Has it begun? I pulled out my brush and said, "Whatever you're here, you're dead, you should leave." And you're also revenged, drop everything and leave. ”

"Drop everything? Haha, hahahaha, let go of everything, why didn't they let go of everything in the first place? Kill me, and seal me up in this stove, and make me suffer every day. Eleven years, I have been roasted by fire here for eleven years! I've only been trapped with them for a few years? Why do you care? ”

The ghost in the clod of earth was like a shadow on the ground, gradually moving, like black water flowing towards me on the ground.

"I'm not a judge, this kind of thing will be judged by the judge. Leave, I can give you lots and lots of Stygian coins for you to do. If you don't leave, then disappear. "I said it very lightly, but as I heard it, in fact, my palms were already full of sweat, and my back was behind my back, and the brush I was holding was a little slippery. I knew that the more I feared, the more he fueled his momentum, but it was really scary to watch the shadow flow like black water.

He slowly entered the formation I had set up earlier. I approached the table, picked up the lighter from it, and was ready to go. When he is fully in the array, he will light the fire. For such a terrible ghost, I never thought that I could persuade it.

"Just you? The gentleman they invited before has been stepped on by me here for so many years, and since you let them go, let you come and play with me. ”

Suddenly, the black shadow jumped to my feet, I was about to retreat but it was too late, the black shadow hugged my feet, the lighter in my hand fell, the black shadow was already out of that array, and now the ignition is useless.

I felt a force on my wrist, and I was holding the incense stalk on the table with my hand, and it was piercing directly into my wrist artery. I think that's how he killed this family. There was so much blood in that big room, and he used this trick to make people die inside.

I used my own strength to control my hands, but in vain. His feet were hugged tightly, and he couldn't move at all. I'm going to be like a way to not really get cut open like that. As long as the arteries are broken, it's hard for me to make it to the end, and then I'm really going to be played by him in this room!

I used my consciousness to strongly command my body and let my hand go. Finally, the incense stalk fell, and of the three incense stalks, two were lying flat on the ground, and only one was obliquely plunged into the dark shadow at his feet. At that moment, the foot was able to move. I stepped forward quickly, knelt down, rolled on the spot, and rolled into the formation. At the same time, he also grabbed the lighter that fell on the ground.

In that moment, a dark shadow was placed on my body, its hands clasped tightly around my neck. The feeling of suffocation and lack of oxygen made me kick and kick wildly. My hands were clutching at my neck, but I couldn't catch anything. I couldn't resist her attack. My throat hurts, and it feels like it's been cracked. My hand pressed close to the cotton thread on the ground. Closer, closer, but my hands couldn't touch the cotton thread.

You can only bet once. Ignited the lighter and slid over the ground. The flame touched the cotton thread and ignited. At the same time, the lighter exploded with a "bang" because the fuselage was burned.

Because of the explosion, because of the fire, the weight of my body disappeared, and the invisible hand that clasped my neck was gone. I didn't care about anything, and rolled out of the formation.

My clothes were burned as I rolled the thread, but because I was rolling on the ground all the time, the fire didn't burn. I was coughing violently, and I even had a little blood coming out of my mouth. It really hurt my throat.

Dizziness, a feeling of not being able to distinguish the direction. He just stood up, but his legs were so weak that he knelt down again. I was breathing heavily, coughing, my throat aching, like a fire.

Finally a little recovered, and I saw the situation clearly. The black shadow in front of him was a fire array, and it had condensed into the shape of a person. He was covered in black, like coal. After all, it has been in the stove for so many years.

In there he said in a panic, "Don't burn me, don't burn me, don't, don't burn me." It's hot, it's hot! His body began to dry up and char a little bit, and he touched his face in panic, but after touching it, a piece of black charcoal flesh fell from his face, revealing the red, steaming flesh inside.

Roast people dry! The word popped into my head. I struggled to my feet and said in a voice that had already been hoarsely pitched, "You're a man without J8, you shouldn't be here." You're dead, your j8 is gone! "I'm just gambling, betting that the ghosts who left before didn't lie to me. Bet on this trick will work.

The black charcoal looked at me in panic, he was so dark that I couldn't tell if there was a j8 in his place. Even if there is, the barbecue has fallen off this face, and the J8 has already become a grilled sausage.

