Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Ghost of Laipi

Father and Qin Guiren hurriedly chased forward, Wang Chengbao was stunned for a while, and hurriedly chased forward, Duan Yuwen's legs were already weak and numb at the moment, but he didn't want to be left alone in the dark, and even the rolling belt crawled with him.

That Qin Guihe's footsteps walked fast, he didn't have a flashlight in his hand, but his eyes seemed to be able to see everything in the dark, running and jumping all the way, extremely weird, plus the light blue baby on his back, it was even more chilling.

Everyone chased after them, and they heard Qin Guihe running in front of him, and said like a children's rhyme: "Wang Chengbao, break my altar, I want you to return your life today." ”

The voice was sharp and piercing, like a sharp knife inserted into Wang Chengbao's ear, even if he was a calm person, he was panicked when he heard it at the moment.

Although everyone did not slow down at all, in this darkness, Qin Guihe's figure still gradually faded away and disappeared into the darkness. At first, everyone could still tell his direction by the sound, but after chasing him, they couldn't even hear the least sound, and the surroundings fell into silent darkness again.

The pillars of light of the flashlights in the hands of the four people swept around, but the scene in front of them was nothing but a bronze coffin.

"Damn, I still lost it." Qin Guiren said angrily.

"Don't worry," at this time, Wang Chengbao suddenly said in a flat tone: "We don't have to go to him, he will come to us himself." ”

Everyone was stunned, and my father hurriedly asked, "Lao Wang, what do you mean by this?" ”

Wang Chengbao looked up at my father and said, "Brother Fan, didn't you hear what he said just now, today, I must have died here." ”

The father shook his head violently and said, "Lao Wang, don't scare yourself, don't worry, you will be fine, and after we rescue Guihe, we will go out." ”

Wang Chengbao smiled bitterly twice, and suddenly asked, "Brother Fan, this time, let me ask you again, do you believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world?" ”

My father was stunned for a moment, couldn't help frowning, thought very seriously for a while, and finally had to nod heavily and said, "I believe it." ”

Wang Chengbao said: "Brother Fan, I have told you this kind of thing before, but you have always scoffed. I'm different from you, from the very beginning, I began to study ghosts and gods in detail, saying that it sounds good, I am studying metaphysics, and if it is not good, I am half a Taoist. In the past, I once put forward a point in the academic circles that the rise of all ancient civilizations is related to witch culture. The witch culture here does not refer to the sacrificial rituals of nature worship, or the predecessor of the ritual music system, but to the actual witchcraft and witchcraft. ”

My father nodded while listening, but gradually found that Wang Chengbao's tone was wrong, and the words he said sounded like his last words.

My father wanted to interrupt him, but Wang Chengbao waved his hand and signaled that my father must listen to him, so my father had to continue listening.

Wang Chengbao paused, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and continued: "Brother Fan, you are smarter and more talented than me, I have hoped from the beginning that you could study these ancient secret techniques that have been lost for thousands of years with me, but every time you flatly refuse, so I think, I must bring you to a personal experience You guess you will believe." ”

"Now that I believe it, don't say it anymore, the most important thing for us now is to find Guihe." My father said.

Wang Chengbao shook his head and said, "Believe me, that Qin Gui and the fierce are more auspicious, not only him, but also several of us." ”

At this time, my father suddenly had doubts, and he combined with Wang Chengbao's words, thinking about the experience along the way, his heart tightened, and he seemed to finally realize something.

Along the way, Wang Chengbao's performance is outstanding, but there are many things that don't make sense. For example, according to Qin Guiren's recollections, he never sent a photo of the bronze bottle to Wang Chengbao, but Wang Chengbao took the initiative to find the Qin brothers. For another example, along the way, Wang Chengbao seems to know a lot, as if he has experienced it before. The insects and babies in the jar, if it weren't for Wang Chengbao's reminder, several of them would probably be attacked by the insects, and in this huge stone room, his backpack actually contained a homemade magnesium light bomb, this kind of equipment is not used for ordinary investigations, could it be that this Wang Chengbao has long known that there will be a huge underground palace here?

My father couldn't suppress his curiosity anymore and said, "Lao Wang, what else are you hiding from us?" ”

As soon as his father's words fell, a scream suddenly came out from the darkness around him, and Qin Guihe pounced straight up like a hungry tiger, with a cold light flashing in his hand, and a machete went straight to Wang Chengbao's front door.

