I didn't have time to think about it so much, and now that I realized that the two hands that were grabbing me were ghost hands, I began to be unkind. If it was a living person, I might have problems beating indiscriminately, but since it was a ghost hand, then I didn't need to show any mercy, so I raised my right hand, my left hand was originally holding a piece of rope nail, I took the rope nail from my left hand, and slammed the nail towards the place where the lotus flower was held in a very awkward position.

This trick is very useful, when I just pierced the ghost hand, I noticed that Uncle Liang's body shook violently, it looked like a patient who needed to be rescued, and was being electrocuted. Ghost Hand quickly opened his fingers and prepared to retract into the covers. I took advantage of the victory to chase after it, and stabbed it a few more times on the way back, and every time I pricked it, Uncle Liang's body would shake with it.

I think I need to make it clear that in many cases, ghosts are not necessarily touchable to us living people, even if they are visible. Because after all, they do not belong to the same world, so when the living unconsciously come into contact with ghosts, the most common thing that occurs is that they penetrate each other, and the ghost at this moment is just a shadow or a fantasy for us, it does not really exist, and the reason why it is seen by us is only because it is willing to be seen by us. But this time, like the one I encountered, the situation is a bit special. If you want to establish communication between ghosts and people, you usually need a medium, such as a psychic medium, such as a child, such as some props that can have psychic properties, such as coins, or pens, small plates, etc. But if there is direct communication between the two parties beyond these mediums, it is usually a serious situation, which means that at least one of the two parties has a hostile intention towards the other, or a strong need for the other party to do something for them. Obviously, the owner of the ghost hand in front of me has nothing to do with me, and the arrival of me and Hu Zongren is actually full of randomness, and it is impossible for it to ask me. And Uncle Liang is just an old man, honest and duty-bound, and has no grievances with others, but he has become like this by ghosts. If this is really a request for help, I can't believe it.

Then there is only one possibility left, and the ghost hand will attack anyone who makes it feel threatened. From the earliest Sister Liang, after encountering her father's strange situation in the middle of the night, the ghost hand appeared for the first time. Next is Hu Zongren, and then me, all those who are close to this bed and want to help Uncle Liang have all been attacked by it to varying degrees, so in this way, its purpose is not to let us help Uncle Liang, from this level, our hostile relationship has actually been established for a long time. But when my rope nail pierced the ghost hand several times in a row, the feeling from the nail in my hand was more like piercing a watermelon with a very thick skin with a sharp nail, and it would be more difficult to contact it at first, and I could feel obvious resistance, and then after the figure broke through this layer of defense, it would become smoother, but there was nothing inside, and after a few punctures, this ghost hand gave me the feeling that it was more like a hollow state in the middle.

I have never looked at ghosts as if they were medical autopsies, and most of my understanding and cognition of ghosts comes from the experience passed down from my predecessors, and if it weren't for people like us, the number of ghost sightings might be only a few times in a lifetime, and sometimes I don't even know whether I see a person or a ghost. Our work is not a matter of life and death, but we are a very high-risk industry compared to many people who sit in the office. So every time I see a ghost, even if the type of ghost is known within my knowledge, I still feel full of unknown horror.

I saw that one of the ghost hands had retracted, and the other was still clutching at my clothes. As I was about to repeat the same trick as I picked up the nail and plunged it into the hand, it suddenly let go of me, and then reached out and grabbed the hand I was plunging down, and it was as if I had punched myself a sponge soaked in water, and it was impossible to exert my strength, and it was so difficult to even retract my hand. Hu Zongren witnessed what had happened in this short period of time, and he began to rush to help, so I grabbed my right hand with my left hand, trying to raise it a little higher, and when Hu Zongren's hand was about under me and the ghost hand, I suddenly let go of my hand holding the nail of the rope. The rope nail fell vertically and was caught by Hu Zongren. I said to Hu Zongren, quick, wrap this rope around its hand!

I don't know if my standard Chongqing dialect made this ghost understand, just as my voice fell, Hu Zongren was winding the rope, it suddenly let go of the hand that grabbed me, and as before, began to retract into the quilt, but Hu Zongren's movements were still a step faster, and quickly wrapped around the wrist of the ghost hand, and then Hu Zongren shouted, I caught it, what should I do now? I'm not going to play with your rope! I said rip it out for me!

