After playing with my phone all afternoon, the sky outside finally gradually darkened.

But I guess it would have to wait until it was completely dark, so I waited patiently until twelve o'clock in the evening.

At twelve o'clock, I took the incense wax paper candle outside the door and came to the second floor of the villa.

On the second-floor balcony, I looked around.

Although it was twelve o'clock in the morning, the villa complex was still brightly lit, and it seemed very peaceful and peaceful, and there was no spirit or anything like that.

Think about it, this is one of the few villa areas in Qingcheng, and the shadow of the feng shui master is naturally indispensable when it is built.

I lit incense and began to burn paper money.

Since this was the first time I had done something like this, I didn't know what the process should look like.

So I did what I did on TV, while burning paper, my mouth began to babble about some people who are humane and ghosts, and let them collect the money and leave by themselves.

Halfway through the paper money, the wind suddenly blew.

Some spirits flew in from outside.

I fixed my eyes and saw that these spirits were the ones I had seen last time in Cai Yan's house.

But their IQs are so low that they've apparently forgotten how I slapped the ghost to death in the first place.

Seeing that I was burning paper here, every ghost's face showed a sarcastic sneer.

I remained silent, saying good things in my mouth as I continued to burn paper.

Until all the paper money bought is burned.

These demons still stand around me, showing no sign of leaving, and no intention of compromise.

I slowly stood up, my eyes sweeping over the ghosts who were eyeing me.

"Everyone, after receiving the money, please leave each other, and don't pester her in the future." I say.

In fact, judging by their performance, I already know it's impossible, but I'm going to give them one last chance.

These demons attacked me directly and responded to me with practical actions.

I sneered and pulled out the broken mirror.

Hmph, I can't deal with those terrible ghosts in the mental hospital, can't I deal with you?

I used a mirror to look at these ghosts, and in an instant, these ghosts, who had no ability to attack, were scattered by me and flew away in all directions.

Many of the demons got up, frightened on their faces, and tried to flee.

But I'm not going to give them that chance.

The opportunity has already been given.

Now that these guys have escaped, they may not have come back here in the future, so it is better to kill them directly now to prevent future troubles.

These ghosts are not powerful ghosts, and they have little resistance in the face of broken mirrors.

I was able to get rid of them all.

When I was done, I breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the inside of my left arm suddenly flashed with golden light.

That strange tattoo pattern turned out to be a little bigger than before, to be precise, a corner more than before.

The golden light faded quickly, as if it had never appeared.

What's going on?

I frowned, but I already knew the origin of this thing, and Brother Wyvern said that it had something to do with my life, so I didn't worry too much.

After tidying up the ground, I left the villa.

Then rushed to the police station overnight and returned the key to Cai Yan, after all, it was not a problem for her to live in the police station all the time.

"Is it solved?" She asked.

"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life."

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at me again: "You're not hurt, are you?" ”

"A group of imps who don't go into the stream, how can they hurt me."

"That's good."

Coming out of the police station, I walked alone on the empty street, still thinking about the golden light emitted from my left hand at Cai Yan's house just now.

If one day, that strange tattoo completely covers my entire arm, does it mean that my life is completely awakened?

What will happen when that happens?

I can't think of it.

Shaking my head, I stopped thinking about it, went to the next tree and urinated, and lit a cigarette to keep out the cold.

However, at this time, I suddenly looked shocked.

I saw that back again!

Under the dim street lamp, a slanted shadow was disappearing, and he was holding a large black plastic bag in his hand, and the contents seemed to be not light.

It's this back, I've seen it in school before, then in the Third People's Hospital, and now, I've seen it on the street again!

For some reason, I vaguely felt that the first two appearances of this back should be inseparable from me, and this time, it should be a coincidence!

Without much hesitation, I quietly followed him.

Since it was night, this kind of tracking was extremely easy to detect, so I didn't follow closely, and kept a distance of about 100 meters from the person in front of me.

And the man seemed to be in a hurry, and did not notice that someone was following him.

He crossed two blocks in a row before finally running into a wooded area by the lake.

Looking at the dark woods, I couldn't help but feel a little drumming in my heart.

Pulling out the short knife from my waist, I suddenly gained confidence again and walked straight into the woods.

With no fingers in the woods and no lights nearby, it stands to reason that I should be blind, but for some reason, my night vision seems to have become much better than it had been a few days ago.

I can barely see my surroundings clearly.

I slowed down and walked in the direction that the back had just walked into.

In fact, I had just stumbled upon a glimpse of his face, but it turned out to be a little hard for me to believe.

I crept up close to where he was, and finally hid behind a bush.

I found this guy with his back to me, crouched on the ground, his hands raised above his head, and doing some strange movements.

It's like some kind of ritual.

His strange behavior made it difficult for me to associate him with the grumpy old man of the day.

That's right, this figure I've seen more than once turned out to be the old man in charge of the dormitory that I hate very much!

In front of him was the plastic bag he was holding just now, which contained something that was too dim to see, and about two meters in front of him, there was a female paper figure.

The workmanship of this paper figure is very exquisite, far more exquisite than the ordinary paper figure used for burning, as if carved out of a living person's mold.

And what shocked me the most was that the appearance of this paper figure was exactly the same as Qin Hong.

The old man in charge of the dormitory actually knew about Qin Hong?

I thought about it carefully, and when I first approached him to ask him about the old school building, he seemed to be extremely resistant, and even angry.

Now that I think about it, it turns out that this guy has a ghost in his heart.

I held my breath and stared at him intently.

I saw him kneeling on the ground, holding out the contents of the black plastic bag one by one with both hands, and piling them at the feet of the paper man.

The handful looked slimy, just like a slime, pale red in color, with black lines in between.

Just as I was wondering what this was, the red sticky object actually crawled towards Qin Hong's paper figure and quickly drilled into her body.

At the same time, the old man in charge of the dormitory also grabbed the remaining sticky object in the plastic bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

His face was gloomy, but his gaze was intoxicated, and he chewed heavily, as if he was enjoying the process.

In the open woods, chewing and swallowing are constantly emitted.

After about ten minutes, the meal was finished.

Qin Hong's paper figures, from the two feet to the area below the knees, have changed a lot.

From almost white, to a blood-like red.

Qin Hong was originally a red-clothed ghost, could it be that after being slapped away by me, he was downgraded?

Looking at this situation, I'm afraid it's not that simple.

The old man stood up from the ground with an intoxicated expression.

He walked up to the paper man, reached out and stroked the paper man's head, and his eyes showed a look of love.

No, the word greed is more appropriate to describe his eyes.

He whispered something to the paper man, this scene made my expression a little exciting, could this paper man still understand his words?

Just as this thought crossed my mind, he suddenly turned his head, looked at where I was hiding, and let out a weird smile.

"I don't say, how long are you going to hide?"

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