I was taken aback: Uncle Wang, you're not kidding.

You and I will accompany you to tease the boring son. Old man Wang said: Xiao Luo, there is something strange about your body. I guess even the demons won't hurt you. Don't worry, it doesn't matter if I'm here. All you have to do is sit here quietly and don't panic no matter what happens.

Will you not be invited? I tried to ask.

Old man Wang said: Whether there are really ghosts or not is just a guess on our part. Of course, there is a high chance that you won't be able to recruit it, so you will know if you try it.

I had no choice but to sit cross-legged behind the incense burner and tie a yellow ribbon around my head. The three long incense sticks were faint, and a pale cyan mist rose. Old man Wang circled around me, chanting incantations in a low voice. The moonlight was like water, the woods were silent, and with the sound of his muttered incantations, the atmosphere was particularly eerie.

At this moment, there was a sudden crackling sound around him, as if something had fallen to the ground from the sky. I couldn't help but turn my head to look, but it was too dark to see anything.

I was hesitating. The sound of snapping and clicking rang out in a string, and I was a little hairy. Old man Wang first found the corpse because of the guidance of this strange voice. I wanted to sue him, but the old man Wang was at a critical moment at this time, his expression was focused, and the more he recited the spell, the faster he recited.

I looked up at the high part of the branches, the light was so poor that I couldn't see anything in the dark. At this moment, there was a click, and an object landed beside him. In a trance, I saw that it was a hiking boot.

My face turned white suddenly, and I trembled to get it, but what I touched was a hand of mud, and the shoe was gone. This is strange, just now I saw a shoe falling from a tree, but I touched it and disappeared. Is this an illusion? Or did you encounter a ghost?

At that moment, the scene changed again. A large blue mist hung around me, except for the large tree against which I was leaning and the water tower next to me. All of them are shadowy and captivated by the fog.

The sound of the old man's mantra muttered sounded in his ears, but he couldn't see his people, and the scene was very strange at this time. I sat still, not daring to move. The three incense sticks became shorter and shorter as they burned, and finally only a short section remained, which gradually extinguished.

Strange to say, as soon as the incense was extinguished, the fog gradually dispersed, and a thin figure appeared in a trance, which was the old man Wang. He seemed to have walked a long way, looked very tired, and gasped for air.

The woods were silent, and the occasional wind blew and the fog cleared, and I realized that the practice was over.

Old man Wang sat on the ground, wiped the sweat on his head, shook his head and said: No, it failed.

Actually, it didn't fail, I said. I told me about the strange clatter and the strange thing I saw when I saw a shoe.

Old man Wang thought thoughtfully: There is indeed a spirit on this tree, and that shoe must have been worn by Yin Ling before his death, and he was so angry that he wanted to remind us in this way. It is said that it should be easy to recruit ghosts in this situation, why can't you recruit them?

I didn't speak, watching him think.

Old man Wang squatted in front of the incense burner and looked at it, touched the three sacrifices with his hand, and said slowly: Could it be that because of your special system, that ghost can't get on your body?

He pondered for a moment, made up his mind, and said, "Xiao Luo, let's change positions." Summoning ghosts again, this time letting ghosts come to me.

I gasped and had a very bad feeling: Uncle Wang, let's forget it.

What are you afraid of. Old man Wang said: I know it in my heart. You watch from the sidelines, and I'll ask the ghost to come up for a while, if you really invite me to come up, you are smart, and I won't be able to control myself at that time, and I won't be conscious, and you will ask all the questions that should be asked.

Uncle Wang, then how did you come back? I asked, trembling.

I've got my own way, let's get started, hurry up. Old man Wang said.

With that, he sat down in my place and asked me to take out three more sticks of incense from the box, light them, and insert them in the censer. He tied the yellow ribbon around his head, then crossed his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and began to chant the mantra.

The incense burned more and more, and clouds of green smoke came out, and the surroundings became darker and darker, and the mist became thicker. I stroked my shoulders and looked at the old man Wang in the fog tremblingly, to be honest, I was really scared. If the ghost is on him, then I am the only one awake in the woods, what should I do then?

There was no longer any sky, a black fog shrouded it, it seemed to be snowing, and there was a dead silence all around.

I was thinking about it when I suddenly realized that Old Man Wang had lost his voice. He sat motionless, hanging his head as if he were dead.

I squatted in front of the incense burner and tried to say, "Uncle Wang?" Uncle Wang?

