Before hanging up, the old lady said that as soon as Lao Yu came back, she would tell him about it immediately. I said no, if there is something urgent to find him, I will call you again.

Called Dengkang, I told him about it, and he said let's take Ma Ling to the Philippines to find the ghost king immediately, and Azan Baden can lead the way and talk well. Xiao Yang also said: "Yes, yes, just go directly to the Philippines to find the ghost king, don't you say that he is the most powerful head lowering master?" The fee is also not expensive. "Fang Gang and I looked at each other, we have been doing the amulet business in Thailand for several years, and we have never seen the real ghost king, it seems that we have to go this time.

I booked a flight from Bangkok to Davao Airport, the southernmost city in the Philippines, as fast as possible, which is only connected to a few cities in Southeast Asia, and it was good luck that I would have had to make a connecting flight. In order to make things easier, we asked Azan Baden to follow along, after all, he has been learning spells from the Ghost King in the Philippines for several years, and he is at least much more familiar than us, and he knows Filipino.

It was already evening when I came out of Davao Airport, and the residence of the Ghost King was in a small city in the southeasternmost part of Cotton Island. Azan Baden said that he hadn't been here for two or three years, because the ghost king had no feelings, and only recognized money and not people, so as long as these apprentices announced that they were officially apprentices and left the ghost king, few of them often came back to visit him, and the ghost king didn't expect the apprentices to come and see, unless there was something to do.

"This is the residence of the Ghost King." Azambaden asked a taxi driver to stop in front of a house in a neighborhood. They are all half-new houses, but there are many small buildings of two or three floors, as well as yards, and the exterior walls are all fenced with iron. A few of us got out of the two taxis, Fang Gang and I jointly picked Ma Ling out of the car, Azan Baden went to knock on the door, a dark-skinned man opened the door, and after knowing the intention, he nodded and let us enter the hospital, Fang Gang hurriedly picked up Ma Ling and went in.

The yard was simple, with two motorcycles parked, a large round wooden table and a few wooden chairs, and a little black dog walking around. Seeing Fang Gang carrying Ma Ling in, the little black dog barked at the two of them vigorously. The dark-skinned man looked very dark, but his eyes were very big, and he said a few words to Azan Baden, gesturing for Fang Gang to carry Ma Ling into the house, and we followed. I used to hear Deng Kang talk about his experience, saying that there was a Malay boy in the ghost king's family, who was a translator, assistant and cook, I don't know if it was this person.

Seeing the excitement of Xiao Yang and Fei Dabao, for some reason, I felt a burst of fear. The ghost king, I often hear his name, my ears are calloused, and they all say that his yin method is extremely powerful, and he is not afraid of any ghost, and there is a dead bride in the house, which is used to watch the family and the courtyard. In my heart, the ghost king is basically synonymous with ghosts, so my hands and feet are a little shaky. But Fei Dabao and Xiao Yang only heard that most of them were curious, after all, they were not brand dealers, and they hadn't experienced the horror of yin spirits, so they didn't feel anything.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw a large black and white picture of a woman hanging on the opposite wall. This is obviously a bride, wearing a white wedding dress with open shoulders, wearing a veil and white beads, her facial features are very good-looking, but I don't know why, maybe it's a psychological effect, I always feel that this woman's eyes are very scary, and the more I look at it, the more I dare not look at it.

I turned my head and walked to the corner of the room to listen to the man talking to Azambaden. At this time, I couldn't help but look back at the photo, and strangely, I always felt that the bride's eyes in the photo were still looking at me, which made my heart furious, and I quickly looked away.

The man went into the house, and Azambaden said, "Let's wait, the ghost king is going to the toilet and will come out in a moment." "In the past, I had to laugh, but now that Ma Ling is seriously ill, I am really not in the mood.

Fang Gang gently placed Ma Ling on the floor, and took a mat from the side and put it behind her head. Fei Dabao asked me in a low voice, "Brother Tian, who is that woman on the wall?" "I said I'll tell you later. Seeing that Xiao Yang kept staring at the bride's photo on the wall, I motioned for her not to look at it more, it didn't do any good.

