"My son? What about my son...... Bastard! Hand over my son...... Who kidnapped my son! "The person who was arguing in the hall was a short and fat middle-aged man, dressed in a gray cloth suit, who didn't look very old, except that his face was a little blue. However, this benevolent brother has now pressed three or four ghost pawns, and it is said that he just overthrew a dozen evil ghosts with big shoulders and round waists in one breath because of his excitement, and tried to hold a few undead hostage to threaten the ghosts, so he received this special treatment, and in this way, he did not forget to shout vigorously at the bottom.

"Hey...... Feed! I said you...... What are you going to do, aren't you here to make trouble? "Look at this guy struggling desperately there, you know that this thing is not convinced. Mu Qingyang waved his hand at the brothers on his body, motioned for everyone to go down, and then came to him and said slowly: "Name, age of death, the specific reasons that need to be handled, as well as your son's dress, name, and appearance characteristics." ”

"Ah...... My name is Ho Zaiming, and the age of death is about forty-five, and my son's name is Dona, and he ...... It's a ghost doll I adopted...... That is what is commonly known as Thai Kuman Thong. But it was very well-behaved, until I died suddenly, and Donna was with me, it was my son, and he never harmed anyone......"

Kuman Thong is a strange relic that has been handed down in Thailand for hundreds of years, and it will bring unexpected wealth to the donor. Kuman Thong is also a kind of magic weapon that is widely known by Thai people, with many aspects of mana, often used for the donor to eliminate disasters and solve problems, blessings and wealth, such as: make the donor's business prosperous, predict danger, guard the door, prevent thieves and theft, lottery to get wealth, etc., has great charm, the maker needs to have the ability to control the spirit of the spirit, and these special functions come from the study, study, practice or be taught by the master.

However, in the eyes of many people, they are completely equated with those ghost boys.

The ghost boy uses the mage to urge the spell to burn the charm to force the child's soul to follow. It has also been heard in the past that a mage casts a spell on the barrier under the gate, and when a pregnant woman steps over the baffle and immediately miscarries, the mage will then take the aborted child's soul and use it for his own use, which is very different from Kuman Thong's production.

In simple terms. Kuman Thong's soul came to Kuman Thong voluntarily and practiced with him out of compassion. Raising a little ghost is to use magic to imprison and submit to the child's soul at will, and its mentality and means can be said to be completely different.

"I met Dona's parents when I was shopping for fruit in Thailand...... Yes...... When I was alive, I was a fresh fruit supplier, and I traveled a lot to Bangkok, Chiang Mai, and Phuket. He Zaiming saw that someone finally extended a helping hand to him, and immediately showed great gratitude, then turned over and sat up, and told Mu Qingyang the story of him and Dona in detail......

Five years ago, I arrived in Bangkok. Of course, this trip is not for sightseeing, but purely for work. I travel to Thailand a lot. It's an infinitely weird country, so I found a place to stay in advance. The weather was sunny that day, but I wasn't in a good mood, and I was at a low point in my career, so I didn't go home immediately on this trip, but went to a rural place in the suburbs under the guidance of an acquaintance. I walked into a small inn and, after a short rest, began my main purpose here.

According to the shopkeeper. Not far away, there was a childless farmer, who could not find anyone to take care of the farm for him in the middle of the night. So not long ago, I raised a ghost boy, hoping to reduce this burden for him......

The shopkeeper suggested that I talk to him, hoping that he would give me some purpose.

Of course, the topic of raising ghost boys is no longer new, so it doesn't appeal to me, but it's much better than aimlessly searching for a needle in this unfamiliar country with a sea of people. So I had no choice but to go there.

The road in the countryside was rough, and I went back and forth four or five times. Only then did we finally arrive at the farm that the innkeeper had mentioned.

The farm is still a long way from the city and is located in the mountains, so I can't help but feel a little away from home. As I wandered around for a while, I noticed a strange look at a rather old woman, perhaps because I was an outsider.

Afterward. I explained my purpose in stiff Thai before they relented and began to entertain me very warmly. Of course, I understood their feelings, for since they had been in the seemingly isolated mountains all year round, and few people came to visit them, they would have come to entertain me with the friendship of landlords.

After some hospitality, I was taken to a rather large warehouse.

I was amazed because there was nothing in the warehouse, just a large table in the center with altar items. None of this appealed to me, but what caught my eye was the box in front of me.

The old farmer seemed to know what I was thinking, and he took the box and said to me, "This box is what you want." I understood every word he said, but I still looked quietly at the box he was holding.

Seeing that I didn't react, he carefully opened the box. I didn't blink my eyes when I looked at the contents of the box......

It was a statue of a child who had just passed away, about two or three years old. I guessed something bad was there, and I even suspected it might be a corpse that had just passed away, because I could still see maggots swirling around the box, and I was sick with the foul smell that was constantly invading my nose, and there was still a layer of wet slime coming out of it, so I thought it must be some kind of evil artifact.

A sad voice interrupted my thoughts: "This is our 'child'." “

I was really frightened and just stared at the host's house.

