The old doctor Benchai was in a hurry, not knowing where to go. Hearing me say this, Ma Qi stopped and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

I pointed to my shoulder, "I have a wound here." It's been a week and it's still bleeding. I'm in Chai Hospital, and I want to bandage my wound well. ”

The old doctor asked me to unbutton the two buttons, looked at the bandages on my shoulders, and sighed vigorously: "Who wrapped this for you?" Is this making zongzi? ”

Then he shook his head again: "However, no matter how badly the bandaging is, this blood should have stopped, and you will have to do something sooner or later if you bleed like this every day." Don't be careless, young man. Check it out with me Chai. ”

I looked at him warily, "I've heard that you guys are doing this." Even if it is a cold patient, he can't wait to check his heart, spleen, lungs and kidneys. I'm afraid I don't have enough money with me today. ”

The old doctor was a little embarrassed when he heard this, he smiled and said, "Where did you hear all these rumors?" Let's go, the two of us are acquaintances, and we won't take your money today. ”

One pass to check the firewood. I realized that the old doctor had a very high position in the hospital. It's no wonder, looking at his age, he can be regarded as an old-timer.

After my wound was bandaged, the old doctor asked me a little sternly: "Young man, tell me honestly, how did your wound go?" ”

I hesitated, then honestly said, "Ghost bites." ”

The old doctor was stunned for a moment, staring at me deadly. It's like I'm teasing him or not. I had no choice but to nod and say seriously, "It's really a ghost bite." ”

After a few ghost fetal experiences, the old doctor finally accepted my statement that I often deal with ghosts. He said repeatedly: "Yuan Chai is a ghost bite." Are ghost teeth like this? Hehe, I've never been an eye-opener in my life. ”

I asked curiously, "Is there anything special about this wound?" ”

The old doctor thought for a moment and said, "You don't have any toxins in your body, and your wounds have never been mixed, and the reason why your throat has not healed until now is that it is constantly being torn open." But the fracture was smooth, as if it had been cut with a scalpel. If this wound is really a ghost bite. His teeth are very sharp. ”

Thinking that I would have to do bait and catch ghosts later, I couldn't help but be upset when I heard the old doctor's words. I sighed and said, "What, doctor, I really won't pay for today's medical expenses." ”

The old doctor smiled and waved his hand: "No need to give money. But ......," he smiled. Changed to a somewhat mysterious wrap: "However, do you have time to go to our house to sit?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized: "You are old, what has happened to you?" ”

The old doctor shook his head and said, "I haven't met yet, but I'm studying medicine." I'll tell you the truth, I've met a lot of things that can't be solved by medicine. So I want to make you this friend. If you can save a life one day, you can get some of this white coat right. ”

When I heard this, I couldn't help but be in awe. He nodded solemnly to the old doctor, and then took his leave.

All afternoon, I sat with Xue Qian in the empty house.

Later. I went to the supermarket and bought a pack of candles and bought some food. But I can't get anything down. I lay in bed early. And Xue Qian, holding the big knife, hid under the bed.

The candlelight kept jumping in the darkness, and there was a large shadow on the wall, shaking from the firewood. I stared, I couldn't really fall asleep.

I couldn't help but whisper, "Old Xue, how are you?" ”

But Xue Qianyi never said anything. That's when I remembered Chai, who had his teeth in his mouth and couldn't speak, and if he leaked his anger and let the ghost notice, all our plans for tonight would be revealed.

I had to lie upright on the bed. This posture always reminds me of Shibajichai.

I don't know how long it took, but the ghost never had firewood. And outside the door began to think of the sound of the wind. I turned over the wood in bed, tossed for a while, picked up the wood and started burning paper.

The paper money turned to ashes one by one in the brazier, and I whispered, "This ghost brother, I don't know who you are." We have something to say, and there is no grudge that we can't get over. If you like this empty house, I won't have a problem giving it to you. ”

I burned for a while, feeling more and more eerie, I don't know if it was psychological, and a cold air began to spread around my body.

I shivered and hid in bed. Wrapped up in the quilt tightly and lay down again.

The candle's flame was still jumping. I stared at the shadows on the wall that had been magnified by an unknown number of times, and a trace of fear welled up in my heart.

I have a feeling. It's already firewood. I don't know where it is, but I know it's nearby.

Suddenly, I heard a heavy crunch, and the sound of firewood in the room. The sound was so real, it was definitely not my hallucination. My scalp tingled with fear.

I didn't dare move, and I squinted my eyes to see where the sound was coming from.

At this time, I suddenly realized that the shadows on the sound wall were very wrong. Mixed with music.

The originally black, mountain-like shadow, galloping and jumping. It became like a black flame, and in the midst of it, there was a black, bulky thing, which was constantly being put down and picked up, and accompanied by a heavy thump.

My mind was a little puzzled: "Is this striking iron?" ”

I knew in my heart that it was a vision that the ghost had made me see, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I tried to turn my head, only to realize that my body was no longer moving.

My heart sank: Oh no, ghost press bed.

At this point, I couldn't even close my eyes. I stared at the fire, and gradually, the black flame turned red. Moreover, it is getting closer and closer to me.

I panicked: "What's going on?" Why did the flames burn some wood on me? "I tried my best to shout and remind Xue Qian to hurry up and get out of the firewood and save me.

However, I used all my strength to get out of my throat with a grunting sound that resembled the gasping of a dying person. I desperately thought, is it possible that people are like me when they are dying, struggling so violently, trying to fight against fate, but they can't do anything?

Xue Qian never moved. I was annoyed in my heart, the voiceover was flames and hits, why didn't this kid come out of firewood? Are you already asleep?

I didn't curse him for long. And the fire burned to me. I felt the flames creep through the pores around me like thousands of poisonous snakes.

I felt like my skin had been burned off, and my internal organs had been boiled and scorched. After that, I was in so much pain that I lost my mind.

I don't know how long it took, but the pain in my body disappeared little by little. Gradually, I was able to feel the world around me again.

I breathed a sigh of relief and thought to myself: Did that ghost let me go?

When I opened my eyes, I was horrified to find that I was lying in a ball of flames, and then a large iron tong caught me.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a behemoth suddenly appeared above my head, and it smashed wood at me at a very fast speed. I want to escape, but where can I escape?

I heard a thunderclap ringing in my ears. Then, I felt my body be smashed and bent in an arc. Immediately afterward, I was caught in the middle of a flipped tone, and there was another loud bang.

I looked around, and I saw the empty house, and I saw a man lying on the broken bed, with his eyes wide open, and he looked like he was dead. Isn't that me?

I understood it all, I still got hit. The ghost hooked my soul out of the wood, and I don't know how, put it into the shadows of the wall.

The leaping shadows of the walls turned into a blazing fire, and my soul clinged to the sound of iron.

I don't know how long I was beaten, but I felt someone take out the firewood and quickly dip it into the cold water.

I felt my skin chapped inch by inch, and my body, which had been burned red and soft, was rapidly becoming hard. I wanted to scream in pain, but I couldn't make any sound.

I was cast into a knife.

I felt a hand grasp of me, smashing heavily into an iron plate. My body shook violently, and a corner of the iron plate fell off.

At this time, a feminine voice said with a sly smile: "Casting a knife with a soul, it is really sharp." ”R832