Fortunately, Wang Chengbao is also a master of wild roads on weekdays, Qin Guihe's speed is fast, and his reaction is faster, he immediately rolled on the spot, avoided the machete, and scolded in his mouth: "Fuck, I said he would come to us himself!" ”

Seeing this, Qin Guiren hurriedly ran to Wang Chengbao's side and shouted at Qin Guihe: "Guihe! I'm your ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Qin Guihe waved his arm, and the machete slashed directly on Qin Guiren's shoulder, and slashed down his chest, and suddenly blood bloomed, and the clothes on his chest were soaked with blood in the blink of an eye.

"You fucking idiot?" Wang Chengbao scolded: "He is simply the puppet of that little ghost now, not your younger brother Qin Guihe!" ”

Before Qin Guiren could react, Qin Guihe waved his arm again, and the cold blade slashed towards him again. My father was standing aside at the time, saying in his heart that it was important to save people, and it didn't matter if Qin Guihe was lying on his back with a ghost baby, he directly grabbed his arm and tried to seize the machete in his hand.

However, Qin Guihe's hand was like a pliers, clutching the handle of the knife and couldn't take it off at all.

Wang Chengbao shouted vigilantly: "Brother Fan, be careful, you can't get him." ”

My father had a stubborn temper in his bones, and the more he couldn't do something, the more he had to try, and he would never give up until he achieved his goal.

At the beginning, Qin Guihe struggled with my father for a while, but suddenly, his whole body froze, and my father was stunned, and saw the light blue ghost baby on his back turning his head to stare at my father, and he didn't move the most, but said in Qin Guihe's voice: "Fan Jiyun, do you want to die too?" ”

When my father heard this, he chuckled in his heart, and he didn't feel a chill down his spine. Of course, this is not because the ghost baby looks terrible, but because the ghost baby actually knows his name.

Just when my father was stunned, Qin Guiren, who was already seriously injured, rushed behind Qin Guihe coldly, and scolded in his mouth: "Fuck it, it's this ghost who is doing it, just drag it off my brother's back!" Mr. Fan, come and help! ”

Qin Guiren, who had been a soldier, was still bloody in the end, and in the face of such a strange incident, he was still able to react like this, which made my father and Duan Yuwen feel admired.

Of course, my father's reaction was quick enough and he immediately stepped up. The two of them, one in front of the other, and at the same time, as soon as they exerted their strength, they listened to the screams of Qin Gui and "Ah".

Although it was a miserable scream, my father and Qin Guiren were overjoyed after hearing it, because this voice was made by Qin Guihe normally, which proved that their method was still effective.

As the saying goes, ghosts are afraid of the wicked. When the little ghost baby saw this momentum, he seemed to be shocked, and even a little overwhelmed.

At this time, where did my father and Qin Guiren dare to relax, they hurriedly increased their strength and pulled them to both sides, and Qin Guihe's screams became more poignant.

Gradually, the ghost baby's body had begun to move away from Qin Guihe's body, and only the limbs were still holding Qin Guihe's body and refusing to let go.

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. Just when my father and Qin Guiren were busy rescuing Qin Guihe, Duan Yuwen suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and when he heard Qin Guihe's terrible scream, he immediately noticed it, and hurriedly said: "Brother Fan, Brother Qin, don't drag, don't drag!" ”

It's just that under the circumstances at that time, where could my father and Qin Guiren still hear the sounds around them, and they continued to tear hard.

There was a stalemate like this for a while, and suddenly, the ghost baby screamed, and my father and Qin Guiren both flew to both sides, and that Qin Guihe fell directly on my father's body.

When Wang Chengbao and Duan Yuwen rushed to my father's side, they suddenly felt a churning in their stomachs, and they felt uncomfortable. Although my father was pressed under Qin Guihe's body, he still noticed the change in the expressions of the two of them and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Wang Chengbao shook his head, pushed Qin Guihe's body away, and then pulled my father to sit up, and said, "Brother Fan, you should see for yourself." ”

My father didn't know why, and he didn't have any psychological defense, just casually skimming, but the sight in front of him frightened him, and in an instant, a huge sarcoma seemed to be blocked in his throat, making him breathless and nauseous.

It turned out that Qin Guihe's back was torn off a piece of skin, not only a piece of skin, but even the entire subcutaneous tissue was torn alive, Qin Guihe's white ribs were mixed with a few pieces of bloody muscle tissue, exposed in front of everyone's eyes, clearly visible, and the shape of the torn skin was the shape of the ghost baby.