It's strange to say, the mentality of these rich people is also awesome enough, and they are not afraid to live in such a big house?

After entering the villa, I closed the door casually, and at the moment of closing, I only felt a shiver violently, and a cold and biting cold air burst out of the soles of my feet.

"You don't need to process ghost movies in this place." I turned my head to look at the dimly lit hall, and my heart froze.

The windows were closed, but the curtains were not closed, and the sunlight was sporadically pouring in through the windows, which was very soft, but whoever entered the hall and saw this situation would invariably feel that this place was really dark.

Even if there is sunlight coming in from the outside, it will still make people feel that there is no light in the hall, only darkness.

It's a feeling that can't be described, maybe only in the field.

"Knock Knock"

With the sound of my leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor, this villa felt even more inexplicable to me, except for the sound I made, the world seemed to be quiet, dead silence.

It is no exaggeration to say that I was really a little stunned at the time, listening to my heartbeat, which was obviously amplified dozens of times, I really felt like I turned around and walked out.

If it weren't for Qian Si seeing the phantom body of the yin ghost, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the courage to come in.

That ghost was his mother, no matter what you thought, that ghost was not an evil ghost, but just a ghost who had just been dead for seven days, and there was no sign of resentment, what else could he do?

"Paper tiger, this is a paper tiger." I muttered and muttered, and suddenly, I heard a knock upstairs, as if a door had been slammed shut, and I shuddered.

I grass.

Feelings, this is for me to get off the horse?!

At this moment, I felt that my eyes were dark, my mind sank suddenly, and by the time I recovered, everything in front of me had changed.

It was already dark outside the window.

"This hallucination is quite awesome, I don't see that this ghost still has this ability" I grinned indifferently, took out my cigarette case, lit myself a strong courage, and then strolled up the second floor, straight to the bedroom in the middle of the corridor.

That's what Zhang Qinghai told me, the master bedroom where Qian Si lives, and it's also the place where he saw the ghost.

The corridor was quite long, and it went straight from where I was standing, and it looked like it was more than twenty meters away.

There are sconces on the walls on both sides, and the decoration is very European, but at this time, it seems to me that the scene in this place is the same as the scene that often appears in Japanese horror movies.

The orange-yellow light didn't make me feel warm, but the wall lamps flickered with a sizzling sound, as if they would go out at any moment

My composure seemed to be starting to fade, which didn't bode well.

In fact, I was quite puzzled at the time, and my heart said, you didn't make a fuss when the other people were here, and you didn't scare me until the others walked me in, and the feeling was that I was a bully?!

It was only in hindsight that it seemed to have something to do with me coming in alone, but of course, it was more likely to have something to do with my backpack.

What I have in my backpack is sulfuric acid for the wrongdoers, and it's easy to resent them.

Daggers, cinnabar, yellow paper, generally speaking, I brought everything I needed.

What can stimulate the unjust yin soul is that I feel like the half catty of cinnabar in the plastic bag, and it didn't run away.

Just as I was thinking wildly, I heard a creak, and the bedroom door in the middle of the corridor opened inexplicably.

"Yo, high-tech, open the door automatically." With a sloppy smile, I forced myself to compose myself, and reluctantly squeezed a sense of unsettled fear out of my heart.

Those who come are not afraid that those who are afraid will not come, if I turn around and go back like this, I guess I will lose the dead.

"Knock Knock"

When I walked to the bedroom, I pretended to be calm and didn't pay attention to the wall lamps on both sides, and walked with a cigarette on my face unchanged, as if I didn't notice anything wrong with the wall lamps.

In fact, while walking past each wall lamp, I could clearly see what was hidden in the glass lampshade.

It was an adult's palm, bloody and sticking to the lampshade, very conspicuous.

Every time I walked in front of the wall lamp, those palms would inexplicably tremble a few times, and my fingers would gently move on the glass lampshade, making a dull sound that made my heart tremble.

"This is the evil result of watching horror movies" I gritted my teeth with my heart beating faster, and my intestines were about to turn blue.

Let me give you some reliable common sense.

The illusions created by ghosts, also known as ghosts, are not entirely constructed by their consciousness, but by human memories.

Let's put it this way, ninety out of a hundred hallucinations are constructed by one's own consciousness.

In other words, the more horrific images you see, the more frightening the illusions you see.

Again, watch less ghost movies, which is beneficial to the development of physical and mental health, if you watch too many ghost movies and disdain ordinary horror movies, then you'd better not be entangled by the illusion of ghosts, otherwise it can really scare you to death.

"Hiss"

Listening to the faint echoing evil sound in the corridor, my scalp exploded, only to feel goosebumps all over my body pop out, I didn't think much about it at that time, maybe it was an instinctive reaction, I took a step forward, twisted the bedroom doorknob with my right hand, and rushed in.

In hindsight, I was quite stupid, I'm afraid of a JB, I'm afraid?

I turned my back to the large bed in the bedroom, looked at the wooden door that was shut, and suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

According to the plot direction in the movie, usually when I feel safe, it will basically be

"Ahh

A low, hoarse roar suddenly sounded in my ears, as if someone was screaming close to my ear, and it was clear that I could even feel the man's breathing, but it was not deafening, which was a bit inexplicable.

"May I ask if you are Qian Si's mother?" I coughed and coughed and said the text, planning to communicate with this ghost in order to achieve the effect of convincing people with virtue.

This ghost can't be cleaned up casually, she is the mother of the victim, she can't let me scatter the soul or stop it directly, right?

"You all want me to go" The ghostly voice is the voice of an ordinary old lady, but compared to ordinary old people, there is still a little more hoarse in the words.

"It's not for you to go, this cycle of life and death is an eternal rule, if you are gone now, won't you still be able to get together with your family in the next life?" I used the negotiation skills taught by the old man to talk to her, trying to keep my tone as calm as possible, and of course, maintaining the tone of "I'm a good person, I'm not your enemy, don't do it".

As soon as the words fell, a cold feeling suddenly rushed out from behind me, as if it had become an airtight glass, tightly enveloping my body, and my breathing was a little difficult for a moment.

Before I could make a response, a pair of thin, corpse-strewn hands stretched out from the back of my neck, and then

"My ability to grass this ghost is a bit excessive," I bit the tip of my tongue at the first time while she grabbed my neck, twisted my body a little with lightning speed, and sprayed a mouthful of blood at the withered arm.

I only heard a piercing wail, and there was a burst of blackness in front of my eyes, accompanied by a brief feeling of dizziness, I couldn't help but close my eyes, and said in my heart that this yin soul's ability is not at all what the soul of the first seven has just passed, and the hallucinations she created alone are enough to be awesome, and even an old Chinese medicine doctor like me was almost made by her home remedies.

When I opened my eyes, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I was still standing next to the door, that is, including me going upstairs and entering the room, everything was an illusion.

"Damn, that's not easy to do." I lit another cigarette and took a hard puff.

It's not good to make a dead hand, it's not easy to play a black hand, I can only convince people with virtue, this kind of aggrieved work is the first time I have received it, and it really hurts my eggs.

Although Qian Si didn't explicitly say that he wouldn't let me clean up his mother, his intuition told me that if I knocked out his mother, this grandson would be able to knock me out.

I also thought about secretly suppressing his mother or directly packing her up and sending her down, but after thinking about it carefully, I still gave up this idea, after all, I am a professional warlock, and I can't smash the old man's signboard.

While I was silently thinking, I felt a chill coming from the stairs not far away.

When I looked up, I saw a thin old lady in a shroud, standing there holding on to the handrail and looking at me.