The pigman screamed hysterically and rolled around, and it hurt all the way to the middle of the yard!

I looked out through the crack in the door, and saw his right knee bent forward at a hairy angle, and I was in a cold sweat when I saw this scene.

But the next moment, my guilt for hurting people was instantly shattered by the ecstasy of the success of the curse.

I actually learned what grandma is capable of!

That's what the spell is capable of!

Before he could be happy, the pigman suddenly turned over, dragged the crippled right leg and rushed over, and once again slammed into the door that was about to be shattered.

"I wanted you not to crash, but I can't blame you for this."

I sat down cross-legged, pinched the four-fingered Tarzan spell, and then held the ring finger of the spell with my left hand to represent the joint of the crotch.

"Click——!

This time it hurts me, let alone him!

A muffled sound outside the door was followed by the piercing screams of the pigman, and the large crotch of his left leg was directly dislocated and collapsed, hanging on the ground as soft as a hemp rope.

At the same time, I grabbed the joint on my thumb again, symbolizing his neck, and secretly resolved that if the pigman moved again, I would strangle him unconscious.

In fact, it's not enough for me to kill him directly, no matter how strange this person is, but if he dies in front of my house, I will definitely have to be handcuffed and eaten in prison until I am old.

Besides, I'm not a murderer.

I didn't dare to relax for a moment in a cold sweat, and my eyes stared at the pigman's every move through the crack in the door.

Thankfully, he gave up in the end.

The pig screamed in pain, and his thin arms struggled to pull on the ground, dragging his two waste legs out of the yard and turning eastward.

I finally collapsed to the ground with a sigh of relief, soaked in cold sweat.

I shook my hand and gasped for air, my right hand was numb from the toss, especially the joint of my little thumb, and I almost dislocated myself in the last blow.

Looks like I'm going to have to get all the props ready, so I don't think my right hand will be in front of the enemy.

I squeezed out some yin blood and went to the kitchen to wash my hands and disperse the curse, and when I came back from washing, I saw the door broken by the pigman, and I made another difficulty.

Who am I looking for to repair the door this big night?

So I moved the table in the living room to the door, thinking that it was good that the pig had gone through the main entrance, and that if he had chosen to go through the window in the first place, my corpse would have been cold by this time.

This incident completely dispelled the idea of going to Cunzi Mountain, so I washed up a little, and sat on the quilt to recall what had just happened, after all, it all had a very big impact on me.

Whether it was the pigmen's raid or my first successful spell, the two things shocked me equally.

After dawn, I went to the village to find a carpenter, and the carpenter's uncle looked at me with an uncomfortable face, and refused to come to my house to repair the door.

After that, I gave him another 200 and told him to go and see the pig man in the east of the village, but if he couldn't call the police and call an ambulance, the carpenter took the money and went very happily.

In the afternoon of the same day, I received a phone call from the section chief of the unit.

He said that if the affairs at home were dealt with, he could go back to the unit early, because the bureau organized a study, and hoped that I could participate in this glorious red tour.

This disrupted my plan to open the altar again, because the departure time of the unit was set very coincidentally, and I had to go home immediately, but if I spent a few more hours going up the mountain to open the altar, it would definitely be too late.

I have no choice but to pack up my things and go back first, it is important to open the jar, but the jar does not pay me a salary, I am a twenty-seven or eight-year-old person, what is the reality or have to see clearly.

The bus changed to the train, and I reversed it back to Nanjing overnight.

Before I could say a few words to my colleagues, I got on the bus again, and this time my destination was Yan'an City, Shaanxi Province, our great revolutionary base.

Sitting in the car, I suddenly remembered the "female ghost" named Xiao Yao I met in the middle of the mountain.

To be honest, I don't know if people are humans or ghosts, but looking at her behavior, she doesn't wronged her if she is a female ghost.

I took out my mobile phone and began to check the head ditch in Xiao Yao's mouth, and as a result, I found a lot of "old people's head shoe stores" in Xi'an City, and I checked outside the city, and found a lot of "head ditch" and also found a few called "head mountain", but there was no head ditch.

