Most souls have no grudges, and most of the imps are resentful spirits that humans try to kill and imprison. Occasionally, there are exceptions to the fate of untimely death, and after death, they will definitely be used by evil people to feed them with blood to harm others.

In general, the ghost soul is imprisoned and forced to do things for others, so the resentment is great, and the slightest carelessness will be counterattacked.

When Ji Zimo first met Master Kang Zhentian, he didn't hear about the little ghost, because the master never revealed that he used to be a fortune teller, but after accidentally getting drunk, he spit out the truth after drinking.

When the master was sober, Ji Zimo asked him about his words, and he flatly denied it.

After that, Ji Zimo thought of a way to record his master's words with a tape recorder and release them when he sobered up.

At this point, Kang Zhentian couldn't escape the truth and admitted that he was a fortune teller. Because he understands this aspect, he was taken by the leaders of the funeral home by chance, and he specially invited the funeral home to specialize in supernatural events. There are countless supernatural incidents that have occurred in funeral homes, and many of them can only be settled by the master.

Master's upgrade is also faster than the average person, from an ordinary level mortician to a special level mortician master.

Someone also acted as a matchmaker for the single master, but Ji Zimo heard him say that people are more unreliable than ghosts, so he stayed single until he disappeared.

Ji Zimo understood that Xingling made him feel the pain of Kang Min before and after the accident, it was not a simple car crash, but another thing, that is, the ghost doll took the opportunity to occupy Kang Min's body. Take her climbing and jumping behavior, the whole behavior of a stubborn baby.

and tree climbing, Ji Zimo still remembers him when he was a child, and he also likes to climb trees. Girls, on the other hand, prefer to kick shuttlecock and play some elegant sports.

Ji Zimo was surprised that he was observing a body occupied by two spiritual objects from the perspective of a bystander, and the bitter Kang Min still didn't know where to go. Perhaps her soul has drifted to an unknown place.

"She didn't go far, waiting for you at the end of the road." Star Spirit said. Chong Ji Zimo beckoned, and then whispered a few words to him.

"Is that okay?" Ji Zimo's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Why not?" The star spirit sighed and said, "Don't worry! I'm guarding you on the side, you can rest assured to find it. ”

Ji Zimo pointed to a pile of silk grass underground, pouted, and said, "Lying here?" ”

Xing Ling chuckled and said, "If you don't lie here, do you still want to go to a five-star hotel?" In this barren mountain range, not to mention five-star hotels, even villages are difficult to find. She put her hands on the pergola and looked east and west.

"Are you sure the ghost doll is controlling her soul inside?"

"When did you stop believing me?" Xing Ling glanced at him, looked up at the sky and said, "Until it gets dark, I can't help it." ”

Ji Zimo looked at the sky, indeed, it was located in the barren mountains and mountains. The sky was gray, overcast and cold, the steep peaks became hazy and unclear, and the wild plants that grew tenaciously in the steep peaks hung their heads in frustration.

Jackdaws hover overhead, flying low, making small chirps. It was as if they were calling for their children to come home, and it was like whispering about the uneasiness of the coming night.

This is a precursor to the onset of night, and as the Star Spirit says, if it continues to consume time, it will be too late.

I have seen countless times in my dreams that the endless dark road that extends far away, and there is always a familiar and strange person waiting at the end of the road. The person who is waiting for him to help this time is none other than Kang Min.

Kang Min's soul is controlled by the ghost doll in the dark world, unless Ji Zimo enters the dark world to guide her out, otherwise she will be destroyed by the ghost doll for the rest of her life.

The evil ghost doll, I don't know if Kang Min saved him out of kindness, or if he had ulterior motives to use him for something, in short, she is now in danger.

The star spirit stepped out of Kangmin's body.

The ghost doll returned to its true nature, grabbed and bit at Ji Zimo, and a pair of evil eyes glared at him viciously.

Ji Zimo didn't understand, in his consciousness, the ghost doll also found a wild ginseng for Kang Min, why was she controlled in the dark world?

Xing Ling said, "Wild ginseng is useless to Kang Min, she is weak, bleeding, and her consciousness is in a state of confusion. The ghost doll took advantage of the void and introduced her soul into the dark world, and her body successfully became the ghost doll's host. ”

"I see." Ji Zimo sighed, let go of his hand and let the star spirit cast a spell to make the ghost doll fall asleep. Then, he lay side by side next to Kang Min's body, watching Xing Ling's hair tied up, his charming face was natural, he was dressed in plain white, and he was slim and jade in the wild grass, quite fairy-like, and he was stupid for a while.

The star spirit chuckled and prompted, "Be mindful, calm down, take a deep breath and fall asleep." "She's hypnotic? Ji Zimo was secretly surprised, only to feel that his eyelids were so heavy, so heavy, and the people in front of him were getting more and more blurred-

The Star Spirit finally prompted: "Don't trust any creature in the Dark Realm easily, and don't bring kindness to the Dark Realm. ”

Ji Zimo opened his eyes again, this feeling was like he had just woken up, and when he opened his eyes, it was all black in front of him, and he couldn't help but be frightened.

In the darkness, a winding path stretches far, far away.

