On the cloth in the hands of the fake policeman, there was the smell of hibiscus and lycoris mixed together, and there was a fishy smell, which was the blood on the cock's comb and the menstrual blood of a woman, and these things were added together and refined by a special method under the full moon on the night of the fifteenth. This medicine is called Xiang Soul, and the "formula" in it can make people's souls sleep temporarily.

It's magical!

When we Yin walkers deal with people being possessed by ghosts, we often use these flowers and plants, as well as those strange formulas, so I know more about the role of the incense soul, and I have long been immune to the incense soul, so I am pretending to be dizzy.

Having said that, except for our Yin faction that understands this, there are very few people in other sects who know how to do it, how can these traffickers have it? They shouldn't just want to stun us, is this really just a simple case of human trafficking?

I continued to close my eyes and pretend to be dizzy.

The traffickers tied me and the girl's hands and feet, and put a black bag on my head, and now I couldn't see anything at all, except that the car drove some distance and then stopped, and about five minutes later someone opened the door and dragged me and the little girl out of the car. I only heard a "bang", like the sound of a truck opening the door, and then someone lifted me up and threw me out, "bang", I followed the force they threw me, rolled, hit a lot of hard and soft bodies, and the hairs on my body suddenly stood up.

Shouldn't it be loaded with a truckload full of "yellow flower girls"?

It didn't take long for me to feel the car start, it was quiet in the carriage, and it didn't seem that the traffickers had come up. I rolled over cautiously, twisted my wrist a few times, untied the rope, and then made a hole in the bag that was on my body.

The light was dim and barely clear.

It's a wagon, and there are seven or eight sacks on the ground, and judging by the shape, it should be filled with people.

I suppressed the uneasiness in my heart, swallowed my saliva, and walked through a pile of sacks with difficulty. I tried to find the little girl, but each sack looked similar, and I really couldn't tell the difference. After walking a few steps, my foot was tripped up, I fell on a hard sack, I was startled, I tried to get up, but I didn't expect to touch the slippery and greasy liquid, and there was a burst of blood in the air. I shuddered unconsciously, leaned around, and lay next to the sack.

There is a small sign on the sack that reads "Milk White Fetus".

I untied the sack, and inside was a man, his forehead was sunken, as if he had been hit by something sharp, his face was full of black coagulated blood clots, his eyes were wide, I reached out and probed his nose, he was not breathing, his body was hard and cold, and his pupils were dead gray.

I was stunned, and goosebumps broke out.

It's a male corpse!

He's been dead for at least seven or eight hours, so why do these traffickers want people dead?

I endured my fear, untied a sack again, and saw a female corpse, she was undressed, naked, half of her face was bloody, her nose and mouth were crooked, she couldn't see her appearance clearly, the two little ones on her chest were gone, the flesh and blood were blurred, as if she had been bitten off directly by someone's mouth, and there was a pool of blood under her buttocks, which seemed to flow out of her flowers.

Circumcision?

I immediately thought of the circumcision I saw when I walked into the yin, didn't it just cut off the two points on the chest and then the one underneath......

Oh, my God! It's horrible!

I'm usually used to dealing with ghosts and gods, and I'm more courageous than ordinary girls, although I know that it will be miserable to fall into the hands of these people, and I'm not so scared at first, and I always want to run away when I have the opportunity, but now when I see this female corpse, I am not calm for a moment.

There is a saying that those who know death best are the most afraid of death!

The Yin Walker is mixed in the pile of ghosts and ghosts all day long, and he is the closest person to death, and I am afraid of death, very afraid.

I was so frightened that I cowered in place and didn't dare to move any more.

What to do? What should I do?

"I want to drink another bowl of tea soup you boiled, warm up and gently wave goodbye to crossing the river again......"

At this time, my mobile phone suddenly rang, and it was in my jacket pocket, singing the song "Tea Soup".

I was startled before I reacted, and immediately took out my phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, the first ......"

It's Lingzheng calling!

Lingzheng is a few years older than me, none of us know what his real name is, people in the circle call him Lingzheng, and those who ask him to do things respect him as the third master of Ling. - In my mind, there is nothing in this world that the Spirit cannot do. As long as he is willing, it is not difficult to go to the sky to pick stars and go to the sea to catch sharks.

"Boss Lingzheng, save me!"

I was so excited that tears were about to flow out, and I longed to marry Lingzheng Ducheng immediately, as long as he could save me.

"First year of junior high school, where are you?"

"I, I, I......" I was surprised and delighted, nervous and a little incoherent.

"Don't rush, speak slowly."

"I was tricked into a police car in Qiaodong, and the traffickers put me in a sack, and I'm in a truck now, Lingzheng is coming to save me......" When I said this, I suddenly felt that the car stopped, and I was so frightened that my heart was about to jump out of my throat, I lowered my voice, "Lingzheng, you must come to save me, otherwise I won't let you go." ”

"Send me a location, don't hang up the phone, turn the call to the minimum, stay silent, and wait for me."

"Lingzheng...... Hey, hey, ......"

I whispered a few times, but he didn't respond to me, only the faint sound of a car starting.

Although I am a yin woman, I have no special functions, and the yin is not as deified as rumored, we are just more virtual yin than ordinary people's physique, and we can communicate with gods and ghosts. When I encounter evil ghosts, I can use the formation to match the magic weapon and the mantra to retreat, but when I encounter the evil person, I have no way at all.

In this case, you can't call the police!

The fact that human traffickers have the ability to pretend to be police officers in big cities like Shanghai shows that they all have a way. When I shared the address with Lingzheng just now, I glanced at it urgently, it showed Jiading District, and when I was tied up in Qiaodong, it was near Nanxiang Metro Station, it seems that the car has not left Jiading, and the purpose of wandering around the neighborhood should be to confuse people. I have to keep myself safe before the Spirit comes.

I tied my hands and feet with the rope I had just broken off, and retracted it back into the sack.

Lingzheng, hurry up!