First of all, I have to transport that little ghost to Malaysia, according to the normal procedures must be enough, I remember that Lao Xie told me before, he has a friend in Wuhan who runs a medical company, and export goods can sometimes be exempted from inspection, and the business of picking up Ms. Cong's own children into little ghosts is the channel to find.

After taking Lao Xie's mobile phone and rummaging through it for a long time, I finally found the phone marked "Wuhan Medical Company-X President". When I called, I told Mr. X what I was doing, and he was surprised. At the same time, he expressed sympathy, and finally asked me to send the thing to Wuhan and hand it over directly to the assistant manager of his company. In this way, I took Lao Xie from Xiantao to Wuhan, handed over the little ghost to Mr. X to pay, and then transferred to Guangzhou with Lao Xie. When I boarded the plane, I specially greeted the cabin crew and said that this friend has not been mentally normal recently, and I will go to Malaysia with him to find a doctor for treatment, so that he will not have a seizure on the plane and then let the captain rush him down.

In the cabin, I was very sleepy but didn't dare to sleep, for fear that Lao Xie would make trouble. The guy sat in his seat, and from time to time something like "Son, what are you eating at noon today?" "Don't mess around. I talk to my son", "You are not my son!" words. The people in front of and behind the cabin and next to him all looked at him with puzzled eyes, so I quickly took off my coat, put it on Lao Xie's head, and then asked him to sleep with his head against the porthole, so as not to be disliked.

Tengkang lives in the easternmost port of Malaysia called Sandakan. Connecting flights from Kuala Lumpur. After arriving at the place, I showed the address on my mobile phone to the taxi driver, and in the car, although Lao Xie was not a troublemaker, he was always delirious and was always muttering. He pulled me to a river, pointed to the boats along the river under the road, and rowed with his hands. I understood what he meant, "The location you said is across the river," and I paid for it.

When I got to the middle of the river, I found that there was no signal on my mobile phone, so I had to gesture and let the owner sail back, and call Dengkang on the original shore and ask him to pick us up on the other side.

Crossing the river again, on the other side was a large wood, and after a short time Deng Kang came, and this guy was wearing a gray shirt and shorts, and slippers on his feet. Seeing Lao Xie's appearance, Deng Kang walked over and looked up and down, as if he was watching a bear in a zoo. Stretched out his hand and patted Lao Xie's face, and asked a few more words, Lao Xie looked at Dengkang blankly, and slowly held Dengkang's face with both hands: "Son, why are you fat again?" ”

Although my heart has not been very steady recently, I still can't help laughing when I see this situation, Deng Kang took Lao Xie's hand away, opened his eyelids, and pinched his cheeks to look at Lao Xie's tongue carefully.

"Is the problem serious?" I asked. Deng Kang pressed his palm on Lao Xie's forehead and whispered a few mantras. I don't have to rush to exorcise evil spirits, that little ghost hasn't arrived yet. At this time, I saw Lao Xie's body trembling, as if he had been electrocuted by a wolf anti-wolf, and his eyes were straight.

Deng Kang took his hand away. said: "It's not a big problem, the yin qi on his body is not so heavy, and it can be saved." I put my heart back in my stomach, pulled Lao Xie behind Dengkang's buttocks, and walked into the woods for more than ten minutes. There are several rooms made of logs. Pointing to the wooden house, he said that this is his home, let's live here first, and then start casting spells when the little ghost arrives at Santachi Port.

As soon as I walked into the door of the wooden house, I smelled a strong smell. It's like mixing aged cypress and agarwood in traditional Chinese medicine, and it's a little bitter, in short, it's a very strange taste, indescribable. In this way, Lao Xie and I lived in Dengkang's house. His home is simple. There are two rooms with wooden beds, one room is dedicated to storing food and sundries, and the innermost room has a locked wooden door, and I guess there are either all kinds of yin things in the room, or the altar of earth for casting spells. Stand at the door of the wooden house. I thought to myself that this Azan and the head lowering master are not easy to be, not to mention the danger of cultivating the black method, and they have to live in such a remote place.

