Just as I was about to take them to the hotel, Mr. Kong suddenly said, "Don't make any more noise! We all looked at him, thinking that no one was arguing, Mr. Kong's face was expressionless, and he stopped talking, and no one looked at him.

The nanny next to him said, "Mr. Kong hasn't recovered yet. Sometimes gibberish. Everyone nodded, and Lao Xie and I glanced at each other, knowing best. It's not us who are arguing with him, it's the yin of that little ghost.

After staying in a hotel in Bangkok for a few days, the pot of flowers was shipped to the port of Bangkok, and Lao Xie and I picked up our things and prepared to leave for Khon Kaen. To make Mr. Kong less tired, we took two taxis from Bangkok to Khon Kaen. Thailand's railway network is underdeveloped, but there are many bus stations and they are very convenient, and few people are like the Chinese. Will take a taxi from one city to another in Thailand. When the taxi driver heard that we were going to take a taxi to Khon Kaen, he was so happy that he thought we were a Chinese tour group who had just come to Thailand. Lao Xie asked them the price in Thai, and the driver was deflated again, and finally agreed to charge by mileage.

Originally, I was going to sit in the passenger seat, but Xiao Yang insisted that her father sit in the front seat in order to be able to chat with me. In the car, the two of us chatted endlessly, and Xiao Yang's father looked at me wrongly, probably suspecting that I had an improper relationship with Xiao Yang. I thought to myself that you were too careful, I didn't even pull Xiao Yang's hand.

After nearly five hours of travel to Khon Kaen, Mr. Kong was too tired to sit still. Lao Xie hurriedly asked the nanny to help him go to Azanhongban's house to find a room to rest, and I booked a hotel for Xiao Yang's father and daughter to stay nearby. Mr. Kong needs to rest, and Azan Hongban also needs to use spells and yin charms to temporarily calm the anger of the little ghost in the potted plant. That night, I invited Xiao Yang's father and daughter and Lao Xie to the restaurant to eat authentic Thai food, and before leaving, Mr. Kong's nanny chased him out of the room and said to me, "Mr. Tian, I think Mr. Kong has been a little abnormal recently. ”

I asked, "What's not normal?" ”

The nanny said: "About a month ago, Mr. Kong looked wrong, and his face was always very white. Once, when I was handing him something, I accidentally touched his hand and noticed that his hand was very cold, as if he had been in the refrigerator. When eating, he always asked me to put an extra pair of chopsticks and an empty chair. Mrs. Kong asked what she meant, but he didn't say anything, only that she didn't want us to ask more. Sometimes come across special dishes. For example, if it is sweet, Mr. Kong will also divide the dish into a part and put it in a small bowl. He and Mrs. Kong did not get along, and they slept in separate rooms when they lived at home, but I could often hear the sound of talking from his room, and I didn't know with whom. Mrs. Kong had a bad relationship with him, and later said that he was mentally abnormal and clamored to move out, but he never moved. ”

Lao Xie smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, you go back first." ”

On the way to the hotel, Xiao Yang asked us what was going on, and Lao Xie said: "People who raise ghosts are like this, the little ghost communicates with the owner, and will have to eat and drink, and when the master eats, he must leave a place for it, otherwise it will be angry." ”

During the meal, Xiao Yang told her father about the evil door of Thai Buddhist cards, and her father only smiled and nodded, and said to me: "My daughter just likes superstitious things about these ghosts and gods." ”

Xiao Yang said unhappily: "Dad, do you dare to say this in front of Uncle Kong?" ”

Her father shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This old Kong, if business is getting better, I can't say anything about the power of a potted ghost." This time he insisted on coming to Thailand to exorcise ghosts, but I couldn't persuade him. "Lao Xie and I looked at each other, and I thought to myself, no wonder Xiao Yang's father always wants to restrict his daughter's freedom, it turns out that he is an absolute atheist. Listening to my daughter talk about ghosts and gods every day, I definitely don't like to listen to it.

That night, in front of the altar at home, Azan Houngban took out the remains of the baby's fetus from the soil in a large flower pot one by one and placed them scattered on a piece of linen cloth with many patterns and mantras painted on it.

Mr. Kong's nanny was surprised when she saw the corpses that Azanhongban had taken out of the potted plants: "Is there anything else in here?" Sheep bone or pork bone? I hurriedly told her to shut up, so as not to offend the baby spirit and let her be unlucky.