He said emotionally, "They cut me J8, they cut me J8." It's not my fault. It was the woman of this family who deliberately seduced me. I was only nineteen years old, and how could I control watching a woman take a shower in front of me and seduce me with such a gesture. They just do it on purpose. They grabbed me and beat me, saying I had raped. I didn't, I really didn't. It's hot, it's hot. Don't burn me, don't burn me. They cut me J8, but they didn't say a word about the woman. I bled a lot, a lot. I begged them to take me to the hospital. They still haven't said yes. And they laid me down by the kitchen, and made a stove out of my blood and clay. I begged them to give me a handful of mud, even if it was to stop the bleeding from the wound first. But they threw me into the mud and sealed me in the stove. Roast me every day, burn me, and burn me into coals. ”

No wonder he killed the people before him by letting their blood out, it turned out that the real cause of his death was this.

"It's hot, it's hot! Don't burn it! Don't burn it! He tried to get out of the formation, but it was kerosene, cotton thread, and fire, which he feared the most, and he couldn't move at all.

I stood up straight, tried to recover my strength directly, picked up the brush that had fallen on the ground, and said, "You're dead, I'll send you away." ”

He slowly fell to his knees, crying, but without tears.

I didn't rush him, and after a while, he raised his head and said, "Good! I'm leaving! They're all gone anyway. I'll go. ”

I nodded, and approached him with a brush: "Go to the world over there and atone for your sins." "As my feet stepped in, he suddenly lunged at me.

I was stunned, he was going to take advantage of a gap in the formation formed when I had one foot in the formation and one foot outside the formation.

But it was too late, and he pounced on me, with a hot wave of heat, but it didn't catch fire. I was thrown to the ground by him, and my clothes burned because it was so close.

"Ahh I screamed and elbowed him, forgetting that he wasn't a human, he was a ghost. He had no substance, I hit him, and I didn't hit anything, and he turned into a black shadow and was wrapped around me, and my clothes were on fire. I tried to take off my cotton coat, but he held my hand tightly. I tried to roll on the spot, but he grabbed my feet.

The fire on my body was getting bigger and bigger, and the ghost handprint on my chest pulsated with a "poof", and I knew that it was going to replace me. My consciousness blurred, and gradually my body began to carry out the commands given by the ghost mudra.

Unleash the suppressed yin energy, and use all the yin energy of the ghost handprint to shake away the ghost's restraints. Then he took off his cotton clothes and rolled on the spot to extinguish the fire on his body. In the process of rolling, the dagger was also drawn. The dagger sent by the Ren family, a dagger full of yin resentment.

I laughed, an eerie laugh, stuck out my tongue and licked it lightly at the blade of the dagger, feeling a sense of contentment in my heart. I love the feeling of bloody cruelty, and I love the feeling of killing right now. The thought came to me. I know it's not my feeling, but at this moment, my ghost mudra is one. It's like many, many years ago, he asked me to rush out into the street with a kitchen knife. That feeling of killing someone, it excites me, excites me.

That black charcoal was shaken by my yin qi and scattered entirely. When it was slowly condensing but not yet condensed, the dagger had already pierced into his heart, looking at the black gas and heat on its body, as the dagger entered my body, there was a sense of satisfaction that I had eaten enough.

My hand plunged into his body and grabbed out his heart, which had been charred, and I shattered it with a hard squeeze. I laughed, it was a good feeling. I couldn't even tell if this feeling good thought was mine or a ghost handprint. My consciousness no longer resisted it as it had done before, and let him kill.

The charred body was gone again, completely gone. I looked at my hand, held the dagger, made a cut in my own arm, stuck out my tongue and licked the blood, and said, "It's still fresh blood." ”

No! This is not my feeling! Blood should be awake and disgusting! I fell to my knees, threw away my dagger, covered my wounds, and used my bloody fingers to draw a sigil under the lifted garment, and to draw a sigil on the ghost's handprint.

A phrase popped into my head: "One day, I'll swallow you." ”

"There won't be that day!" I replied with difficulty, "Thank you for your help today, you can go back to sleep." ”

By the time I finished drawing, I was lying on the ground with all my strength gone. The ghost handprint is just a yin qi and an obsession left in my body by the powerful ghost who covered my heart and blinded me to kill people. It's just that it already has such a lot of power. What should I do if I were to meet that ghost again? What will happen to me?