It's very mysterious, in other words, Shu Fujia must have listened to it as a thriller novel, but now it falls on his head.

He nodded his head except that he nodded.

"Then I'll get started. You have to meditate and think about Tang Ming's peace. ”

Shu Fujia nodded heavily, protecting the wick with his left hand and holding the lamp with his right hand, and the person was standing at the head of Tang Ming's bed pointed by the fortune teller.

I don't know what the fortune teller said, but he couldn't hear it at all, even though it was a bed apart.

The temperature in the basement dropped suddenly.

This time it's not the illusion of the Shufu family, it's true.

Bursts of coldness pierced into the bones climbed up, Shu Fujia read 'Tang Ming Ping'an in his mouth', his eyes inadvertently glanced at his feet, and coldly faced a blood-stained baby face, which frightened his brain to go blank, and he was about to turn around and run backwards subconsciously.

In the chaos, a cold voice slammed into him.

"If you don't want to live, just leave!"

It was the voice of the fortune teller, Shu Fu's head sank, and he realized that his chaotic feeling was real, and his body began to chill.

He couldn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he simply closed his eyes, bit his lip fiercely, and silently recited the four big words 'Tang Ming Ping'an in his heart.

Over and over again.

My consciousness gradually became more awake, and my body was not so cold.

Finding that what he was experiencing was not a fictional episode of a thriller novel, Shu Fujia was even more atmospheric and did not dare to come out, he thought about Tang Ming's peace over and over again.

"Squeak......

Behind Shu Fu's house, there was an old sound of the door opening.

Then, there were gusts of cold wind that were even more chilly than before.

And compared with before, these cold winds blowing on the body are more like cold blades, blowing people painfully.

Flesh and skin with muscles and bones.

The body temperature that had just warmed up was all cold in an instant.

No matter how much he reads, there is no sign of rising up.

To make matters worse, his head began to sink again, groggy and chaotic.

There is a tendency for consciousness to develop towards obscurity.

Can't sleep, wake up.

As if it was a hallucination, Shu Fujia actually heard someone crying and roaring behind him.

It's poignant and chilling.

Not one person, it's a lot of people.

The noise was so loud that his head was about to explode, but he was even more drowsy.

In order not to really lose consciousness, Shu Fujia was ruthless and bit his lower lip.

There was a smell of blood in my mouth.

Even the pain was cold, and the numbness was a little more.

I finally woke up a little bit, and the hallucinations that were too cold around me seemed to have disappeared.

Before Shu Fujia could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a strong pull wrapped around his body, pulling him hard and pulling him back.

At first, he thought it was a fortune teller, but when he opened his eyes and looked back, he was stunned.

His eyes were full of horror.

Where is the fortune teller in front of him, it is clearly a bottomless hole, but it is open on the wall behind him.

Inside, they were fangs and claws to pounce on themselves, men, women, and children.

There are blue-faced fangs, and half of their faces are skeletal...... Wait a minute......

None of them are human.

What a ghost!

"Tang Ming is safe!" The strong desire to survive caused Shu Fujia to suddenly shout and call the fortune teller what he had confessed before.

He didn't dare to stop, and the sound became louder and louder.

As if there was a deterrent, although the bodies of those terrifying ghosts were still outside the cave, they did not shout in the direction of Shu Fu's house.

Shu Fujia swallowed his saliva, didn't pounce on him, just stared at him like this, he couldn't stand it.

When will this ritual of saving Tang Ming be completed?

"Tang Ming is safe!" If he continues to shout like this, his voice is hoarse and he can't be born, will these ghosts pounce on him again?

Ghost Gate, so that's how it is?

The jumbled thoughts swirled through his head, and soon stopped him again.

But it was too late.

There can be no other thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, Shu Fujia was dragged half of his body into the ground hole by that powerful force.

When he realized something was wrong, he turned around.

Therefore, that half of the body is actually Shu Fujia's back, shoulders, and arms.

The outstretched hands held the ever-bright lantern tightly, and Shu Fujia chanted 'Tang Ming Ping'an as if asking for help.

He could see where the fortune teller was, or at the end of the bed, motionless, still not knowing what was being read.

He only has the words 'Tang Ming Ping'an'.

If you choose one of the two, take people's money to eliminate disasters for others, and if the fortune teller wants to save one, he will also save Tang Ming.

If you can really live, can you react faster?

Tang Ming, if you live, I will have hope of living.

One thought begets ten thousand thoughts.

Shu Fujia didn't know that the 'peace' he had read before was of little use, the key was that he was not sincere enough.

Now that he knew that he was about to die, the thought of wanting to live turned to Tang Ming.

There is cause and effect, Tang Ming's eyelids trembling on the wooden bed, telepathy, he opened his eyes, and suddenly arrived in front of Tang Ming.

As soon as his long hand stretched out, Shu Fujia was gently dragged by him and thrown to the bedside floor.

Staggering to stand firm, Shu Fujia still knocked down the two candles on the side of the gossip diagram on the ground at the head of the bed.

One red and one white.

He just wanted to ask the fortune teller what to do now, but his eyes fell on the wooden bed in front of him, but he was stunned.

