Xiaomi's eyes were full of tears, and she didn't dare to answer.

"Oh no! You're talking about eating, not pretending? Did White Night eat the hanged ghost? Helian Tian asked.

Millet nodded tearfully.

"Oh my God! How can you make it eat? If it's loaded, if it really can't work, I can ask Mr. Haku, Mr. Night, to transfer the hanged ghosts to their stomachs! If it is eaten, the hanged ghost is already broken, and there is no way to transfer it! What can I do? ”

Millet choked up and said, "If it eats it, it can absorb energy, but if you just put it in, there is no progress." That's why I let it eat it straight away......"

Helian Tian closed his eyes and shook his head, sighing, "You are too eager to become a ......"

Xiaomi cried and said: "I just want to learn quickly and go to Ma Xiucai as soon as possible......"

"Being in a hurry will not only hurt the white night, but also yourself."

"Master, please save Bai Ye." Seeing that Bai Ye was paralyzed like mud, Millet knew that it was about to be strangled to death by the indigestible hanged ghost.

"I'm afraid it's a lack of skills...... Helian Tian sat on the ground dejectedly.

Mr. Bai and Mr. Night walked around the white night, meowing and whispering, as if trying to wake up the drowsy white night.

I once asked my grandfather that the hanged ghost was just a little ghost who deceived people and killed himself, and I didn't see it doing anything else, so why did it discourage a master like Helian Tian?

Grandpa said, do you say that a tiger makes people feel scary, or a poisonous snake makes people feel more scary?

I said, the tiger is fierce and bloodthirsty, of course terrifying, although the poisonous snake is small, but the poison is frightening, a bite can kill people, it is also a terrifying thing.

Grandpai, yes, the hanged ghost is like a poisonous snake among ghosts, it is not powerful in itself, but the resentment contained in it is as daunting as the venom in the snake's body!

I asked, "If you encounter a hanged ghost, there's no way to deal with it?"

Grandpa replied, "Not really." In fact, there are other ways to deal with hanged ghosts. Your grandfather once dealt with a particularly difficult hanged ghost. Your father finally tricked the hanged ghost into drinking, and the hanged ghost dissipated after drinking.

I asked, "The hanged ghost will dissipate when you drink it?"

Grandpai, yes, isn't there a saying that borrowing wine to kill sorrows, the hanged ghost will forget the resentment of life when he gets drunk. Without resentment, is the hanged ghost still called the hanged ghost? Furthermore, for ghosts, the smell of alcohol is like the yang energy of a person. When the ghost looks at the person, he can feel the heat on the person's body like burning, and the weak ghost does not dare to approach. If it drinks the wine, it is equivalent to drinking the yang energy of the person into the stomach. Yin and Yang cancel each other, and the hanged ghost cannot be condensed and formed, but can only dissipate.

At the time, I didn't quite believe my grandfather's words, but then I heard a similar story.

There was a liquor seller in the village next door to us who said he had met a hanged ghost. In the villages, the average wine seller can make wine himself, and has his own small winery, but this wine seller is different, he can't do it himself, he relies on buying wine from other places, and then selling it to the people in the village to drink.

He often carried the wine jar to other villages to buy wine, and then picked it back to put it at home. Someone in the village wanted to drink, so they went to his house and bought some. Although his family's wine is a little more expensive, the person who bought the wine did not have to travel too far to get wine by himself, so he accepted it.

One day he came back later than usual, and it was already dark when he reached a col.

It is said that a young woman had quarreled with her husband and hanged herself in the woods there without thinking about it. As for why she didn't hang herself on the beams of the house like everyone else, some people say that although she hates her husband, she pities her children, and is worried that she will scare the children after hanging herself at home, and the children will have no place to live after the house becomes a murderous house, so she chose to hang herself in that col.

However, after hanging in the wild, the soul of a person wanders around, and it is difficult to expel or exceed. It's different in the room, the soul will generally stay in that room, and as long as the Taoist priest practices in that room, he is likely to drive away the unjust soul or exceed the unjust soul.

Sure enough, after the woman committed suicide, strange things often happened in the col at night, and someone heard the woman's crying and calling her child's name; A woman was seen throwing a rope onto a high branch and sticking her neck in, and when the person who saw it rushed over to drink, the woman was gone.

The people in the village first came to the hard one, and invited the Taoist priest to do it, over and over again, but it had no effect. The people in the village came softly again, burned paper for her, offered her offerings, and begged her to leave, but to no avail.

And this is the only way for wine sellers.

He said that when he walked into the col, it was like he had walked into an ice cellar, and suddenly he felt cold, and even the wind blowing in his face at that time felt much cooler than usual.

When he walked to the place where the woman had hanged herself, he suddenly heard the sound of squirming footsteps. He was startled, hurriedly put down the jar, and hid behind a big tree with his pole in his arms.

He looked from behind the tree in the direction of the wine jar, and saw a figure walking towards the jar.

The figure walked to the jar, lifted the lid of the jar, and then put his hand into the jar, and drank the wine, sip after sip, as if drinking water.

