After the candle was lit, I sat cross-legged in front of the altar and calmed down to let the yin spirit in the relics go up.

When I opened my eyes again, I was startled, and on top of the altar, there was a child standing in the air. I could only see two snow-white little feet in my position, and I wanted to raise my head to look up, but I couldn't lift my neck, as if I was hanging a big stone, and the spine of my neck hurt.

I could only see the child's two knees, and subconsciously judged that he should be less than ten years old, very thin, dry as if he had been drained of blood.

My heart was beating violently, and I faintly felt that the little ghost floated above my head, and my two feet stepped on the door of my head, I wanted to hide, I couldn't dodge, I wanted to raise my head, I couldn't lift up, the whole person was like a nest was stuffed in a crack, I couldn't stretch and move, and it was more uncomfortable than death.

I couldn't breathe in my chest socket, and I quickly began to recite the Burmese Heart Sutra silently, and the temperature around me was getting colder and colder. Suddenly, I heard a shrill sound, like a child howling, and like the white noise of an electric current.

My body was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, as if I had a high fever of 39 degrees, and I felt uncomfortable. But I gritted my teeth, I must not stop at this time, if I stop, I will definitely die!

At this moment, I suddenly dizzy, and my brain was dizzy. When I woke up again, I noticed that my surroundings had changed.

I sat in a strange room, where the altar in front of me had been turned into an old-fashioned cupboard, and the rest of the empty places had tables and chairs, and on the table was a vase with flower arrangements.

It seems that I was not in a secret room, but in the house of some old man, and looking at the furniture, it must have been at least fifty years ago.

While I was stunned, a group of middle-aged couples came up the stairs with a Southeast Asian accent, but I was miraculously able to understand them.

Someone in the group said, "Record the record, record what these two bad guys said." ”

Someone moved a table, put all the vases and radios on it, and left the table empty. They pressed the husband to a chair and interrogated him in a matter-of-fact manner: "Did you study in France in your early years?" ”

The man struggled: "I've been there, but I'm not a bad guy, I'm patriotic." ”

"You bourgeois bad elements, you just have a hard mouth, don't give some color to see, don't know how powerful we are." The man threw the pen aside, handed it over to the people below, and sentenced him in a plastic bag.

Someone took out a thick transparent plastic bag and put it over the man's head, and the mouth underneath was tied with a rope.

The air in the plastic bag was thin, and there were no more breaths, and the whole bag was attached to the man's face, and he desperately opened his mouth to suck it, but he couldn't suck anything at all. He tried to struggle, but his hands were tightly tied to the chair, and he couldn't let go.

His body began to twist and struggle, and someone let go of the chair, and he fell to the ground with the chair. His face turned red, then dark purple, then white, and his body writhed on the floor.

Everyone was looking at him, watching him die little by little, and his wife was so frightened that she had fainted. The other executioners, with satisfied smiles on their faces, seemed to particularly enjoy the process of killing.

In less than ten minutes, the man was dead, with his mouth wide open, and the plastic bag was all pasted on his face, clinging to it, and the shape was extremely terrifying.

I sat not far away, cold sweat all over my body, my heart was beating weakly, and my breathing was weak.

After the man died, he was incontinent and smelled in the house.

Someone dragged his body to the window and threw it down. Then he lifted the woman up and pressed her to a chair, and the woman was still unconscious, and someone carried a bucket of water and splashed it directly on her face.

The woman woke up, and the person who recorded it picked up the pen and asked her to confess, and the woman was scared and stupid, what did she say, and confessed a lot, anyway, all kinds of basins were planted on the dead man. The executioners were so pleased that they asked her to draw her fingerprints. When everything was done, the executioner pretended to take out a small red notebook and said, "The bad guys are so evil that they can be summarily executed." ”

The woman was scared silly.

The men took a wire, slowly wrapped it around the woman's neck, and tightened it. After strangulation, kick the wire so that the whole wire is strangled deep into the neck.

One big man pressed the woman under her ass and didn't let her move, and the other three big men dragged the wire like a tug-of-war, and the woman couldn't get angry. The time was very fast, only a dozen seconds, his eyes were white, his face was red, his hands and feet were not moving, and he died in less than a minute.

These people are simply experts in killing people, after killing, there is no blood at all, at most incontinence is a little smelly, and the ground is still clean.

These people guarded the dead bodies and smoked cigarettes, laughing with each other, saying that this house could be reserved for which cadres to live, it was really good, warm in winter and cool in summer.

At this time, someone suddenly saw me, whistled, and said with a smile, There is a small one.

A few people grabbed me and dragged me out. I was terrified and completely out of control.

