In the vast night, Zhao Jingzong and Xiao Xiang stood honestly in place, watching Fang Mo come from a distance, and their performances were different.

"You can be regarded as coming back, it's really scary, let me tell you, this Zhao Dashao, there may be a problem, I saw it several times just now, and he showed a weird smile."

Xiao Xiang didn't dare to step forward just now, and he was even very disdainful of Fang Mo, but at this time, his thoughts changed!

It's too terrifying, just now Zhao Jingzong, it was like a different person, that smile, even if he thought about it at this time, he had a feeling of fear, so now, his bad feelings towards Fang Mo had long disappeared, and instead he regarded it as his lifesaver.

When people are most terrifying, they will subconsciously look for a person or thing that makes them feel safe, of course, if there is no such person or thing, that person will move towards anger.

In the most terrifying situation, people will gradually become angry, until the end, life and death are downplayed, and it all depends on fate!

Xiao Xiangnaturally put his goal on Fang Mo's body.

When he spoke, he did not shy away from Zhao Jingzong, so he was directly heard in his ears by the latter, and at this time he said with a very unpleasant face: "What are you talking about?" What do you mean by weirdness? I'm smiling at you, what else do you have to think about it? Be careful, save yourself later, become ......"

When he said that, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head.

Immediately after, I saw a trace of surprise under Fang Mo's serious face.

"Big ...... Big brother, what are you doing when you hit me? Zhao Jingzong touched the back of his head for some reason, just now, although it didn't hurt much, from childhood to adulthood, no one really had beaten him Zhao Dashao.

He was the only one who hit people, and no one else hit him.

Therefore, seeing Fang Mo's expression at this time, although he had a feeling of discomfort like eating a fly, he still didn't dare to show it, one life, one face, he finally chose the former.

With life, you have face, without life, no matter who gives you face, it is fake, even if you know the number one person in the province, the president of the United States, so what? Isn't it just a matter of having an extra bouquet of flowers?

"No, I found you could!" Fang Mo stared at Zhao Jingzong with an ugly face, and after a while, he opened his hand, pointed to a talisman on it, and said, "Tell me, how many things are you still hiding from me?" ”

Ghosts are spirits, and people have spirits.

A person's head is where the whole person's spirit is, even if it is an ordinary person, in the night, there will be a faint point of light, although this kind of light, only people in the Taoist sect who are not ordinary people can see it, but ......

On Zhao Jingzong's head, there was no, not only was there not, but there were also pieces of black gas, condensed in it.

As mentioned earlier, black is yin, purple is evil, such a living person actually lived as a corpse, if nothing happened to him, such a situation would not have appeared at all.

Moreover, it's not just a matter of being obsessed with ghosts, there are a lot of things involved, otherwise, how could a person become like this?

So Fang Mo's mood was very unhappy, he felt that he had been deceived.

Originally, Zhao Jingzong came to him, and he came to help, which was already a little face, but the other party dared to hide it, which made him feel very uncomfortable, why should he hide it from him?

Zhao Jingzong's face immediately turned pale.

He originally thought that Fang Mo would not find out, but now, he felt that Fang Mo had found out, otherwise, he would not have said such a thing.

He thought he had hidden it deep enough, but ...... Still couldn't escape Fang Mo's eyes!

However, before Zhao Jingzong spoke, his eyes glared at Xiao Xiang very sharply, which means, look, it's all your fault, if it weren't for you, how could I be discovered!

Xiao Xiang was not afraid, his face was serious, but after Zhao Jingzong turned his head, he quietly looked behind Fang Mo, hidden, and then revealed an eye, looking at it quietly.

Now he suddenly felt that Fang Mo's hand was much more interesting than philosophy.

In other words, philosophy is not as good as the occult.

Fang Mo's face became more and more ugly, especially when Zhao Jingzong was staring at Xiao Xiang, there was already a trace of the urge to leave in his eyes, the matter here was already very troublesome, but this Zhao Jingzong actually had something to hide.

If it weren't for the past feelings, he would definitely leave directly, but now, he really wants to hear this, this Zhao Jingzong, what else has to say.

"No, no, no, it's not what you think!" Zhao Jingzong is very observant, when he saw Fang Mo's expression, he immediately knew that he might soon be given up, the key is that he felt that he could still be saved.

So, he hurriedly waved his hand, smiled bitterly, and said, "I can't hide anything from you, big brother, it's just that I really don't want to hide it." ”

After finishing speaking, he sighed deeply, and didn't care about Fang Mo's face anymore, and began to tell a series of things about himself.

Fang Mo was also there listening quietly, from anger at the beginning, to helplessness, and finally to curiosity.

"Actually, I raised a little ghost."

Seeing Fang Mo's angry expression, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I have never harmed anyone, I just thought it was fun at the time, so I raised one, but later, I found that it was not the case at all." ”

It turned out that since three years ago, Zhao Jingzong had raised a little ghost by his side.

It's not that he wants to rely on this thing to transfer, but he thinks that those people are all raising it, and they are also thinking about making a fortune with this, so he also wants to raise one...... Have fun!

After all, his family is not short of money, and his luck is not bad, since a few years ago, his father's career has begun to flourish, even if he goes to the loser every day, it is completely enough for him to spend a lifetime.

Of course, in the case of not touching gambling, this kind of thing, as long as you touch it, this life is over, no matter how much money you have, you have to finish playing, even those bigwigs who are richer than his father are also lost in it, and finally fall into it deeply, unable to extricate themselves.

Speaking of which, it can be regarded as a kind of fate.

One afternoon three years ago, surrounded by several classmates, he went to a small country town, where he saw a lot of things, especially some mysterious things.

It was from that time that his heart began to be less calm.

Under the hook-up of several partners, he, like them, "invited" a little ghost from a family and raised it in a jar.

The jar itself is nothing, just an ordinary jar, some years, but it has no historical value at all, but there is a more eerie atmosphere, precipitating in it.