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It can be seen that this man is also a fellow believer, and it is estimated that he came here to summon the spirits of women and daughters. When the woman first entered the door, she said that as long as the man could call her daughter's soul over, it would be fine to add a few more money. The fire in Liangfu had killed two maids in the previous fire, and my great-grandfather speculated that this woman might be the mother of a certain maid.

Then, the man took out a two-foot-long wooden sword, presumably peachwood, from his baggage, poked a few pieces of yellow paper beside the woman with the peachwood sword, lit it against the candle, shook it gently, and followed the muttering in his mouth. My great-grandfather couldn't make out what he was reading, it sounded a bit like a mantra or a text.

Immediately afterwards, the man motioned to the woman, and the woman hurriedly took out a large porcelain bowl from the bag, and held a handful of snow into the bowl, and then a handful of burnt paper ashes, and so on until the porcelain bowl was full.

What the purpose of the man letting the woman do this, my great-grandfather did not understand.

When my grandmother talked about this, my grandmother and I didn't understand that the man's trick was completely different from the method of conjuring spirits in our family.

After the woman filled the porcelain bowl, the man stomped on the spot and shouted: "The gods of the eight directions, listen to my orders, detain ghosts and souls, on my side, Taishang Laojun, anxious as the law!" ”

After the man finished reading, he pinched a sword trick in his left hand, and the peachwood sword in his right hand suddenly pointed at the coarse porcelain bowl, and his body sank slightly like a horse step, as if he was using mana to control the surrounding aura, and then turned his head to the woman and said, "Hurry up and call your daughter's soul." ”

The woman immediately shouted, "Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu, come back...... Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu come back, let's go with my mother......"

When the woman shouted like this, she stunned my great-grandfather, is this woman shouting soul to Liang Deren's daughter Liang Xiuxiu? However, Liang Deren's two wives were burned to death in the fire, and this woman could not be Liang Xiuxiu's mother. If it is said that there is a maid in the Liang Mansion who is also called "Xiuxiu", it is also impossible, and the name of the slave and maid cannot be the same as the name of the master of the family, which is a big taboo.

The snow was still falling, and the woman's long shout echoed through the gaps in the snowflakes flying in the sky, sounding extremely desolate.

However, after the woman shouted several times, my great-grandfather's eyes widened, and he was shocked to find that the snowflakes floating beside the woman were a little wrong, as if they had suddenly been wrapped in a whirlwind, and they were centered on the woman, and they spun around the woman rapidly.

Suddenly, a large whirlpool formed where the woman stood, and countless snow flakes in the vortex flew sideways as if cursed, indescribably weird.

The man also found out that something was wrong at this time, and suddenly he was full of spirit, like a general who was on the verge of facing the enemy, "Bah" and shouted, full of aura, followed by a pinch of the sword trick in his left hand, and the peachwood sword in his right hand "played" a beautiful sword flower, dragonfly water, and the peachwood sword "brushed" a little towards the whirlwind beside the woman, and the posture and action were both chic and in place.

If a man is singing on the stage, there should be someone in the audience at this time.

It's just that after the peachwood sword was clicked into the vortex, an unexpected strange thing came, the peachwood sword actually "soared" and burned, and the flames of the entire sword body burst out.

The man didn't seem to have expected such a result, and the beautiful and chic energy just now disappeared in an instant, and he let out a low cry of "huh", and threw away the peachwood sword in his hand in embarrassment.

The man took a step back, raised his hand and pulled out the three mixed yuan flags in his collar, grabbed them in his hands and danced them out of thin air.

I saw the heavy snow fluttering, the flag hunting, with the help of the light of the paper fire candle, the snow and the flag were intertwined, dazzling to see, at the same time, the man's mouth shouted urgently: "The demon master is here, the demon and the evil god, quickly retreat, quickly retreat!" ”

The man shouted while dancing the three-pole flag in his hand impermeable, but it was only a stalemate for more than ten seconds, and the three-pole spiritist flag also "suddenly" burned, and with the man's dance, the three-pole flag was full of flames, and the spark flew away, almost not lighting the man's clothes.

At this moment, the man seemed to be afraid, threw away the mixed yuan flag, and said to the woman in a trembling voice: "I, I said it a long time ago, this, here is heavy yin, you see, you, your daughter's soul didn't shout, and the evil ghost was ......" After speaking, he didn't care about the things in the baggage on the ground, and turned around and ran.

The woman was already frightened at this time, and sat down in the snow nest, shaking like chaff.

Seeing the man running away, the woman was even more scared, and shouted at the man's back with the courage, "Sir, sir, don't go, think of a way for me, and I will add money to you......"