Since the beginning of more than 20 cases in the Xuanyuan Society, I have gradually realized that the red rope I originally used to defend myself and block the entry and exit of ghosts is no longer effective, and even the red rope that binds spirits has been broken free by ghosts several times during this time. This was undoubtedly a huge blow to me, and the red rope that I had once been proud of seemed so vulnerable to these ghosts who could have been arranged to make things difficult for us, and it also made me realize how arrogant and invincible I was before, in fact, it was only because I didn't have a real problem.

The red rope that binds the spirit has a certain restraining effect on the power of the ghost, of course, it depends on the strength of the ghost's own ability. But it will definitely weaken a part, so when Hu Zongren tried to pull the red rope to pull the ghost hand out of the quilt, Uncle Liang suddenly spread his hands, raised his head and began to roar again, unlike before, this time he finally opened his eyes, and when I saw his eyes, I was frightened again.

His eyes were full of red bloodshots, I mean, when his eyes widened, I saw countless bloodshots in the whites of my eyes that I should have seen, maybe it wasn't bloodshots, but the eyes themselves were seriously congested because of the previous relationship, the first time I saw such red eyes, the last time I saw them, it was a very cute rabbit. After Uncle Liang roared, he sat up straight and began to punch at Hu Zongren. Hu Zongren and I didn't expect this Uncle Liang to sit up suddenly, I reacted relatively quickly, although I was pulled, but there was enough space to let go of the back. But Hu Zongren was pulling the red rope as the giant whale picked up, and this time he couldn't avoid it, and Uncle Liang's old fist hit Hu Zongren on the bridge of his nose.

Hu Zongren froze for two seconds, relaxed, and the rope nail in his hand not only failed to pull the ghost hand out, but let the ghost hand pull it into the quilt. Hu Zongren began to squat on the ground with his nose covered, his shoulders twitching slightly. I asked him with concern, are you crying? Hu Zongren didn't speak, but slowly raised his right hand and gestured his middle finger to me. As he stretched out his middle finger, I could see his fingers trembling. It hurts a lot to get hit in the nose, and even the strongest person will cry because of the pain that is different from trauma. After Uncle Liang finished the punch and retracted the quilt with his ghost hand, he fell down again, spread out on the bed, closed his eyes, and continued to look asleep.

I don't dare to take the exam anymore, because I know that if I lift the quilt at this moment, I will be attacked 100% again, don't ask me why, it's just a matter of my experience. So I also squatted on the ground and slowly moved in the direction of Hu Zongren, and by the way pulled Hu Zongren a few steps back, and the two of us squatted at the door that Hu Zongren had opened, so that the sunlight could shine on our bodies, so that I could feel a little less afraid.

It took a while for Hu Zongren to recover his strength. He stood up, wiped his tears, and said, "When we catch this ghost, I have to beat it to pieces." So many things have happened, from the time we entered this room, one after another. And I had entered this room to check the spirit, but now not only had my compass been lost at the door, but even the two of us were so embarrassed by this dying-looking old man. Fortunately, I don't have to check anything anymore, everything that happened in front of me has already given me the answer.

I said to Hu Zongren, why don't we retreat outside first, discuss and discuss before starting the next step. Hu Zongren didn't answer, just nodded, and I asked him if he could go by himself, and he nodded again. So Hu Zongren and I stood up, facing the position of the bed, and slowly moved sideways, in order to guard against the possibility that Uncle Liang would go berserk at any time. I finally walked to the door, I asked Hu Zongren to go out first, and I broke off. After Hu Zongren went out, I looked at Uncle Liang who was still sleeping on the bed, his posture had not changed at all from when we started to flee, the curtains were opened, the door was opened, and the lamp at the head of the bed was also on, but he did not have that dazzling expression like just now, but fell asleep so quietly.

I closed the door, but didn't lock it, because I knew I would have to come back later. Then he picked up the compass on the ground, opened the entrance with Hu Zongren and walked out.

Sister Liang has been waiting at the door, I thought she had heard such a big movement in the house just now, who knew that she didn't seem to have it at all. As soon as Hu Zongren walked out of the door, Sister Liang saw that Hu Zongren's eyes were red and swollen, and there were tears hanging on them, so she asked in horror, what's wrong? What's wrong? Is my dad dead?

Hu Zongren glanced at her and said, your dad can't die, your dad is going to kill me.