I was sitting in the corner of the window on the right side of the back row of the car, and I was checking when I saw Qin Huai get up from the front seat and walk towards me, and I put away my mobile phone.

The car was bumpy and rushing, but Qin Huai's small body was so stable that he didn't even support him.

I hurriedly praised her: "Yes, have you practiced?" ”

Qin Huai patted the fat man who was sleeping next to me and forcibly changed seats with him, and the fat man saw that it was a beautiful girl, so he muttered a few symbolic words in his mouth and went to the front honestly.

Qin Huai sat down and asked me, "How are things going on in my hometown?" ”

I scratched my neck, "That's it." ”

"That's good, that's good."

Qin Huai and I are in the same department, I have the impression that I am five or six years younger, and I have just graduated from college, and we usually walk together on the way after work, and we can occasionally meet when we go to work, and we are relatively more familiar than other colleagues in the department.

When I saw her unlucky appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, I knew that she had something to say, "Do you have something to say, holding back and raising a child?" ”

Qin Huai glanced forward, and then directly put his small mouth on my ear, and as soon as the car shook, I immediately smelled a unique fragrance on a girl's body.

"Do you know that Lao Wang said bad things about you again?" Qin Huai whispered.

I raised my eyebrows, "What did the old bastard say?" ”

"Saying that you don't do your job every day, you know that you have an improper relationship with a female colleague in the unit, and the downstairs department has spread it all over, but fortunately, everyone who is usually serious doesn't believe it very much."

After hearing this, I leaned against the window, because it would be a little too close for Qin Huai to lean against me.

"He said let him say it, I'm not afraid of crooked shadows, just don't believe others."

Qin Huai pouted, "You can't think like that!" If he says bad things about you for many years, an impression will be formed in people's minds. ”

That's true, but I can't do anything, Lao Wang is also an old employee, I can't fight with him.

Qin Huai suddenly glanced at me mysteriously, and then reached out to pull his neckline, I quickly turned my head, "Oh, I can't help it, female donor, I'm already riddled with rumors, if you do this again, I'll be finished." ”

Qin Huai gave me a blank look and pulled something out of his collar.

It was a flat pendant, about the size of a walnut, as if it was made of glass, and inside the pendant sat a small silver-white figure, and the most important thing was that the lower half of the small person was soaked in a yellowish and somewhat thick liquid.

I know this thing, this is one of the more famous ornaments in Thai culture used to bless and pray for blessings, called Kuman Thong.

Legend has it that there used to be a very powerful Thai warrior called "Kun Binh", and later because he offended the chief, his pregnant wife was killed.

Then Khun Ping wrapped the child in his wife's womb in a cloth full of scriptures, and roasted it over a fire while reciting the scriptures in a temple, and finally roasted his own child into a small corpse and wore it on his body, after which Khun Ping called his child Kuman Thong.

I leaned over to Qin Huai's chest and looked at it carefully, but I didn't dare to touch it, after all, this thing is still quite evil, "Gu Man Tong?" ”

Qin Huai shook his head arrogantly, "It's much more evil than that, this is a little ghost, I spent more than four thousand to invite!" ”

The imps are much more evil than Kuman Thong, the authentic imps are made from children who died in vain or even unborn fetuses, and if I'm not mistaken, the yellow liquid should be corpse oil.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Wang, who was standing in the aisle at some point, said with a smile, "Ouch, watch the ball." ”

I was a little angry when I heard this, but I still didn't care about my colleague's face and just smiled, "Where, Qin Huai bought a new pendant for me to see." ”

Lao Wang haha, "The relationship is really good, I, as an old-timer, am very happy to see such a friendship, Xiao Wu, do you have a good relationship with female colleagues." ”

I was furious when I said this, and I licked my lips and was about to start.

The person in front of him called Lao Wang with a can of beer, and Lao Wang turned around and went back.

Qin Huai looked at me with a face full of justice, "Look, so I invited this little ghost, I plan to curse him!" ”

"Curse?!"

I'm happy in my heart, isn't this Lao Tzu's hobby?