Ghost upper body? It's a word that makes people shudder.

Liang said: "At first, I was not sure about the red line and yin card on the doorknob. Now that I see the altar of sacrifice, I understand what this Xing Hong wants to do. This is for the ghost to use.,It's a bit like a disc fairy.、Pen fairy.,Of course, that kind of little game can't be compared with this kind of evil magic at all.。 ”

"Ghost please?" I pondered the word and asked softly, "You mean, she took the initiative to possess the demon?" ”

"Yes." Liang Wuwu nodded: "It's a bit similar to the Northeast Jumping God." The dancing god invited the immortal, Hu Huang often python smoke. The last 'smoke' is the smoke soul, that is, the ghost. ”

He said that I know this very well, I have dealt with Hong Chen before, and she is the god of Northeast Jumping. Hong Chen's ancestors, there is also a Baojiatang immortal, who is a female ghost of the smoke soul, and as a result, Wang Dongmei was refined.

"The great god of the Northeast Jump, the smoke soul or the stele king, whether it is good or evil, it must be approved by the immortal family if it can appear in the court. I don't know the exact process, for example, if they want to go out of the court, they must be approved by the organization, not stragglers. And our Xing Hong is interesting. Liang said.

"How?" I asked.

Liang Wu said: "Her spell of summoning ghosts is very evil, and it is not good to say what ghosts she can summon." It's likely that you're going to be a lonely ghost. I haven't done much research on this, and all in all, it's very evil, pure crookedness. ”

The more he talked about it, the colder it became, swallowed his saliva, rubbed his shoulders and said to him if we should go.

"Let's go? Aren't you looking for clues about Xiaoyu's lost soul? "Liang Jiwu is still energetic. He told me to stay where I was, and went into another room.

This old house is very small, with a total of two rooms. The room inside wouldn't be too big, but Liang couldn't come out when he went in. The more I stayed, the more I seeped, and when I looked at my watch for ten minutes, the kid seemed to be missing. I couldn't stand still, and tiptoed to the room. The door was not closed, and it was dark inside, only a glowing green light. I took a closer look, and it was Liang Jiwu who was on his mobile phone, looking at something very carefully.

This room resembles a Buddhist hall, with a large Buddhist shrine in the corner, which occupies almost half of the room. Opposite the shrine is an old-fashioned standing cabinet, but nothing else.

The shrine is made of dark red wood, and it is densely carved with scriptures. The shrine is divided into several layers, each layer arranged like a ladder, and many spiritual plaques are placed on each layer. What's weird is that there are no words on the spirit card, but all kinds of villains are painted with vermilion lacquer. The painter's technique is very bad, and the characters on it are like stick figures of children's graffiti, which looks immature and exaggerated, but in this environment, there is a strange feeling that is difficult to describe, very scary.

What caught my eye the most was that at the top of the Buddhist shrine, surrounded by a bunch of spiritual tablets, there was a human statue.

This statue is very strange, and the image movements are completely different from other Buddha statues. Buddha statues, standing or sitting or lying, or eighteen arhats like their hands to support the sky, one arm on the side of the head, there is always a specific action, at first glance is Buddhism Zen Buddhism, there is a ritual in it. And this statue is so weird, it depicts a man sitting behind a table, one hand supporting his chin, and the other hand tapping on the table. Because the statue is too high, and there is no light in the room, it is difficult to see the facial expressions. But I feel that this person is a bit like a state cadre, and he is doing business there.

Seeing this, I suddenly remembered a person. I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

What comes to mind is Director Ma. In addition to laughing, it is also a little creepy. Xing Hong worships the Buddha, and the one who can't worship is Director Ma, right? Damn, what kind of routine is this?

I walked into the house and came to Liang Wuwu, who was looking at the portraits of the people on the spirit tablets. When he looked up and saw me, he couldn't help frowning: "What are you doing here?" Didn't you stay honest? ”

I couldn't care about my face anymore and whispered, "I'm a little scared." ”

Liang didn't say anything, and asked me, "Do you know what these are?" ”

"What?"

"Xing Hong is here to sacrifice ghosts." Liang said in a deep voice: "Ghosts are afraid of light, so the lights in this room are not easy to use and can't be turned on." These tablets are used to worship ghosts, and a tablet corresponds to a ghost. As he spoke, he shook his mobile phone, and the glowing light illuminated the dense spirit tablets on the Buddha shrine in front of him, not to mention hundreds. I watched my throat move, my scalp was a little numb, and I tightly pulled Liang Weiwu's clothes.

He was still studying there, but I suddenly had a very subtle feeling, a sense of foreboding. I whispered to urge him to leave quickly, but Liang was impatient and talked about Wang Xiaoyu again. Somehow, my uneasiness and anxiety grew heavier and heavier, and I was about to say more, when suddenly we both heard the sound of the lock at the outermost door at the same time.

Damn, someone is going to open the door and come in.

Liang Jiwu reacted very quickly, and pulled me out of the back room and outside. By this time it was too late, and the door lock had already been opened. Liang raised his eyebrows and turned off the lights in the outhouse first. Suddenly the whole house was plunged into darkness. He held me tightly, and we both pressed against the wall, not daring to move.