There were two apprentices in the Azanhong class who were assisting, one was sorting out the warp threads in his hand, and the other was actually recording a video with a miniature DV in his hand. I remembered that at the end of the last business, I had told Azan Hongban that he could take pictures or videos of the spell casting process in the future to enhance the advertising effect, and it seems that he really remembered it.

The corpses, which smelled of crushed earth and rotten egg shells, were carefully placed in human form by Azan Hongban, and we sat and watched, Mr. Kong looked stunned and nervous.

Azan Homban took five blue-black human skulls from the altar, and all of them lost their jaws. There was an apprentice next to him holding a long warp, which was pierced from the lower part of each skull, and the eye socket was pierced, connecting all five skulls, and then placing them in two rows in front of him. Xiao Yang's father frowned, seeming disgusted. Although the nanny had a stubborn temper, when she saw these skulls, her face trembled with fright, and she couldn't say a word.

Azan Hongban carefully placed the warp threads on the carcass of the baby, leading out a tail end for Mr. Kong to hold in the palm of his hand. At the beginning of the spell, Azan Hongban sliced the middle finger of his left hand with a knife, dripping blood on the top two skulls, and then took out a hideous, curved mask that looked like it was made from a whole piece of bark. Azan Homban fastened the mask to his face and whispered mantras.

Strange to say, the voice made by Azanhongban seemed to change its tone through the mask, it was a deep voice, as if it was chanted and synthesized by countless people at the same time from a long distance, and it sounded trance-like.

Mr. Kong's eyes were closed, his breathing became short, Xiao Yang's father half-hung his head, and Azan Hongban pulled his clothes down to his waist, revealing the yin mantra thorns all over his body, and the speed of chanting mantras became faster. Mr. Kong leaned together, closed his eyes, and whispered something repeatedly.

Xiao Yang pushed the back of my hand with his hand, meaning what Mr. Kong was saying, and I shook my head to show that I didn't hear clearly. Mr. Kong spoke louder and louder, and this time we could all hear clearly, it was a very sharp and harsh-sounding voice: "I want you to die, I want you to die!" ”

Xiao Yang's father and nanny, who were sitting next to him, looked surprised and didn't seem to be able to believe their ears. Xiao Yang was also surprised, but there was a bit of excitement in her expression, after all, she had already seen Southeast Asian evil arts with me and Fang Gang Lao Xie before, plus she was curious and more interested in ghosts and gods than people, so she was not so surprised.

At this time, Mr. Kong was heard to say in that harsh voice again, "Why don't you let me eat enough?" Why? ”

Azan Homban took Mr. Kong's left hand up and cut his arm with the knife, and the blood trickled down and sprinkled on the remains of the babies on the shroud. A few minutes later, the skull in the corpse suddenly stood upright.

Xiao Yang's father opened his mouth wide in shock, and Xiao Yang exclaimed in a low voice. The apprentice who was in charge of recording the video next to me pointed the DV at the corpse, and I regretted it in my heart, I knew that there was such a supernatural scene, and I should have recorded it with my mobile phone.

This scene reminds me of the dragon woman Dumu who used to give soul infusion to the wife of Yang Song, a young man from Heilongjiang, who also had this ability when he blessed Kuman Tong. It is said that he once performed in public during an interview with a Thai TV station, and when he recited the mantra, he could make the nine Kuman Thong lying on the ground stand up at the same time, which shocked the whole country for a while. The group doctor is planning.

Xiao Yang's father pressed his fingers to his temples and seemed to feel a headache. An apprentice carried a large glass bottle from the side, which contained half a bottle of dark yellow semi-solid liquid. Azan Homban picked up the dozens of corpses from the shroud one by one and put them in glass bottles. After each piece, he used a pen to write a few charms on the outer wall of the bottle, and when all the corpses were inside, the outside of the glass bottle was already full of mantras.

Mr. Kong hung his head and said, "I'm not going, I'm not going!" As soon as Azan Hongban waved his hand, an apprentice came over, holding a long, thin white plastic tube with a small needle for injection at the end. The apprentice plunged the needle into the blood vessels of Mr. Kong's arm, and the blood flowed in a plastic tube and slowly injected into the glass bottle, mixing red, yellow and black, and the color was even more strange.