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The sudden knock on the door frightened Qian Mingwen into screaming, and he crawled out with a rolling belt.

I ignored him and walked to the back room, thinking about what to do at night.

Qian Mingwen opened the door and went out, and as soon as he arrived in the yard, he heard a dog barking outside, I hurried to the window to look, only to see that the two big Tibetan mastiffs were running around the yard without leashes, and were chasing Qian Mingwen. Qian Mingwen, a fat man, was able to count six legs at this moment, and his big crotch was split, and he used his strength to eat, and he didn't let the Tibetan mastiff catch up for a few seconds. With his instantaneous speed, there is no problem in participating in the Olympics and getting a card.

He cried as he ran: "Help! Dog leash, I beg you, hurry up and leash! ”

A big man lazily said: "Who the let you go out of the house casually, you will bite when you get out of the house, you deserve it!" ”

Qian Mingwen saw me standing at the door, swished like a rocket, and jumped directly into the house, and then the Tibetan mastiff also chased after me. I was a little frightened, so I quickly closed the door, and the Tibetan mastiff lay on the door panel, whining and clawing at the door panel, making a creepy sound.

Qian Mingwen slumped on the sofa, panting breathlessly: "I said brother, you, don't open the door." ”

I couldn't help but laugh: "Aren't you leaving?" ”

"Love my mother, both ends are dead, I might as well live with the little ghost, at least the little ghost won't bite me." Qian Mingwen was lying on the sofa, sweaty and panting.

I was joking with him, someone knocked on the door, and after the door opened, it was Sister Qi, who brought us food. The lunch box contained steaming hot meals, and two bottles of Sprite, and I don't know where they got the hot meals so quickly. With so many people here, it must have its own kitchen.

I broke my chopsticks and gobbled it up, and Qian Mingwen calmed down at this time and ate some more.

After eating, Sister Qi said, "How do you want to get it at night, how do you need me to cooperate?" ”

"I don't need you for a while." I say.

"Then I'll go," Sister Qi said, "I live in the courtyard next to me, and if there is something to make the people outside scream." She was so frightened that she had her lunch box packed up and fled the room.

I was full of food and drink, and I sat on the couch and hiccuped.

Qian Mingwen looked at me stupidly, "Brother, when the time comes, you will fix yours, I will stay here and not disturb you." ”

I looked at my watch: "Don't worry, I'll sleep for a while, and I'll do it at midnight." ”

I just lay on the couch with my eyes closed and pretended to sleep. Qian Mingwen admired me, "Brother, I just knew that you have such a big heart and are not in a panic, and you will definitely be a pillar of talent in the future." ”

I closed my eyes and smiled. If this fat man talks in Beijing, you have to go to Hainan Island to listen, true and false, and his mouth is full of guns.

Maybe it was too frightened this night, but now it has calmed down, it was supposed to be a fake sleep, who knows if it really slept. I don't know when I fell asleep, I sat up in a daze, the room was deserted, and Qian Mingwen fell asleep on his back on another single sofa.

The room was cold and the temperature was very low, and I vaguely felt that there were more people in the house, so I turned my head to look at it suddenly. I saw a monk in crimson monk's robes, standing in front of the closed door of the inner room, staring inside. I could see inside the door, where there was a snow-white child, looming in the darkness, staring at the monk outside the door.

I was inexplicably shocked all over my body, and suddenly woke up, only to realize that I had just had an extremely vivid dream.

I turned over and sat up, and I accidentally saw that on the single sofa next to me, Qian Mingwen was sleeping on his back facing the sky, just like the scene in the dream just now.

I felt strange in my heart, and quickly turned back to look at the door of the inner room, which was empty, there were no monks, and I could not see the situation in the door.

Why is this thing so weird, and there is an indescribable feeling of disgust. A little boy appeared in the dream, it was a little ghost, which makes sense, but where did the monk come from?

As soon as I thought about it, the relics hanging on my chest burned and burned to my skin. It occurred to me that yes, that monk was probably the Yin Spirit of a Burmese monk!

I sat cross-legged on the sofa, meditated with my eyes closed, trying to communicate with the yin spirit of the relic, and soon the yin spirit spread all over my body, and at this time, I was a mage with great mana.

I began to recite the exorcism scriptures that my third uncle had taught me. As soon as the mantra was put together, I felt that the temperature of the whole room had dropped again, and I opened my eyes while chanting the mantra, and at this time I opened my yin and yang eyes, and I could see the yin and evil qi.

I saw a large amount of black yin qi gushing out from the crack under the door of the inner room, which was so thick that the outhouse seemed to be thrown into tear gas, and the black gloomy qi began to fill every corner of the room.

