There can be a few brave people in this line of dry fighting, the rat-faced man is only unlucky to run into zongzi (zombie), he is lying at the entrance of the thief hole, holding a handful of glutinous rice in his hand, anxiously looking down, ready to meet the underground brothers.

The footsteps in the robbery cave became more and more urgent, obviously someone was running out for life, and the rat-faced man almost poked half of his body into the robbery hole, ready to pull people up at any time.

One after another, two people ran to the entrance of the thief's cave, their faces were bloodless, and they couldn't even speak, so they could only make a gesture and beg the rat-faced man to pull them up.

The rat-faced man recognized that this was the chick and Maozi, and hurriedly pulled them up, and was about to turn around to pull the third person, when he turned his head, he saw the mouth of the thief cave spurting blood straight out.

The blood sprayed like a small fountain in the square, and the rat-faced man was drenched with his head and face, and after the blood was spurted, a bone arm still stained with a little flesh stretched out from the mouth of the hole, desperately pulling at the soil, as if making a final struggle.

The rat-faced man is also angry, in such a weird situation, he didn't run, gritted his teeth and ran back to the entrance of the thief cave, pulling the white bone arm and pulling it out.

There was blood everywhere at the entrance of the thief's cave, it was extremely sticky, and the rat-faced man tried to pull on that arm and didn't let go, he knew that if he let go, the following one would really be hopeless.

The chick is still psychologically good, wiped his chest to straighten out his qi, gritted his teeth and ran back to the entrance of the thief hole, and pulled people out with the rat-faced man.

The two of them worked together to finally pull the man out of his body.

At this time, it was impossible to tell who was pulling it out, his face was torn off the general flesh and skin, revealing half of the skull, and his nose was torn off, revealing only a black hole, and the remaining muscles around him were torn.

The chest was also scarred, the flesh was flying, the bones were exposed, and it was covered with blood, and there was no way to tell which brother it was.

No matter how bold the rat-faced man is, looking at the miserable situation in front of him makes his heart twitch fiercely, such tyrannical methods are not something that ordinary dirty things can do.

The wind began to blow out of the robbery cave, mixed with a strong smell of blood, and the laughter of a woman was faintly heard from under the robbery cave.

The yin wind was gusting, the ghost was screaming, and the rat-faced man was still holding a white bone in his hand, so frightened that his legs and stomach turned straight up.

The rat-faced man and the chick looked at each other and didn't know what to do, and the bony arm that they grabbed in their hands suddenly buckled the wrist of the rat-faced man in turn.

The rat-faced man was startled, turned his head to see the bloody face, and smiled at him.

The two of them were so frightened that they threw the strange corpse back into the thief cave with a plop, and hurriedly slipped away with the half-dead hair on the ground.

This night frightened the rat-faced man and several people, and the three of them nested in a small house on Ming Street for the next few days, and were awakened by nightmares every night.

Maozi, who escaped with the chicken, was so badly injured that the rat-faced man had to auction off the two of them from the tomb in exchange for some money.

As a result, the one who didn't die was taken in by the Cheng family, and this is what it is now.

"And what did they see underground?"

I asked, frowning.

"Who knows what the owner of the tomb is, after the chick came back, he was killed and refused to say anything about the situation in the fight, Maozi reacted more than him, often picked his shoulder blades, and the blood of the pick did not know, and then I tied him up, but it was useless, he still left..."

The rat-faced man choked up as he spoke, and my scalp tingled as I listened.

Scapula!

It's the problem of the bone comb again, it seems that the owner of the tomb has an extremely sick attachment to the human bone comb, listening to the words of the rat-faced man, I have a little foundation in my heart, the culprit is estimated that it is in the bucket where they poured half a pull.

Maybe Fluttershy is there too.

I had hope in my heart, and hurriedly asked the rat-faced man for the location, and prepared to rush over as soon as possible.

But just as I was about to leave, I was grabbed by the rat-faced man.

He knelt beside me, his hands tugging at my trouser legs, and the man in his forties and fifties wept silently, begging me to save the chickens.

I'm not a doctor, so I don't know how to treat diseases and save people, but seeing the down-and-out appearance of the mouse-faced man, I still relented and agreed to help him take a look.

This dark room is very deep, and the rat-faced man is only the outermost, and there is a second floor inside.

The third child held his mobile phone and used the faint light of the screen to shine under my feet, while the mouse-faced man walked in the front and showed us the way.

The second floor was not much better than the first floor, and it was even darker and damper than the downstairs, and in a trance I smelled a familiar smell again, the rancid smell that I smelled in Mr. Cheng's house.

I frowned and came to the chicken's bed, the poor young man was so thin that he could call him a sparrow.

The chick lies to its right in a strange position, but its head is facing up as if it had been twisted. His left and right arms were folded in a crossed fashion on his chest, his left hand resting under his head, while his right hand was sticking out from under his left armpit, and his long nails digging into his flesh as if trying to gouge something out.

"How long has he been like this?"

I asked, frowning.

"It's been three days, and he's been like this since Maozi died."