The words of the star spirit seem to be in your ears, don't easily believe the disguise mask of any creature in the dark realm, and don't bring kindness into the dark realm. What does she mean by that? Could it be that there are other people in the dark world besides the ghost doll and Kang Min! Ji Zimo secretly guessed and walked a few steps cautiously.

After taking a few steps, he didn't feel anything unusual, and he quickened his pace and rushed forward.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~" I don't know from where the sound of the ball slapping, this sound is very familiar to Ji Zimo, and the ball is also his only favorite toy when he was a child. The sound of the ball was getting closer, and it bounced vividly out of the darkness, rolling to his feet.

Ji Zimo looked at the ball in a daze, looking at the position where the ball bounced out, he seemed to see a shrunken figure hidden in the darkness. Under his curious gaze, a seven or eight-year-old naughty boy really came out of the darkness, and asked with an innocent smile on his immature face, "Brother, have you seen my ball?" ”

Ji Zimo bent down to pick up the ball and handed it over with both hands.

The urchin was not in a hurry to catch the ball, but grinned and said, "Brother, can you play the ball with me?" ”

"Not good. I still have something. Ji Zimo ruthlessly refused the naughty boy and ran away without looking back. The sound of the ball knocking ~ bang ~ bang ~ was gradually left behind. But he always felt that there was a pair of eyes behind him staring straight at him, and the owner of these eyes was the naughty boy just now.

With an evil gaze, Ji Zimo felt a cold back, and it was like an invisible wind whizzing, almost lifting the clothes on his back, and his skin contracted like a shock. He didn't dare to look back, for fear of seeing a white grimace with a pair of blood-red eyes.

Ji Zimo ran and ran, and suddenly there was a strange laugh from the dark space. He subconsciously slowed down his pace and looked around vigilantly, there was nothing but the endless road that stretched all the way.

There were no plants, no houses, no sky, just boundless black.

Darkness is Ji Zimo's biggest natural enemy, he has been afraid of the dark since he was a child, afraid of sleeping alone in bed, and always after his mother left after telling the story, he began to think crankily. Thinking about whether there would be a crouching ghost under the bed, he slowly reached out and grabbed him while waiting for him to fall asleep.

I wonder if the door will open quietly, and a haired female ghost floats in from outside the door.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, so he simply pulled the futon to cover his whole body, and he didn't dare to come out until he was too sleepy and fell asleep unconsciously.

Dad always said that he loves fantasy, and there are many things that don't exist, and he fantasizes about them. But in the matter of grandma, my father was speechless, if it was a child's fantasy, then how could the door be penetrated?

It was only after the grandmother's incident that my father decisively sent him out.

Ji Zimo's hobby is painting. He always can't help but draw the ugly ghost face he saw in his dreams from memory, and occasionally draw a special corpse. What frightened him was one of the paintings, although the painting was burned by the master, but his memory was so good that in the special environment, the face in the painting involuntarily appeared.

Ji Zimo was frightened by the paintings he had drawn. He was a grimace drawn after an unsuccessful sneak attack by a demonic spirit.

The grimace was sunken in the sockets, and there were no black holes in the eyes, but there was a terrifying vision, especially the huge open and torn mouth. The owner of the grimace fell from the stairs and died, as if he was hiding from a loan shark, and accidentally fell from the construction site that had just been half-built, and died on the spot with blood splattered.

Ji Zimo was responsible for repairing this corpse, but he also had nightmares repeatedly because of the repair of this corpse. He wanted to find out the reason, so he drew this face from memory, and after drawing this face, he was even more uneasy.

In his sleep, a sneaky and fast-moving shadow frequently appeared, the shadow moved to the face he had drawn, and then stretched out Bai Sensen's ghostly claws and lifted the painting to smash at him. Moreover, the face in the painting actually has the same hideous expression as a human, he is smiling, and his blood-red tongue sticks out from his open mouth, which is very real to roll people.

Several times because of this nightmare, Ji Zimo fell into a state of mental breakdown, but fortunately, Master Kang Zhentian found out and cast a spell in time to burn the painting so that he didn't continue to have that nightmare.

Now in Ji Zimo's mind, I don't know what's going on, and that face overlaps again.

"Hey, hey, hey~haha~hee." All kinds of sinister jokes, countless sneaky black shadows in the darkness appeared in leaps.

This is not terrible, what is terrible is that Ji Zimo saw a painting appear out of thin air in front of him.

It's that face in the picture.

A slender shadow moved at breakneck speed, the illusion of a serpentine crawling towards the face.

Ji Zimo was extremely nervous, he couldn't wait to step on the shadow with one foot, so that the shadow couldn't move a bit.

A shadow is a shadow, and he moves at an astonishing speed.

Soon the shadow was already standing behind the face, and then there was movement on the left, five white fingers holding the edge of the face, and five white fingers on the right, holding the edge of the face in amazement.

Then with a sly laugh, he exhaled, and his face was three-dimensional, and a straight pen flew towards Ji Zimo.

Ji Zimo held his breath, must be nervous, clenched his fists and said to himself: "It's fake, it's all fake." Then he suddenly attacked, with a loud bang, and he had already pounced on the face in front of him, burning on his own. The light shines all around, cold and bare, with no plants or creatures in the real world.

The light quickly went out, and the surroundings became dark again. Ji Zimo regained his spirit and strode forward, firmly believing that there was someone waiting for his help at the end of the road.

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