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It happened on the seventh day after Huang Guihua's death.

From the moment the sun set, Tian Dazhu felt that the Taoist temple was gloomy, and it seemed to be shrouded in a resentful mood.

He was a little scared in his heart, after all, a living person was eaten by himself like that. When he thought of this, he always felt something moving in his stomach, as if Huang Osmanthus was struggling to climb out inside.

But when he thought of the inhuman torture he had endured in little Japan, that little fear was completely suppressed by humiliation and anger.

He even thought that even if Huang Guihua's ghost really dared to come back to him to ask for his life, he would make her unable to even be a ghost. Lao Tzu can eat you when he is alive, and Lao Tzu can't be afraid of you when he is dead!

He lit a candle in the middle of the hall, hid himself in the corner of the hall, held a stack of yellow paper, and drew the strange patterns with cinnabar on the patterns on the book.

As soon as the third watch arrived, the candle in the center of the main hall was suddenly blown out by a gust of wind. Tian Dazhu's hands trembled, and the book in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap".

But soon he calmed down and kept telling himself not to be afraid, this girl deserves it! Besides, he can eat her alive, and he can still be frightened by her ghost?

"Snap"

It seemed that something had fallen beside him, Tian Dazhu reached out and touched it, it was soft and sticky, and he came to his eyes to take a closer look, and he was so frightened that he threw it out directly.

It turned out to be a bloody human face!

"Giggles."

A strange laugh rang out in the hall, and the laughter was mixed with endless resentment.

Tian Dazhu's voice trembled and shouted:

"You come out for Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu is not afraid of you! ”

He was answered by a deathly silence.

Tian Dazhu gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground with a "Teng", and his anger completely covered his fear. He walked over and stomped the face, a stream of blood splattering onto his face.

He wiped a handful of blood from his face, put it to his mouth and licked it, and walked towards the outside of the main hall with a sly smile.

A gust of wind blew, Tian Dazhu shrank his neck, and a jar flew over his scalp and fell to the ground with a "snap".

No matter how he said it, he had followed the old Tao for so many years, and he more or less knew a little bit about how to deal with ghosts, otherwise he would not have urinated in the place where Huang Guihua's bones were buried.

Tian Dazhu threw off the clothes on his body, stood in the courtyard shirtless, holding the peachwood sword of the old way in his hand, and slammed it into the place where the bones were buried.

"Ahh

A sharp wail rang out, and an almost transparent shadow slowly appeared next to the peachwood sword. It is exactly what the yellow osmanthus looks like.

She was naked, her face was bloody, and she writhed in pain.

Tian Dazhu lit the talismans he had just drawn in his hand and threw them on her body, and suddenly a burst of green smoke came out, making a "zizi" sound.

Tian Dazhu didn't care about her terrible wail, bit his finger, dripped blood on the peachwood sword, and muttered viciously:

"Damn, let Lao Tzu be a dog, Lao Tzu will make you a ghost and you will not be at peace!"

The voice faded down, and everything was quiet again.

For a long time, Tian Dazhu fell to the ground like a deflated ball, gasping for breath.

Escaping this catastrophe was actually just a mistake, but he seemed to have discovered something from it...

From that day on, Tian Dazhu went to the bottom of the mountain every once in a while to catch a woman, he picked out the kind of girls who wore demonic spirits, and they didn't look serious at first glance, and when they came back, they not only ate meat, but also let them teach themselves to read.

Slowly, he realized that the book was not a method of exorcism and suppression of ghosts at all, but a special way to detain ghosts and refine the body.

I don't know who researched it, but it's been a hundred or two hundred years ago.

Tian Dazhu devoted himself to studying that book, and after a long time, he really learned something.

He began to breed a worm, and by planting a woman's hair in the body of the worm, he could imprison the woman's soul.

He feeds on human flesh for many years, causing a large amount of corpse oil to ooze from his skin. Usually, you can only paste the incense ash on your face, otherwise the corpse oil will flow down directly.

Later, when the war ended, he simply hid in the mountains, and while continuing to study the book, he continued to catch women for experiments.

After the reform and opening up, he seemed to smell the smell of opportunity, and quietly sneaked back to Butterfly Mountain, lived in a dilapidated Taoist temple, and drove those ghosts to solve the doubts of the pilgrims who came to offer incense to solve their doubts.

Once he meets a woman with a decent appearance, he will ask her to keep a hair, saying that it is used to ask questions, but in fact, he wants to control the other party.

The woman who gave her hair would return to the Taoist temple again under his control, and the flesh would be eaten by him, and the soul would be imprisoned.

Not only that, Tian Dazhu's body was already terminally ill at the age of sixty-five, but he insisted on sealing his soul in his body and continued to be his old man, and ordinary people couldn't tell that he was dead.

The souls of those whom he held in custody were to be used not only for their use, but also for their fornication. After he became that inhuman and ghostly, he unexpectedly found that he could really touch ghosts, and Tian Dazhu, who had never touched a woman in his life, could be regarded as a meat.

His method of imprisoning souls was so strange that none of them had been able to escape from him for years.

The pavilion was specially built by him to suppress those ghosts, especially the plaque, which was made of a soul mirror, which could not be seen at all on weekdays, and the sun's light would not reflect on it, but it was impossible to avoid the unnatural light. ”

Seeing this, I can't help but congratulate myself on the wisdom of bringing a flashlight that day.

If I hadn't had a flashlight that day, I wouldn't have found anything.

I originally thought that the story would end here, but after a short time, QQ rang again:

"My name is Qin Yu, when I went to Mengyunguan, I was only sixteen years old, because I was weak since I was a child, so my parents took me to pray for blessings, but I didn't expect my nightmare to start at that time.

The weather was fine that day, but as soon as I reached the top of the mountain, I felt that the temperature instantly became cold, but my parents didn't seem to feel anything, but said that it was because of my poor physique.

Walking into the Taoist temple, that feeling is even stronger, especially when I see the Taoist priest, I always feel that he is weird, and there seems to be a smell of rot on his body.

He kept staring at me, and after watching for a while, I could feel an evil in his gaze.

He said that I had a bad life and needed to break it, and he wanted a hair with my roots.

The day after I got home, I started to feel flustered and irritable, and I always had the urge to jump off when I stood by the window. ”

When I saw this, my heart moved, but before I could think about it, there was a sudden knock on the door...