"What's wrong with you?" Mao Daxin was taken aback, and hurriedly got up to help, but without waiting to get close, Chen Xin didn't move again, and kept his original posture and froze there.

As soon as Mao Daxin reached out to touch it, Chen Xin suddenly rolled his eyes upwards to reveal the whites of his eyes, and he didn't know what he was muttering in his mouth, and rushed towards him with both hands. He hurriedly flashed back and grabbed her with his backhand. Chen Xin's hands were locked behind his back, and he still kept struggling to pounce on Mao Daxin.

Mao Daxin shouted loudly, several people came next door, and everyone worked together to restrain her, and seeing Chen Xin's crazy appearance, he hurriedly sent her to the hospital. Unexpectedly, when she arrived at the hospital and received an anesthetic injection, it still had no effect, so she had to be tied to the bed as a last resort, and she slowly quieted down.

Mao Daxin called Jiang Qiao by the window of the hospital corridor and told her what happened tonight from the phone, but Jiang Qiao actually said that he would come over immediately and ask him to wait in the hospital.

As soon as I put down the phone, I saw an old woman hurrying up and down the corridor, as if looking for someone. He went up to ask, and it turned out that she was Chen Xin's aunt.

My aunt was relieved to see that Chen Xin was fine, and Mao Daxin helped her sit on the bench in the corridor and asked about the situation tonight.

My aunt sighed and said, "Fortunately, when she was a child, I had already passed her to the Bodhisattva as a daughter, otherwise she would have had a hard time passing this hurdle." She came to her last week in a panic and said that a ghost was trying to harm her. I didn't believe it, I calculated her life for her, and it would always be smooth, but I didn't expect this catastrophe to happen suddenly. I asked her what was going on. At first, she refused to speak, but I asked again and again before she told the truth.

She said that when she was in high school, she and two good friends bullied a girl, but then she jumped off the building, and her two good friends had been killed by her, and now it was her turn. What a sin, hey. ”

It seems that it is similar to what Chen Xin said, Mao Daxin continued to ask: "Auntie, what about tonight, what happened tonight?" How did Chen Xin become like this? ”

"In order to protect her, I hung Guanyin statues in various places in the house, and tonight I suddenly received a call from her, saying that there was something coming in from outside, and it was the female ghost. I asked her to hold the statue of Guanyin in the hall on her body and never leave her. When I rushed over, Xiao Xin was gone, and the Guanyin statue on the wall was also thrown on the ground with a hole, and I was afraid that something would happen to her, but fortunately she ran out. ”

Mao Daxin was nervous when he heard this, and he was secretly looking forward to Jiang Qiao and them coming soon, and suddenly felt that there were two lines of sight that had been staying on his face, and when he turned his head, Aunt Chen Xin was looking up and down at him, her index finger and thumb kept shaking, and there were words in her mouth, and she stopped for a while, and said with a sigh: "Young man, you are in danger." There's something unclean coming at you. This is for you, and when it is critical, it can block it for you. ”

Mao Daxin laughed a few times, and was about to shirk it, but she couldn't help but stuff it into his pocket. Mao Daxin took it out and saw that it was a small triangular yellow rune paper: "Auntie, we police can't accept gifts from the masses, you... ”

The corridor is empty, where is there still half a figure...

"Walking so fast?" Mao Daxin muttered to himself puzzled, the hospital was quiet at night, there were a few nurses and family members in the corridor just now, and they disappeared at some point, the dim and miserable white light flickered overhead, and the atmosphere suddenly became terrifying and weird.

Mao Daxin shook his head, stood up and stomped his feet, the hospital was full of air conditioning, and his body was as strong as he felt a little cold. He moved his bones in the corridor, but suddenly found a woman who had slipped into the ward at some point, and was standing quietly in front of Chen Xin's hospital bed looking at her.

"Who are you and how did you get in." Mao Daxin opened the door and rushed in and said sharply.

Strange, what about Xiao Fang in the ward?

The woman was dressed in a white navy uniform, which looked somewhat like a school uniform, and she turned her head, and she looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a few scars on her face, which looked like they had just been scratched, and the scratched wounds were not yet scarred, and the flesh was turned outward.

Mao Daxin got goosebumps for no reason.

Scratches... Woman...?

Mao Daxin swallowed his saliva, a name popped up in his heart, hesitated again and again, and still asked: "Are you Qingqing?" ”

"I'll take her away." The girl hung her head and stared at Chen Xin on the bed expressionlessly, neither admitting nor denying it, as if it was an emotionless machine, her voice was straight and mechanical, and she couldn't hear the slightest emotion.

"You... Aren't you dead ... I... I... Mao Daxin was so shocked that he couldn't speak clearly. For a long time, I have always heard Team Liu and Jiang Qiao say that Jiang Li has such a ability, but I didn't expect that I would be able to hit a ghost today.

"I want you to be nosy."

Mao Daxin muttered in his heart, not paying attention to the girl in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, a cold ghost claw climbed onto his shoulder from behind. Mao Daxin was excited, and an instinctive grappling hand grabbed the ghost claw on his shoulder and pulled it forward and pushed it, and the person behind him fell to the ground.

But he never thought that the person who landed on the ground turned out to be Chen Xin, who was supposed to be in a coma, he looked up at the hospital bed, and sure enough, the one on the hospital bed had been replaced by Yang Qingqing. She stiffened, sat up straight, and lunged at him. Mao Daxin hurriedly let go of Chen Xin on the ground and flashed to the right, which was able to dodge the oncoming Qingqing.

"If you have something to say, talk about it!" Mao Daxin shouted. But Qingqing's ghost claws had already been deeply inserted into his shoulder in the next moment, hooking off a piece of flesh alive, and blood suddenly spurted like a pillar. A piercing pain hit him, and the pain almost made him faint in front of his eyes.

Mao Daxin gasped and rolled to the side, covering the wound with his hand, and the blood couldn't stop flowing out, coming out from between his fingers and dripping on the ground. He turned his head and saw that Yang Qingqing's figure was missing again, the bed was empty, and even Chen Xin, who had just fallen to the ground, was gone.

Mao Daxin was in a cold sweat, if he continues like this, he may have to explain here tonight. He looked around the room vigilantly, and a dark figure suddenly burst out from under the bed, grabbed his feet and dragged him under the bed. Mao Daxin kicked a few times with the strength of breastfeeding, but he couldn't break free. In the blink of an eye, he had been dragged to the edge of the bed, and a bloody mouth was waiting for him in the shadows under the bed. Mao Daxin was in a hurry, freed up a hand, and threw the yellow charm in his pocket.

The yellow talisman fell to the ground through the black shadow, and the black shadow disappeared.

Mao Daxin gasped in shock, the room was quiet again, he squatted down and lowered his head, once again confirming that there was nothing unusual under the bed, just raised his head, suddenly a ghost claw grabbed his neck and pressed him the bed.

I can't breathe ...

Mao Daxin blushed, and lamented in his heart why Jiang Li didn't come to them, could it be that Auntie really said that today's catastrophe really can't be passed? Mao Daxin's eyes gradually blurred, and he could only see Qingqing's white and expressionless face staring at him above him.

In her eyes, is she as weak as an ant?

No, if she wants to die, she has to die, she has already died once, and she doesn't care about dying again.

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