There was a black gas on the chicken's body, and a faint layer was shrouded in his entire body. I don't know if it's yin or ghost, but when the rat-faced man said this, I immediately knew that the chick was possessed by a ghost.

This ghost definitely came out of the tomb with Maozi, and after killing Maozi, he began to torture the chicks again, and if I came a few days later, the chicks also died, then I would have completely cut off the clues.

"You two step back, I'll take care of the dirt on the chicks."

I stood on the edge of the bed and waved my hand at them, and when they heard that there was something dirty, they naturally didn't dare to mess around, so they honestly stepped aside.

I'm a ghost keeper, but there are always times when ghosts aren't around, so what should I do if that time comes?

I looked at the black ghost aura on the chick, and this question suddenly popped into my head.

At that time, when grandpa subdued the ghost general, it was not from the beginning that there was a ghost general to help him fight, in the final analysis, the vein of raising ghosts, in fact, had to use his own magic to subdue the powerful ghosts at first, and then use them.

A ghost raiser like me, who has just come out of the mountain and has a powerful ghost of Zhu Yan's level, is simply a lucky person.

I've seen some of the techniques of raising ghosts, but catching ghosts and exorcism people are full of yang, and I don't know if it's useful if it's useless.

It just so happened that there was a subject available for experimentation in front of me, so I didn't call Zhu Yan, and was ready to fight this little ghost with my own hands.

"Borrowing the body into the soul, messing with me, pumping the soul and picking up the soul, there is no way to escape!"

I whispered in my mouth, pinched a trick in my hand, and then pressed my right hand on the spring hole above the chicken's head, and pulled it out fiercely.

This trick is called the soul pumping hand, and grandpa's book has recorded this trick, which is specially used to extract the possession, of course, if you use it to pump the soul of a normal person, it is actually okay.

Human beings have the most spiritual energy among all animals, and those evil upper bodies will naturally squat in the mud pill palace of people, as long as they can be pulled out, it will be easy to deal with.

I watched as my right hand grabbed a cloud of black gas, as if I had grasped a piece of 10,000-year-old ice, and my hand was numb.

Only then did I know why I didn't let people with heavy yin qi take this path, this damn breath of yin and evil alone is enough for ordinary people to drink a pot, if there is not enough yang energy, it is estimated that the ghost will kneel before he catches himself.

Usually I don't feel much when I watch Zhu Yan catch ghosts and devour ghosts, but when I do it myself, I find that things are not so simple.

But I managed to catch the ghost, and I resisted the pain in my hand, and I pulled it out of the chick with all my might.

The chick's body trembled with my movements, and the strange posture before instantly returned to normal, and the neck was twisted back.

"Good!"

When the third child saw that I had just made a move, the chick had such a big reaction, and hurriedly cheered me.

I didn't have time to pay attention to him, so I threw the black gas in my hand to the side and looked at it cautiously.

After the black qi landed, it slowly turned into a human form, which was the appearance of a seven or eight-year-old child, but his face was fierce, and his mouth was full of fangs.

This look is more than one level different from a powerful ghost like Zhu Yan, so I don't pay so much attention to it in my heart.

I took out a peachwood sword that Cheng Xi put at home from my backpack and held it in my hand, I sneered and looked at the pitch-black ghost in front of me, just waiting to kill the ghost.

Peach wood is a natural nemesis of ghosts, so I raised my peachwood sword with both hands and slashed it at the little ghost's head.

As a result, this little ghost was very good, and he dodged the sword on one side of his body, and then fell on all fours and ran towards me quickly.

I was shocked, I didn't expect this little ghost to be so powerful.

The little ghost knew that I had slipped it out of the chicken's body, and he was still a little jealous of me, but now that I couldn't hit him with my sword several times, he was also fat, and he jumped straight at me.

I hurriedly stabbed a sword forward, but the grandson shrank in mid-air, dodged the sword, and then pulled my clothes and climbed on my shoulders, tearing open his cheeks, and his whole mouth opened to an incredible extent, and he bit me on the head.

The head is the most spiritual part of a person, if you take a bite of this thing, then it will be okay?

In a hurry, I threw away the peachwood sword in my hand and put my hands on top of my head.

The ghost baby was unrelenting, and I even felt the sharp fangs pierce my skin and puncture my veins.

I have a special natural personality, which makes my physique very special, and the ghost baby seems to like my blood very much, and I want to bite a second bite if one bite is not enough, so I hurriedly threw him out.

"Gah! Quack Quack~"

Just as I was hurriedly picking up the peachwood sword and preparing to fight the ghost baby again, I saw the ghost baby rolling on the ground with her stomach covered.

Its belly was like a glowing ball, drumming high, and something was glowing under its thin belly.

I held the mahogany sword in my hand, and approached the little ghost cautiously, for fear that it would suddenly jump up and give it to me.

A phantom flashed, and Zhu Yan ran out of the ghost girl's bones without authorization, and before I could see her movements, the little ghost had already separated from his head and turned into black smoke and drifted away.

"What the fuck are you doing!"

I was about to enjoy the pleasure of the blade ghost baby, but I was suddenly disturbed by Zhu Yan, and I was indignant in my heart, and unconsciously raised my voice and yelled at her.