The jar obviously heard it too, and when he turned around, he counted me down, "You said you had to dig those jars for what you did in the first place, and now your life is even more stinky than shi, and something will happen wherever you go." I just escaped from the arms of a group of broken monsters last night, and today I went to a mall and someone called for help. ”

This passage from the jar gave me no chance to say "this is a bad word".

This is all the truth, I feel that before I dig my grave, there are no setbacks and difficulties in my life except for missing the bus to work and Lao Wang's slander against me at work.

How to dig up the grave, my God, I'm like Detective Conan.

Wherever something happens, it must be a big deal.

"You're right, I feel it, too. I'm dying of mold now, I guess I've been eaten back. ”

I'm also deeply aware that coincidences shouldn't happen very often.

But now in my case, the word coincidence is not a coincidence at all, it should simply be translated as a regular visitor.

"You don't care?" The jar looked at me with a blank face.

I thought about it and gritted my teeth, "No matter!" There is a police uncle in charge, I don't have anything to do, let's find a buffet to have a good meal, nothing can delay us to eat meat and drink wine. ”

The cylinder looked approving, and took the lead to the escalator not far away.

But no matter whether it is or not, curiosity will still be curious, standing on the escalator, I will look in the direction from which the distress came.

There was already a crowd of people there, and in the middle of the crowd it seemed that a young woman was holding a half-grown child in her arms, and the woman was crying very badly, but the child's eyes were closed and motionless.

"Jar, that kid seems to be sick."

The jar hooked his head and glanced at it, and there was some distress in his eyes, "Why are you crying here if you don't go to the hospital when you are sick, this mother is really good." ”

We went to the second floor, but we were all standing on the edge of the glass fence and looking down.

There was a group of people standing around us, and everyone was curious about what had happened to this child.

People are very susceptible to infection, especially these tragic things.

In particular, once the person concerned has done an inappropriate, appropriate, or illogical way of dealing with it, bystanders are more likely to be stimulated by such "stupidity".

"Why don't you take him to the hospital and shout here!" The jar couldn't stand it and roared.

This roar was like a bell in the temple, and it actually shook the downstairs to silence instantly, and the mother who was holding the child raised her head to look at the jar.

That look was extremely desperate.

"I'm talking about you! What's the use of shouting here if the child is sick and not taking the child to the hospital! When the jar saw that the woman made eye contact with him, he said what was in his heart.

The woman's mouth was about to cry again, so I quickly patted the jar, "Can you speak better, obviously you have good intentions, you have to be scared." ”

The jar said impatiently: "I'm not scaring her, it's too annoying." What's the use of crying here, the children have all gone to the hospital with this kung fu. ”

Since the jar had been mixed, I naturally couldn't be a bystander, so I asked, "What's wrong with your child, why don't you go to the hospital?" ”

Before the woman could answer me, the old lady downstairs said in her place: "We called an ambulance for her, but this child is so strange, he can't move places, and he will vomit blood when he moves." His mother couldn't move, and the child would scream when he took a step. ”

Now it is clear that it is not that the mother does not take the child to the hospital, but that she can't go.

After the aunt finished speaking, the circle of onlookers downstairs also began to talk openly.

"Do you think this kid is demon-possessed?"

"That's right, you haven't come just now, and when the child is sick, the cry is as ugly as a ghost, and he must be possessed by a ghost."

"Have you ever heard a ghost scream?"

"I don't think that's what the ghost screams."

At this time, I and the jar also rushed to the first floor, probably because the jar's attitude was extremely "bad" before, everyone spontaneously gave us a way, and I came to the child naturally.

The child was six or seven years old, and his face was like ashes.

Mom's arm was so sore that she was shaking, but she didn't dare to move a single bit.

After a closer look, I noticed that the child's left fist was clenched tightly, as if he was holding something in the palm of his hand.

"Eldest sister, what is the child holding in his hand?" I asked.

The eldest sister cried straight and sobbed, and finally squeezed out a complete sentence, "Shi... Stone... What his grandfather passed on to him..."

I don't know what's going on, but I always felt that there was something wrong with this stone, so I asked my eldest sister for permission and tried to break the child's hand, but it failed.

The child's fists were clenched very tightly, and the joints of his fingers turned white, so I was afraid that the child's fingers would be hurt by the force, and I didn't dare to fight too hard.

"I'll come." The jar on the side said a word and stretched out his hand.

I quickly reminded him, "Be gentle, don't hurt the child's fingers." ”

The jar directly handed over a roll of his eyes, "Usually I think you are very smart, why are you so stupid at a critical moment, if you can't break it, you have to use other methods." ”

The jar was damaged in public, and I wondered what kind of skill he could use.

Between the jars, the little finger stretched out and pestle into the circle formed by the child's little finger, and then with a little force, a black stone was pushed out of the nest on the top of the child's fist by the jar.

"You haven't eaten crab claws, have you? Isn't it possible to squeeze the meat out of the top with chopsticks from the bottom? When the jar handed me the stone, he didn't forget to "teach" me.

As soon as I got my hands on the stone, it felt hot and heavy, and the surface was very rough.

When I came to my nose and smelled it, there was a faint scent of flowers, and I immediately remembered what it was, as recorded in the Summoning Evil Spell.

"Jar, this is a biting stone." I whispered to the cylinder.

The old lady who spoke before had pointed ears and immediately asked me, "What is a biting stone, you seem to know a lot, young man." ”

Jarzi hurriedly helped me "explain": "Of course, my brother is a Taoist priest. And he is the last Taoist priest under their door, and he is very capable, so there is no evil thing that he can't solve. ”

I sneered, and said in my heart that the solution of the jar may be the lowest level of relief in the world.

It was all at once that he let me out.

So I hurriedly said: "It's not as evil as he said, that is, I know some out-of-the-way methods, if you don't mind, I want to show the child." ”

"Oh, that relationship is good, I met an expert, you can show the child quickly, it's going to die."