In the middle of the night, I woke up on my own.

The curtains were open, and the moon outside was round, large, and beautiful.

I breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed.

Suddenly, I realized that something was wrong, because I seemed to have pulled up the curtains before going to bed, why now......

As soon as this idea came to me, a layer of sweat instantly formed on my forehead.

Moved the arm that was pillowed under her neck slightly, but unexpectedly woke her up.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm in a foreign land and I have a little insomnia."

She wanted to say something, and I made a silencing gesture at her.

Gently getting out of bed, I slowly walked towards the window.

The windows were open, and a faint blew in the wind, and the streets outside were deserted, except for a few cars passing by.

Could it be that I'm thinking too much? Or am I mistaken?

I muttered to myself.

Meow –

At this time, a cat's meow made me feel excited.

She also heard the cat meow and jumped out of bed.

Holding her in my arms, I felt a lot more at ease, but where did that cat meow come from?

I looked down and saw a black cat lying on a tree by the side of the road.

When I saw this black cat, I was relieved that it was coming.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, it's just a wild cat."

"Where did the wild cats come from?"

"Look at the tree, by the side of the road."

"Really?"

She glanced there suspiciously, and the black cat was a face, allowing her to see her figure.

She let out a long breath and was completely relieved, but her hands were still gripping my arm tightly.

Putting her on the bed, I suddenly felt an urge to urinate.

"I'll go to the bathroom, don't follow me."

"Oh."

I went to the toilet and was about to pee, only to see a baby on my shoulder in the mirror, the same baby with a wound on his head.

He was lying on my shoulder, a greedy smile on his face.

My heart tightened, and I quietly pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

The hallway was pitch black, and the only source of light was the green glow from the safe passage signs.

Walking to the corner of a staircase, I grabbed his feet with both hands and threw him down.

His face changed dramatically, and he struggled to get into the wall, and I saw an opportunity to bite my middle finger and point it on the back of his head.

With a scream, he fell to the ground.

Huddled in the corner, he shivered.

But looking at his appearance, I really can't show any pity.

I drew a talisman on my right palm, and when I was about to beat him to death, I felt a kick in the waist.

My head was covered, I felt that my eyes were dark, and I was lying on the ground.

The sharp pain in my lower back made me grin my teeth, but I didn't dare to relax at all, and rolled on the spot and rolled to the side.

A man in black stood where I had been standing, and the baby was in his arms.

As if he were a son, he gently stroked the baby's head, like a mother caressing her own child.

"Who are you?"

"Chinese?"

"Yes."

"Chinese Taoist priests come to Thailand to meddle in their affairs, I think you are impatient."

"Using ghost babies to harm people, I think you are impatient to live, talk less nonsense."

"Sharp teeth."

He put down the baby in his hand and stabbed me with a dagger in his hand.

Twisting around, I narrowly avoided the dagger in his hand, but the pain in my lower back slowed me down by half a beat.

He hit me hard and hit me with a knee in my lower abdomen.

He took a few steps back and slammed into the door of a guest room.

A loud bang also woke up the people in the room, and the people inside didn't move after asking who it was.

He also seemed to be afraid of something, picked up the baby on the ground and rushed downstairs.

Clicks–

The door behind me opened, and a man stood in front of me.

"Brother, are you alright?"

I looked up and saw that I was also a Chinese person.

Shaking my head and saying that it was okay, I went back to my room clutching my stomach.

She hadn't slept yet, and when she saw me coming back, she ran eagerly to me.

"Are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's just that my stomach hurts a little."

When I turned on the light, I found a large bruise on my stomach and a wound on my waist, which was very deep, but very thin and long.

"And said it's okay, how did this wound come from."

"I really don't know, I just ran into a drunk man as soon as I went out, and I started to do it, I guess he slipped with a knife, it's okay, just sleep."

"You, how can I sleep?"

"Sleep."

I rolled over and pinned her to the bed.

The next morning, the wound was miraculously healed, but the wound was strangely itchy.

Of course, I didn't pay attention, after all, the wound is very itchy when it heals.

I haven't seen any sign of the black cat for days, it seems that he disappeared after that night, and the wound on my waist is getting more and more itchy, like an allergy, at first it was a slit, then it was the whole waist, then the back.

I stood in front of the mirror, looking at the centipede-like bulges under the skin behind my back, and I felt that things were getting more and more complicated.

This must have been the man in black who did it to me.

Scratching the itch, I put down my shirt and walked out of the bathroom, she stood in front of the mirror and gestured to the clothes she just bought today.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

My hand subconsciously grabbed it behind my back.

"What's wrong with your back?"

"It's fine."

She dropped her clothes and pushed me down on the bed.

After pulling open her shirt, she covered her mouth and took several steps backwards.

"...... Behind You"

"I don't know what it is."

I put down my shirt and looked sad.

"What's behind you?"

"I don't know."

"I saw a movie that talked about Gu arts, and there are a few episodes that are very similar to your faults, could it be ......?"

"That's right."

I rubbed it and stood up, Thailand head lowering division is not said to be everywhere, but there are not a few, after all, it is the existence of a ghost baby who can raise a ghost, if it is really a head lower, then I ......

Alas.

With a long sigh, I sat back down.

"Why don't you give Rhubarb a call? He should have a way. ”

"Okay."

I took out my phone and stood at the window, found his number and dialed it.

After dozens of seconds of beeping, there was a cacophony from the opposite side.

"Rhubarb, are you busy?"

"Sort of, what's wrong? Something? ”

"I might be in trouble."

"You wait a minute."

After a burst of running, his voice came through again:

"What do you say? What's the trouble on the stall? Wait, you're not going to offend the head lowerer over there, are you? ”

"Eighty percent of the time, I have a lot of bumps on my body, like a centipede."

He was silent for a moment, then said:

"Don't act rashly over there, I'll come right over."

[I'm not feeling well, only one shift, I'm sorry!!] 】