I suddenly understood that the scene I saw now was probably the scene of the little ghost before he died. Sister Qi told me that this little ghost has an extraordinary background, but he died in the Khmer Rouge period, and his death was very miserable, and the whole family was destroyed, so there was such a big resentment.

There's a good chance I'm empathizing with the little ghost now. In Grandpa's notes, there is a large chapter dedicated to ghosts, why dealing with ghosts is extremely dangerous, because gods have supernatural powers, and ghosts also have ghost powers. Ghosts are formed by resentment, belonging to the condensation of negative energy, after people come into contact, they are infected by their emotions, and empathize with ghosts, as the saying goes, let ghosts be lost.

Even if you are a ghost king in Malaysia, if you encounter a ghost with a particularly strong grievance, you may also be fascinated by ghosts, and you will be delirious.

It is said that in the house of the ghost king in Malaysia, there is a supreme ghost object, who died in a car accident before his death, and he is very angry, and he can't find such an evil thing in the whole Southeast Asia, but it is the treasure of the ghost king's town.

If this is the empathy of the little ghosts, I can predict how I will be cleaned up by these executioners, that is, I am pressed under the leg of the table, and my head is crushed alive!

Sure enough, I was stuffed under the legs of the table by them, and then the big men jumped up in the air and pressed heavily on the table, joking with each other. At this moment, my head was under hundreds of pounds of pressure, and I could hear the "crunch" of my skull.

The piercing pain came like a tidal wave, and I lost consciousness in the intense pain...... I don't know how long it took, I slowly woke up, and found myself lying on the ground, my clothes were soaked, I sat up suddenly, and found that I was still in Su Ye's secret room.

I sat against the wall for a long time, thinking back to the pain, I was fascinated by the little ghost, and I also experienced his death in the illusion.

It's just too painful, compared to this death, the experience of squatting in prison before is like accompanying a child to live at home.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, and Sister Qi's voice came in: "Wang Qiang, are you inside?" ”

I got up and was about to open the door, when I suddenly felt something grab at the hem of my clothes, and I looked down and saw a small snow-white hand. I was so frightened that my scalp exploded, and I quickly opened the door, it was bright outside, Su Ye was standing at the door, his face was indescribable, and Gu Jing Wubo stared at me tightly. Qian Mingwen squatted in the corner, like a prisoner.

Su Ye walked in and looked at me: "You stayed in there all night last night?" ”

I was weak and nodded.

Sister Qi took a small mirror from her bag and gave it to me, and whispered, "Look at your own face." ”

I picked up the mirror and looked at it, my hairs stood up, and I was like a ghost in the mirror, my face was as white as paper, my lips were bright red, my eyes were slightly blue, and my whole body was a ghost.

I pulled the mirror away and looked at my whole body, and I looked like a migrant worker who had been moving bricks for three days, depressed to the extreme.

Su Ye asked, "Do you have any eyebrows?" ”

I said weakly, "This little devil is so angry that last night I fell into the path and entered the realm of his death." "I told me what happened last night, focusing on how this little devil died.

After finishing speaking, the room full of people did not speak, and Sister Qi was so frightened that she took a few steps back and hid behind those gangsters.

Su Ye sighed: "Khmer Rouge, a tragedy in the world, I didn't expect it to be so inhuman." ”

Others chimed in, "It's inhuman, it's really inhuman." ”

Su Ye said: "Then do you have a way to calm the little ghost's resentment?" ”

I smiled bitterly: "This little devil died too miserably, and he has the blessings of Southeast Asian Dharma, which is extremely vicious, and I can't do anything for the time being." ”

"No way, just waste time, pull it out and feed the dogs." A bastard pointed at my nose and scolded.

Su Ye shook his head: "Don't be impulsive, Xiao Wang has done his best." ”

I cried with a sad face: "Master Su, I really can't help it, even if you kill me with a thousand knives, I won't be able to do it." ”

Su Ye sat on the sofa, knocked on Erlang's leg, snapped his fingers, and Sister Qi hurriedly took out the cigar box and sent it over.

Su Ye said: "I see that you are so young and lowly in Taoism, so it is not difficult for you." ”

I hurriedly thanked him and pulled Qian Mingwen to leave.

Su Ye said: "I still have to find another master, but what if something goes wrong in the process of finding a master?" ”

I didn't speak, waiting for his next words.

Su Ye said: "Last night I slept the best sleep in these days, I had no dreams all night, and there were no little ghosts to disturb me at all. And last night, the little ghost went to fiddle with you, little Wang. So ......"

He smoked his cigar and said, "Before I find the master, you and Lao Qian will stay in this room, not allowed to go out for a single step, and eliminate the disaster for me!" ”

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