In the past ten days or so waiting for the little ghost to be sent from China to Yamata Port, Lao Xie and I stayed in this wooden house every day. In order to prevent Lao Xie from having an accident, I had to stay by his side often≡ talking to myself was fine, mainly because I was afraid that he would suddenly go crazy and destroy things, or even harm himself or something. However, his mood is not like the previous customers who raised little ghosts and ended up insane, but he was a little crazy and incoherent, and he was mainly inseparable from the words of his son. Dengkang's explanation is. He hadn't been worshipping the little ghost for a long time, and he hadn't reached the point where his mind was seriously damaged by the invasion of the Yin spirit, but the death of his son hit him even more than the Yin Qi, so it became like this. And the strange thing is that since Lao Xie burned the money that night, he has never snored when he sleeps, I don't know why.

Dengkang's life is no different from ordinary people in some ways, there are liquefied gas cylinders in the house, and he cooks and cooks by himself. It is often eaten with fried rice, and the taste is not bad. Seeing Dengkang cooking with fire, I thought to myself that it is really rare to see the daily life of black-clothed head lowerers in Southeast Asia.

A few days later, the shipping company at Yamata Port called me to pick up the goods. Dengkang and I took Lao Xie to the port to retrieve the things. Before he could open the lid of the wooden box, Deng Kang walked to the room where the door was locked, and took out a Yuye skull, which was supposed to be the one from Azanba. He sat cross-legged on the ground, pressed his left hand on the top of Yuya's head, pressed his right hand against the box, and began to chant mantras.

I want to be in such a hurry, I can only understand that this little ghost is very angry.

Deng Kang sat up after a while, walked into the inner room with the wooden box, locked the door again when he came out, and said to me: "The blessing method used by this little ghost is used by Pyrus in the northern Thai forest, and those mages have used the head-lowering method and soul control to harm many people, so the resentment of witchcraft itself is relatively great. I don't understand why Lao Xie invited a little ghost from Azancha, isn't he a partner with Azan Hongban, and he can be entrusted with making a little ghost to worship. ”

"I guess it's the little ghost who is blessed by Azan is cheaper, I know this person very well. As long as you can save money. I said.

At midnight that night, Deng Kang asked me to direct Lao Xie to sit in front of the wooden house, as if it was about the fourteenth or fifth year of the lunar calendar, the moon was very round and bright, and the woods were full of clear light, and everything could be seen clearly. Deng Kang said that the effect of casting spells at such times is better than usual, because the moon is mainly yin, and the midnight yin of the full moon is aggravated, which can increase the success rate of casting.

He opened the lid of the little ghost and put it on the ground, and he and Lao Xie sat cross-legged on both sides of the little ghost face to face, and I wrapped a warp around Lao Xie's wrist, and also circled the little ghost a few times, and finally let Deng Kang pinch it in the palm of his hand. He put a small glass bottle next to him and began to chant the mantra, and after ten minutes, Lao Xie's body began to tremble, as if he had been hit by an electric baton. At this moment, I seemed to see a faint black gas escaping from the wooden box containing the imp, slowly floating upward.

This black gas floated very slowly, I squatted on the ground, lowered my head, and could only see it by the moonlight, it was not an illusion, it was indeed a black gas. After the black qi rose upward, it floated towards Lao Xie's face, and Deng Kang closed his eyes tightly. Speeding up the chanting, the black qi turned to Dengkang's side again. At this time, I heard Lao Xie close his eyes and say, "Son, what's wrong with you?" ”

"When won't Daddy give you food?"

"He's your brother!"

"Why did you kill him?" The more Lao Xie spoke, the more excited he became, but his eyes were still closed, and he was panting. He seems to be angry. Deng Kang picked up the small glass bottle from the side, stretched out his arm, and the black gas slowly drifted towards the glass bottle.

Then I suddenly remembered that Fang had mentioned this scene when he told me about his experience earlier. It was Azan Baden in a hotel in Bangkok. Bow your heads to Fang Gang's enemy Brother Yao and Taiwanese Maoshu School mage Chen Ghost. It is to take out a small glass bottle first, and release the black gas inside to cooperate with the use of head lowering surgery. Now it seems that those black qi should be yin spirits, not adults yet. It is the infant womb, because the unborn infant fetus is far more resentful than the great spirit.

Deng Kang was chanting the mantra, and the black gas drifted in the direction of the glass bottle in his hand, and suddenly heard Lao Xie shouting: "I, I've worked so hard in the past few years, why?" ”