He whispered, "That was exchanged with all our savings from Azan (Master)." He was a well-behaved and lively little child. Do you know? Since he came to our house, he has really helped us a lot, he will take care of the countryside for us at night, and occasionally he will come into our dreams and laugh with us! “

Speaking of which, I was able to reflect the joy of his mood from the expression on his face, and to understand more about the high status of that "child" in their hearts. He didn't interrupt him because of my observations. He continued, but this time he seemed heavier, and the joy in his heart also settled, and he said, "Alas, but he never wanted to call me Daddy. Although we tried to please him again and again, he still called us masters. and considers himself our slave. I also know his troubles, because he was cursed by Azan to be loyal to his master, or the spell would kill him, so he has always been careful to this day. “

I comforted them and said, "Don't worry! One day Heaven will do what you wish. "But I know there's no way I'm going to get my hands on this goblin.

It was midnight when I got back to the hotel, and I quickly fell asleep with fatigue and sleepiness. I didn't know that I was half asleep, but I saw a child, and he looked at me with very kind eyes. To my surprise, he said to me, "Daddy! And then. He slowly walked up to me and displayed his lovely smile. I was at a loss for what to do, so I wanted to run away, but the child seemed to be afraid of my departure, so he ran tightly on my leg and begged me: "Daddy, don't leave me, save me"

I've been struggling

I don't know how much time has passed. I finally woke up.

It turned out that it was the sound of the phone that saved me, and I gasped and picked up the phone. It was a close friend of mine who called. He suddenly proposed to invest in our company, and I don't know what evil happened, but he became very interested in fresh fruits, and raised a lot of money to do a big job. Because of him, I was completely pulled back from the brink of bankruptcy, and I spent the night looking forward to a better future. There is almost no eye closure......

However, I always felt a little weird about this incident, so I planned to go back to my country in a day or two. Then before I knew it, I fell asleep again, but this time I slept soundly, but unfortunately. A cacophony disturbed my dreams. I was angry, so I got up and walked over to the source of the sound, hoping for an explanation.

The noise came from the hotel door. When I walked to the door, I was shocked to find that the couple standing in front of me was the same couple I had seen in the morning.

It was as if they were arguing with the innkeeper about something. But when they saw my presence, they hurried to me, knelt before me, and begged me, "Take this thing, please!" It's yours. "I took a closer look at the old farmer's hand.

Hey?

Isn't that the box for the kids?

The old farmer continued: "We both dreamed of him just now, the ghost boy, and he begged us to let him go, and he said that you are his father! Although we are very reluctant, we also want him to live happily. If he can escape slavery by following you, we'll glad you took him in. “

I?

This is even more absurd than in my dream just now, I just feel that things are getting more and more twisted and bizarre, is the child in the dream the disgusting corpse lying in the box? But how could I be his father? It's ridiculous!

Of course, I would not accept their 'gifts', but their sincerity and pleading outweighed my perseverance, so I had no choice but to agree to them. On the day I left Bangkok, I handed the box to the owner of the shop and told him to return it to the family......

Back in my own country, everything feels relaxed.

A few weeks later, my friends and I formed a large joint-stock company, and for quite a long time, our business was so busy that I didn't leave until late at night.

One day, just as I was about to leave, there was a faint sound of children playing, the sound was very small, but in the dead of night, it sounded so clear. I was a little nervous, and of course, it was a natural reaction to hear such a voice in such a situation.

There was a two- or three-year-old child crouching in the hallway of the door, he was crying softly, and I could feel that he was the child I had in my dreams. I just wanted to get out of this place, so I didn't stop, I left that place as fast as I could.

With trepidation, I went on like this for a while, until his image reappeared.

That night, my heart was beating non-stop, and every heartbeat seemed to suggest that my misfortune was coming. After a busy day, I was tired and a little unwell, so I quickly fell asleep. In a daze, I saw him appear again. He kept pushing me to get up and play with him.

I woke up with a shock, only to feel sweaty, but I couldn't sleep? In order to ensure that I had the energy to work the next day, I took a sleeping pill and continued to sleep. But after taking the medicine, I suddenly felt that it was pitch black all around me, and my body kept sinking. There seemed to be a bottomless abyss underground, and I kept descending. I don't know how long it took me to finally see a glimmer of light, but I kept falling. I saw people all around me, and they all seemed to laugh at my presence, I can't be sure, because their faces were blurred. Some people tried to play tricks on me with their hands, but I couldn't struggle because I didn't seem to have the ability to control my limbs. I kept going down, and soon I saw the child, and he said to me anxiously, "Why are you here?" You shouldn't be here for this! Wake up, come, go back"

I was helpless, I couldn't move or speak, and after a few moments of my body slipped, I felt my body's energy almost run out, and I thought my life was going to end because of it. I have no regrets, the only thing that disturbs me is not saying goodbye to my family

My body gradually dissolved into the air. I was unconscious, like a sleeping child, completely unaware of the outside world.

After that, I was always in a daze, only the child was with me, we sat on the side of the road and watched everyone walk by one by one, at a loss and feeling very lost, and then we walked with the flow of people for a long time, I was very frustrated, I was always losing my temper, and I suffered a lot for it, and it was the child who kept pulling me forward until we got here...... He kept calling my dad, but I never said yes, and it wasn't until he disappeared completely that I suddenly realized that I was used to his presence, and I really thought of him as a son......

"Help me, help me, help me find him...... I beg you, I beg you...... I can do anything. He Zaiming's face was full of regret, and his hands tightly grabbed Mu Qingyang's arm, as if that was his hope...... (To be continued.) )