Tang Ming didn't wake up?!

Who was the one who had just pulled himself back from the hole?

Turning his head sharply to look behind him, Shu Fujia was so surprised that his mouth couldn't close.

It's still Tang Ming!

Two Tang Ming?!

One was lying on the bed, and the other was standing on the edge of the hole.

And those powerful ghosts and resentful spirits disappeared into the cave after Tang Ming appeared, the cold wind gradually stopped, and the entrance of the cave was gradually sealed.

All is calm.

If it weren't for the two candles that went out after touching them at his feet, Shu Fujia would have wondered if what he had experienced before was real.

Just like what he experienced at the scene of the crime, is it psychological hypnosis?

That must be impossible, psychological hypnosis can't do this, Tang Ming has really become two.

A living man, a ghost.

"Isn't it true that ghosts can't touch people?"

As soon as the fortune teller stretched out his hand, Shu Fujia consciously returned the ever-bright lantern.

"I can't touch it." After he finished answering, he walked to Tang Ming, who was moving, and still stretched out his hand, which went straight through Tang Ming's right arm.

All that was caught back and forth was air.

"You try?" He turned to look at Shu Fu's house.

The latter was about to move, and he was still very conscious of Tang Ming's gloomy face that was about to drip water.

I consciously retracted my left foot, which I had just stepped out.

"Captain Tang, hello, my name is Shu Fujia. Morning thing, I didn't mean to. ”

"Skincare? Caring mother, caring for the whole family? ”

In normal times, hearing such words, Shu Fujia turned his face.

But the person who can be opposed, oh no, it should be a ghost.

The ghost he was facing was Tang Ming, and he didn't dare to have any opinions, just explained in a whisper.

"It's a blessing of blessing, a home for your family."

Tang Ming glanced at him coldly before turning to the fortune teller.

"How can I get back to my body?"

The fortune teller was also a little surprised at first, according to the formation laid down, Tang Ming realized that he could come back to life.

Now man is conscious, but the soul and body are separated.

He thought about it for a moment and set his eyes on the Shu Fu family, who was looking at him.

"You go to the other side of the stairs."

Shu Fujia was stunned, he didn't know the reason, the fortune teller didn't explain, he had to do it.

"You possess it, try it yourself."

When Shu Fu's house stood still under the staircase in the basement, the fortune teller looked at Tang Ming in ghost form again.

Tang Ming frowned, his mind moved, and he appeared beside the bed in the blink of an eye.

He leaned down, allowing his soul to coincide with his body.

"You try to control your own body."

Tang Ming, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, moved manually, and went to the ground by the bed.

The fortune teller looked at Tang Ming, whose soul had returned, and then looked at Shu Fu's house, who was stunned not far away, according to the distance, it was just five meters.

"You get out."

I can't ask for it.

Shu Fujia raised his legs and walked up the stairs, and as soon as he stepped up to the first floor, he heard a muffled sound of a heavy object falling behind him.

Turning his head, Tang Ming, who was originally fine, became two again.

One stood on the ground, and the other fell to the ground.

There is no shadow of those who stand, but there is one who is upside down.

He froze on the spot, what was the situation? Won't he be allowed to experience the supernatural phenomenon again like before?!

"You come down and go to the bedside. You possess it again. ”

The look on the fortune teller's face suddenly became a little strange, and he pinched his fingers to calculate something.

Shu Fujia quickly walked back to the right side of the bed and stood up, and Tang Ming stood opposite, his eyes staring at him were frighteningly cold.

If the eyes can kill people, Shu Fujia thought, he will die several times.

"Try it, pay attention to the feeling of possession." The fortune teller on the side reminded him that it was an indirect relief, and the eyes on himself were removed, and Shu Fujia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Ming quickly disappeared from sight and quickly reappeared.

The same combination of the two, his complexion looked much better than before.

Shu Fujia's heart tightened, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough—

"Shufujia is your lucky star. You're unlucky, and you're in bad luck. The way to stabilize your soul and keep you in your body is to take Shu Fujia with you and not let him leave you more than five meters. ”

“……”

Shu Fujia and Tang Ming glanced at each other.

He was stunned and flustered, while the latter was much calmer, as if he had expected this to be the outcome.

Impatient, disgusted.

"You can't always be like this, can you?" Shu Fujia couldn't help but ask.

He wants to stay with Tang Ming all the time, and he can't exceed three meters, it's okay for a while, but he wants to be like this for the rest of his life?

Just thinking about it, he felt that life was hopeless.

The fortune teller shook his head.

"There is a way, that is, to accumulate yin virtue."

Shu Fujia thought for a moment that the objects of accumulation of virtue depicted in the TV series and movies were all villains who did all kinds of evil.

Killing people and overselling goods, bullying wives and daughters......

Could it be that Tang Ming has done something bad?

It doesn't look like it, even he, the little assistant police officer on the first day of work, knows that there is a very powerful case-solving god in the police station of City A.

Any big and serious case can be solved in his hands.

Would such a person be involved with a villain who does all kinds of evil?