh with Jiang Wei, she had always remembered her relatives in her heart, which was also his biggest obsession.

"You don't have to be in a hurry, since the culprit who killed you is no longer alive, I think your family must be safe now, and when the company's affairs are finished during this time, I will take you home to have a look."

Jiang Wei naturally knew what the other party was thinking, but he had no choice, since he met the other party, what happened to him had never stopped, and the other party's home was not in the city, so he could only wronged the other party for a while.

Seeing Su Yiyi's expression, Jiang Wei sighed lightly, didn't say anything more, started the car, and drove to the location of the next target.