I asked Azan Baden if the black man was the Malay guy Denkang was talking about. Azan Baden nodded: "He has been here with the Ghost King for more than ten years, and he is almost forty years old." "I thought to myself, then I can't call him a guy, besides, this person doesn't know what to think, and he doesn't follow the ghost king's cultivation, if he is an assistant or cooks, he can do it anywhere, and cooking for the head descender, is there any special benefit? I often have to come into contact with these ghosts and corpses, and I am not afraid?

"When I see the ghost king himself for a while, you two can't act too frivolous, that's not an ordinary Azan, with a weird temper and a ruthless heart, don't see it, shake hands and take pictures or something." I whispered to Fei Dabao and Xiao Yang, and the two nodded again and again.

About five minutes later, the Malay "boy" walked out, followed by a thin middle-aged man. This man was not tall, probably shorter than me, his face was covered with dense mantras, his head was flat, but he had long hair behind him, and he looked strange. His eyes were cold and gloomy, as if his family had been dead for hundreds of years, and he had never known what feelings were.

The ghost king was naked, wearing only a white cloth diagonally, like a big scarf and a shirt, white eight-quarter trousers, barefoot, and many tattoos on his chest. He looked at us, and Azan Baden pointed to Ma Ling lying on the floor and said a few words to the ghost king. The ghost king looked at us while talking to him, and then walked up to Ma Ling, bent down and grabbed one of her arms, looked at Ma Ling's face, and put her hand down again.

Azan Baden just said, "The Ghost King asked you to get her to the inner room." ”

Fang Gang hurriedly picked up Ma Ling and entered the back room, and we followed up. The room has a large altar with a wooden table on three steps against the wall, and a black-and-white photograph of the bride at the top. On the three-layer altar, there are a lot of corpse wax, yin cards, extreme yin jars and all kinds of large and small earth boy Guman. There are at least a dozen of them in the Light Pole Yin Jar, which are neatly stacked, and it is estimated that they are all flesh and hair of some dead Yin Spirits. In addition, there is a large iron tray in front of the altar, which contains a lot of feminine objects, what kind of baby fetal dried corpse, children's skulls, adults' Yuye, arm bones, thigh bones, and so on. There is a relatively large clay urn in the corner of the house, which is estimated to be the flesh and blood urn of the bride who died horizontally.

Fei Dabao took out his mobile phone, and it seemed that he either wanted to take a group photo or take a picture. I glared at him fiercely, and Fei Dabao had no choice but to put the phone away again. Xiao Yang looked at the things in the tray, her face turned white, and I pulled her over and whispered to her that she should look less at this kind of feminine object, so as not to have nightmares at night.

"Put Ma Ling on this mat." Azan Baden said. Fang Gang did as he was told, and the Ghost King took a gray-black Yuye, sat cross-legged in front of Ma Ling, let go of the five fingers of his palm, grabbed the top of her head, and began to chant mantras. Actually, I also want to take pictures of the ghost king, but now whether Ma Ling is dead or alive is unknown, and I really don't feel like this.

The ghost king's spell casting seems to be different from other Azan masters, the speed is faster, and the words seem to be clearer, of course, this is analyzed from a layman's point of view, and I sound like the ghost king is more proficient in mantras.

Fang Gang squatted at the position of Ma Ling's head and looked at Ma Ling's face intently. After ten minutes, the ghost king stopped chanting, looked up at the diagonal top of the corner of the house, and said a few words to the Malay boy. He nodded, picked up the clay urn from the corner of the room, and placed it to the left hand side of the Ghost King.

Xiao Yang whispered in my ear, "What's in that urn?" ”

"It's the bride's flesh and hair in the black-and-white photo." I replied in her ear too. Xiao Yang's face turned white, and his expression was terrified.

The ghost king reached out to open the lid of the clay urn, and I immediately remembered what Deng Kang had told me before, and hurriedly pulled Xiao Yang and Fei Dabao out of the house. Fei Dabao didn't understand, thinking that I was worried that he was afraid that the process of the ghost king's spell casting was too terrifying, and he shook my hand away and smiled at me, meaning that I was not afraid. I wanted to explain more, but it was too late, and it was inconvenient, so I had to ignore him.

As soon as he left the house and closed the door, in less than half a minute, the door was pushed open suddenly, and Fei Dabao rushed out, covering his mouth with his hands, his face pale, and ran all the way to the yard. I hurriedly asked Xiao Yang to cover his nose, and I also held my breath and closed the door of the room that was pushed open by Fei Dabao as quickly as possible, so that I dared to let go.