While reciting the mantra, I got up from the couch and slowly walked to the door of the back room. Although there was a door away, my heart was pounding, and I had a strong premonition that there was an extremely terrifying existence hidden in the door.

I stood in front of the door and stared at the door.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I was shocked, how did this scene look so much like the scene in the dream just now, when the monk confronted the little ghost in the house.

At this time, there was movement behind him, Qian Mingwen woke up at some point, hugged his shoulder: "It's cold, it's cold, what's wrong." ”

I ignored him, still staring at this door, I changed the scriptures, no longer reciting the third uncle's exorcism Sutra, but replaced it with the Burmese Heart Sutra. This Heart Sutra also has the effect of driving away evil spirits and calming the gods, and at that time, it also persuaded Azan Wenluo to descend from the flying head.

As soon as I thought about it, the black gas really forced it. I'm confronting the little devil inside, and it's hard for anyone to move, it's like a tug-of-war.

At that moment, someone kicked me in the back, and I was so engrossed in dealing with the imp that I almost didn't kick me out. I mixed garlic under my feet, slammed on the door, and when I looked back, it was Qian Mingwen who kicked me.

Qian Mingwen's face was as white as paper, but his eyes were as black as ink, and the whites of his eyes could no longer be seen. His mouth kept making the sound of "ha~~ha".

I was shocked, no, this is a ghost. Could it be that the little ghost has already come out of the house?

I looked closely, Qian Mingwen's body was full of black energy, but there was no shadow of a little ghost, he was probably just confused by ghosts and lost his mind.

Qian Mingwen jumped over with a leap, I didn't dodge, he stuck my neck tightly, and I couldn't breathe.

I hammered him twice with my hand, it was useless, I regretted it a little at this time, I knew that it was so dangerous to subdue demons and eliminate demons, it was better to follow Erlong to learn two-handed kung fu to defend myself.

Qian Mingwen is a fat man in the end, his body strength is not lost, and his hands are getting tighter and tighter, I really can't breathe, and my consciousness is beginning to blur.

He was controlled by the ghosts, and now the important thing is to cut off his connection with the little ghosts inside.

In a hurry, I grabbed the relic on my chest, pulled it hard, pulled it off my neck, and then pressed it between Qian Mingwen's eyebrows. My relics are protected by the sincere thoughts of the monk's yin spirit, and they are a very good magic weapon in themselves.

As soon as he pressed to Yintang, Qian Mingwen's whole body trembled, let out an inhuman strange scream, let go of his hand and fell to the ground.

I held the relic in one hand and dragged him to the door with the other. You can't let him stay in the house anymore, it's better without him, it's a drag with him!

I kicked the door with my foot and shouted, "Someone, someone." ”

There was a dog barking outside, and then there was a sound of footsteps, and someone opened the door and poked his head in with sleepy eyes: "What are you doing?" The man then struck a spirit: "Love my mother, why is it so cold in this house?!" ”

The Tibetan mastiff outside is like crazy, screaming "Wangwang", not to mention my house, the lights of several surrounding bungalows are all on. Several big men dragged their slippers and came out sleepy-eyed, "What's the matter?" ”

I scared them with pure heart: "The little ghost inside is about to rush out, my brother is fascinated by ghosts!" ”

Don't look at these bastards, there are usually five or six people, but the more people like this, the more afraid of ghosts, when they see that the house is dark and gloomy, they are so frightened that they scream, and they all run away after a while.

I looked at Qian Mingwen who was unconscious on the ground, and thought to myself that you are also declining, no one cares about you, so there is no way.

I threw him at the door, then closed the door and let him lie down outside.

I went back into the house, re-tied the relic back to my neck with a broken rope, and then came to the back door, where I took a deep breath and slammed the door open.

It's dark inside and not in the middle of winter.

The sweat on my head is down, I don't really want to go in, and I don't want to anger the little ghost, and it has no grievances, why bother wading into this troubled water. But no, Su Ye will come early tomorrow morning and ask for a result, no matter what, I have to have an explanation.

I went into the back room and slowly walked to the altar, it was so cold, it was like a dozen large freezers "hissing" out. The cold doesn't just swirl around the skin, but it also burrows into the cracks of the bones. Within a few minutes, I had a feeling of cold.

I crouched in front of the altar and fumbled for a lighter on the table, which I lit and shone on the statue of the monkey in Hesse.

I slowly raised the lighter according to the direction I remembered, found the candles on it, lit them one by one, and the flames slowly burned, and there was some light in the room.