The drinker thought to himself, if it takes two sips and leaves, I can come out again.

But the figure didn't seem to have enough to drink, and he didn't leave after drinking for a long time.

The drinker could only work behind the tree in a hurry.

After about half an hour, the figure finally stopped drinking.

The drinker thought it was leaving, and looked at the figure with a blank eye. The figure looked very graceful, indeed the appearance of a fair woman. It seems that the rumors in people's mouths are true.

He felt sorry for his wine, but he knew that others couldn't get rid of this female hanged ghost by countless methods, which showed that this female hanged ghost was not so easy to deal with. He thought to himself that this time he would invite it to drink, and after suffering this loss, he must rush home before the sun sets in the future.

But the hanged ghost had no intention of leaving after drinking, and sat down with her back to the jar.

The people who sell alcohol feel as uncomfortable as if they have been eaten by ants, and they scratch their hearts and lungs.

After waiting for a while, there was a sweet snoring sound on the other side of the wine jar. The hanged woman probably drank too much wine and fell asleep beside the jar.

When the drinker saw that the female hanged ghost was asleep, he suddenly became bolder, raised his flat pole and quietly walked over, and when he reached the female hanged ghost, he beat her desperately with the flat pole. Each of his flat poles hit the ground through the body of the female hanged ghost, but he still beat wildly, for fear that the female hanged ghost would get up again.

Immediately afterward, the liquor seller noticed that the body of the hanged ghost was gradually dissipating like smoke. He thought that he had killed the female hanged ghost, and he was very happy, and he beat the flat arm faster.

When he was so tired and sweating profusely that his arms were so sore that he could no longer lift them, he finally let go of his flat shoulder. And the hanged ghost had completely dissipated, dissolving like a drop of ink into the watery night.

He sat down on the ground and rested for a while, then picked up the jar again and hurried towards his home......

The next day, when he saw someone, he told people about the strange things he had encountered last night, and boasted that he was bold and not afraid of ghosts.

There are those who hear who believe and those who do not.

The unbelievers laughed at the drinker, saying that he was dazzled, or that he was greedy for drinking, and when he drank it and was afraid of being scolded by his wife, he said that he had been drunk by a ghost. And those who do not believe say, "How can a ghost be struck to death with a pole?"

Some of the believers thought that he had killed the hanged ghost, and some thought that he had not killed the hanged ghost.

Some old people said that this hanged ghost is very difficult to entangle, no matter how it can be cured, only wine can dissipate them, so it was the wine that killed the female hanged ghost, not the flat dan that killed it. As for the reason why the alcohol killed the female hanged ghost, what the old man said was much the same as what his grandfather said.

It is unknown whether the person who sells the wine is lying, or whether the smell of alcohol can indeed make the hanged ghost disappear.

But since then, there has been no woman's voice or figure in that col.

I heard my grandfather talk about the relationship between alcohol and hanged ghosts, so I asked my grandfather, why didn't Xiaomi feed some wine to Bai Ye? In that case, the smell of alcohol will make the hanged ghost in its stomach dissipate!

To be fair, the smell of alcohol can make the hanged ghost dissipate, but the dissipation of the hanged ghost is also dissipated into a larger space, not disappearing. It's like smoke, it dissipates because it fades and disperses, so you can't see it, it's not that it's gone. It's actually in a larger space. At that time, the hanged ghost was eaten into the stomach by the white night, so the white night was propped up like that. If you pour wine into the white night, the hanged ghost will still be in its belly, and once the hanged ghost dissipates, it will expand like a fat sea soaked in water, and it will stretch out the belly of the white night even bigger, or even burst! This is not to save Bai Ye, but to speed up the killing of Bai Ye!

Mr. White and Mr. Night's calls failed to wake their children up.

Less than an hour after dinner, Bai Ye closed his eyes and lost his breath.

Millet hugged Bai Ye and cried.

Helian Tian asked Xiaomi to bury the white night overnight. Ordinary cats have to be disposed of immediately after they die, and they have to be hung from trees. There are many unclean things in this cat Gu's body, and after the cat Gu dies, it can't restrain the things in its body, so it's more dangerous than ordinary cats, and if it is not dealt with in time, it may cause a lot of trouble.

Xiaomi hugged Bai Ye tightly and refused to let go.

Helian Tian saw that she was indeed very close to Bai Ye before, and he didn't want to snatch Bai Ye's corpse bluntly, so he let her hold it, wanting to wait until the next morning.

The next morning, Helian Tian hadn't gone to look for Xiaomi, but that Fan Jing found the dog meat restaurant. He wanted to thank Helian Tian and said that soon after they left, the shadow of the hanged ghost on the wall disappeared. He thought that Helian Tian said that he couldn't help on the surface, but actually helped him secretly. He said the house could finally sell for a better price.

Helian Tian was so made by Fan Jing's interruption that he couldn't cry or laugh, and reluctantly accosted him a few words, and sent him away.