For a long time, Old Man Wang did not move at all, and his body was stiff. I swallowed,, he's not going to be dead, is he? Now it's a problem. I trembled and stretched out my hand to touch it, and just when I was about to touch my hand, Old Man Wang suddenly raised his head.

I sat on the ground in fright. The muscles on his face trembled, his eyes were filled with endless sorrow, and he looked at me with a stupid gaze. I saw that my whole body was cold, and I suddenly realized something, the ghost is really coming!

Old man Wang's eyes now are completely different from his previous ones, like a different person.

He hugged his head and looked around in confusion, his expression extremely painful: cold and cold

Uncle Wang? I tried to scream.

Old man Wang looked up at the sky, and his voice was crying: It's cold, it's cold

I took a deep breath and calmed down, Old Man Wang used his life to do it, I can't waste this opportunity. I admonished myself to be calm and said to Old Man Wang: Are you a dead college student?

Old man Wang held his head, very painful, and shouted: Cold, cold

I really didn't know what to do, I mustered up the courage to ask a question, the old man Wang suddenly trembled all over, the whole person was paralyzed, slipped to the ground, and made a mess of the wine glasses, even the incense burner was turned over, the incense ash was overflowing, and three long incense sticks fell to the ground, fortunately, it was not extinguished.

I subconsciously felt that these three incense sticks were extraordinary, so I quickly picked up the incense and protected it with my hands.

My head hurts, it's so cold, who's going to save me. Mother, the old man Wang, was holding her head on the ground and crying, like a child.

I leaned over, mustered up courage, gritted my back molars, and said, "I can save you, but you have to tell me what happened."

Old man Wang slowly raised his head: Can you save me? I'm so cold, I'm so hungry, there's no one here, it's dark, I'm so scared.

He wept so hard that his voice was shrill and loud. There was a dead silence all around, except for his eerie cries. At this time, the atmosphere was so panicked that Old Man Wang was really a ghost, and his strange behavior sent chills down my spine.

I kept telling myself to be calm.

I took the offering of roast chicken from the plate and handed it to him: If you are hungry, eat it first.

Old man Wang grabbed it, stuffed it into his mouth without looking, and kept biting and swallowing, as if he had been hungry for three days and had not eaten. Nibbling and gnawing, he threw the roast chicken, picked up the unopened old wine, twisted the lid, and poured it into his mouth.

I mustered up the courage to ask: Can you tell me how you died?

Old man Wang's mouth was full of oil, and the wine was dripping down the corners of his mouth, he lay on the root of the tree, and muttered: Huai, Huai, the tree spirit them, they accuse me of a man, short hair, skeleton tattoos, he is too terrible, terrible

I was listening intently, when the old man Wang suddenly burst out, his whole face changed, his facial features moved, and he laughed sneeringly: Dead ghost, leaving your soul here, it actually broke my heavens

When he said this, his voice and demeanor completely changed, and he changed again. I was so stunned that I forgot to be scared for a moment.

The old man immediately changed back to the painful voice: Help me, save me, and I will sue you.

You, what do you want? I asked.

Old man Wang's tone changed, and he said gloomily: I want a wife, I want a wife, give me a wife in the underworld.

I was so frightened that I watched stupidly. At this time, the most frightening thing about Old Man Wang is that his words are reversed, crying and laughing, and there is no law to follow at all, as if he is split into several personalities at the same time, constantly changing. All kinds of strange behaviors are both frightening and extremely depressing.

He jumped over and pressed against me. When I opened my mouth, saliva trickled down the corners of my mouth and landed on my face. He cried for a while and laughed for a while: I'm cold, I'm hungry, hehe, I want a wife, I want a woman to satisfy me, I'll tell you who is the short-haired man who harmed me, and his demeanor changed after speaking, and he raised his eyebrows: Dead ghost, break my heavenly machine, I will let your soul fly away, quack

He stretched out his hands and grabbed my neck tightly, and the coaxing saliva in his mouth fell all over my face.

I was pinched by him and couldn't breathe, and I struggled desperately with my hands and feet.

It's not impossible to overturn him, but I have three incense sticks in my hand. I subconsciously think that these three long incense sticks are extraordinary and must not be extinguished.

Old man Wang was really a little dry, and his hands were getting tighter and tighter. Many sources say that people are the most painful when they are suffocated, but I don't feel this way, I feel that my eyes are white, and my consciousness is gradually drifting away, and there is no pain, but it is like sleeping.

There was one last bit of consciousness left, and I knew it would be too late if I didn't resist. I picked up the three incense sticks in my hand and poked them hard at Old Man Wang's neck.

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