The man ran faster than a rabbit at this time, and he didn't look back, "I don't want more money, you can ask for another master, this heavenly master will say goodbye, and there will be a period of ...... later."

"Sir......" The woman looked at the man's distant back and wanted to say something more.

At this moment, the snow under the woman melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it seemed that the land where the woman was located was heating up rapidly.

At the same time, in the snow not far from the woman's side, a series of steaming treacherous footprints suddenly appeared, and no one could be seen on the footprints, and they were slowly approaching the woman step by step.

Strange whirlwinds, steaming footprints. My great-grandfather saw at this time that this was a "red practice ghost" who was about to become a climate.

"Chilian Ghost" is also called "Fire Ghost", and if a person is burned to death by fire, if he is too angry during his life, his soul will become this kind of ghost after death.

"Red Practicing Ghosts" and "Red Practicing Fireflies" are different, in comparison, "Red Practicing Ghosts" are not as vicious as "Red Practicing Fireflies", however, some inexplicable fires that cannot find out the cause of the fire are almost all caused by this kind of ghost.

The only advantage of this kind of ghost is that it cannot cause spontaneous combustion of the human body, and the disadvantage is that it does not have the limitations and pertinence of "Red Practicing Firefly", which is an indiscriminate attack, burning wherever it goes. But don't worry, although this kind of ghost has no limitations and targeting, it has a certain regionality, that is, it can only move within a certain area, and this kind of ghost is rare, so far, our family has only encountered a few generations combined.

In my memory, I don't know if it was on TV or in the newspapers, I once saw a news item that said that there had been several fires in a row on the same street for several months, and the cause of the fire was unknown. I won't say much about this, it's worth "researching" and "exploring".

Straight to the point. At this time, the woman also found the steaming footprints, and she didn't care to call the man again, but when she saw the footprints coming towards her step by step, she sat on the ground and screamed hysterically. At this time, the man had already run out of the ruins of Liangfu and ran away.

Seeing the footprints approaching the woman on the ground, my great-grandfather felt that he could no longer hide, and if he hesitated any longer, this woman would definitely be in danger of her life.

My great-grandfather quickly pulled a wicker from his baggage, spun out of the broken wall, and as he ran towards the woman, he shouted, "Don't be afraid, don't move there." ”

After seven or eight steps, my great-grandfather ran to the woman, and at this time the woman was already frightened, and her whole body trembled up and down, and when she saw my great-grandfather running towards her, his mouth was open, his lips trembled, and he seemed to want to shout for help, but he couldn't make a sound.

When my great-grandfather came to the woman, he ignored the whirlwind that was still flying around her, put himself between her and the footprints, looked down at the still approaching footprints, and then raised the wicker and struck it out of thin air above the footprints.

As soon as the wicker went down, it felt as if something had been drawn, and the footprints on the ground immediately paused, but before my great-grandfather could draw it a second time, the wicker "soared" and caught fire.

My great-grandfather took a breath and was also taken aback, and then he was annoyed, blaming himself for making a mistake in his busy schedule and being too careless, because to deal with this kind of "red practice ghost", the wicker must be dipped in water to be effective.

My great-grandfather hurriedly threw away the wicker, pulled the Shoufang sword out of the baggage, and shouted: "Tiangang Beidou, draw the ground as a prison!" ”

After shouting, he put the tip of his sword against the snow in front of his feet, and drew a horizontal line between himself and the footprints, and the footprints stopped immediately when they walked to the horizontal line.

According to my grandmother, "painting the ground as a dungeon" is a method of confusing ghosts with the help of Qimen Dunjia technique, but it does not last long, and it is a kind of delaying technique. However, this method has been lost to my grandmother's generation, because my grandfather doesn't like to learn these, and many crafts have been lost to him.

My great-grandfather took advantage of the momentary confusion of the "Red Practicing Ghost", bent down and grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this moment, the horizontal line drawn by my great-grandfather with the Shoufang sword in the snow was blurred little by little, as if it had been blown away by the wind, and it seemed that the "Red Temper Ghost" had seen through my great-grandfather's methods and was about to break through the prison soon.

Seeing this, my great-grandfather held the hilt of the sword with both hands and shouted: "Borrow the power of Qiankun and swing the sword to slash the Quartet!" With a shout, he slashed a sword horizontally at the top of the footprint.

At the same time, directly above the footprints, a string of black water erupted out of thin air, scattering black mist on the ground, instantly staining a large patch of snow.

It is said that the blood of ghosts is black, and my great-grandfather's sword cut the waist of the "red ghost" into two pieces. However, whether the ghost has blood or not is still a mystery. Writing like this, some people may ask, what is your great-grandfather beheaded at this time, isn't it a ghost? No one can say what this is