I saw a vague figure coming in from outside the door, it was too dark to see anything clearly. This person is very old, his body is rickety, he walks very slowly, and seems to move in small steps. Don't look at the slow step by step, but the body is swaying from side to side, it looks very scary. As soon as the man entered, the temperature of the whole room seemed to drop, and the cold air was billowing out, and I was so frightened that my hands and feet trembled, but fortunately Liang was by his side, otherwise he would have collapsed on the ground.

The man didn't enter the outhouse, but came in our direction step by step. The room was so big that it didn't take a few steps to get there. Liang Zhuwu immediately made a decision and pulled me in. We cautiously stepped back, and the figure pressed in.

I can't be sure if the man saw us or not, so I can only retreat and retreat and go into the back room.

Liang Zhiwu patted me and pointed to the old-fashioned wardrobe opposite the Buddhist shrine, which meant to let me hide inside. I took a few steps to open the cabinet door, and as soon as I opened it, there was a choking musty smell from inside, and I almost coughed out. Liang pushed me behind him and pushed me into the closet, and then he closed the cabinet door outside. At that moment, only the sound of footsteps was heard, and the figure outside walked in.

I covered my nose and leaned against the cupboard, so nervous that I couldn't breathe. The heart was beating violently, as if it was about to fly out of the cavity. I suddenly realized that I was the only one in the cabinet, and Liang Jingwu was still outside. What can I do?

The light was too dim to see what was in the cupboard, and all I could reach was tattered clothes. Some of these clothes are hairy, some are torn, and all of them exude a very bad smell, which is really life-threatening.

It's so quiet that you can almost hear your own heartbeat. I don't know what's going on outside the road, but there's no sound at all, and the person who came in shouldn't have noticed Liang Weiwu.

It was very uncomfortable to be in this cramped space, and I had a very bad feeling that the door of the cabinet would suddenly open, and there was an old witch with a disheveled hair standing outside.

After waiting for a while, I was sweating profusely. At this moment, a sound suddenly sounded outside.

It was the voice of a woman chanting the scriptures, very soft and low, and the language used was not incomprehensible at all. I cautiously leaned forward, holding my breath and peering through the crack in the cabinet door, it was pitch black outside, but I could still see a shadow outline in the blur.

I saw the figure, standing in front of the shrine with his hands down, chanting very reverently. This kind of scripture sounds a bit like Sanskrit, and a bit like Thai, and the pronunciation has a kind of knocking on the bang. In the silent and gloomy room, the strange sound of chanting gradually drifted away, and the air almost froze.

Reading and reading, those spirit cards on the Buddha shrine suddenly had no wind and automated, and "gala gala" sounded there. I was so focused that I could barely breathe. Just as I was watching, a strange scene suddenly appeared.

The figure slowly floated up. There was nothing wrong with it, there was no jumping, no jumping, just standing, and then it was levitated. He didn't float very high, and vaguely saw the man's two feet on tiptoe to the ground, his head hanging deeply, and his body stiff. That state is like the whole person being hung by an invisible rope.

I was so nervous that my hands and feet were cold, and my whole body was weak, and this strange scene was simply sadistic.

The man hung like this, motionless, as if he were dead. The dark room looked like a person and a piece of clothing hanging there.

As he was watching, the man suddenly moved, and his movements were very stiff, as if rusty. She took a step forward, and without going out, she just circled around the room.

Finally, after three turns, the man walked out of the house and drifted somewhere. As soon as his figure disappeared, I finally spit out this breath, and my eyes turned black and I almost fainted. At this moment, a dark shadow on the ceiling suddenly descended and fell lightly to the ground. The black shadow came to the cabinet door and knocked on it, and whispered, "Liu Yang, you're not dead." ”

This beam is really enough for Niu A, and it is actually hidden on the ceiling. The slick ceiling, it's hard to figure out how he stuck to it. I quickly opened the cabinet door and whispered, "I almost didn't die of scare." ”

Liang was about to say something, when suddenly a long shadow dragged in, damn, the man is back again.

Liang Weiwu reacted quickly, rushed into the cabinet with an arrow step, quickly closed the cabinet door, handed me something, and said in a low voice: "This is a grapefruit leaf, rubbing it on my eyelids." ”

Through the crack in the door, I saw the man floating in, with his back to us, facing the shrine, motionless, not knowing what the Buddha was doing.

I picked up the grapefruit leaf to rub it on my eyelids, and Liang Wuwu put his mouth next to my ear and whispered softly: "No matter what you see for a while, don't make a sound." ”

My heart pounded again. Gently wiped his eyelids with grapefruit leaves, and then leaned over to the cabinet door to look out. At this glance, my eyes suddenly straightened, and I took a breath of cold air.

There were seven or eight more people in the room, men and women, old and young, dressed in all kinds of clothes. They didn't communicate much, just stood there, their bodies shaking slightly. I suddenly found a person in this group of people, and I was dumbfounded, because I saw Wang Xiaoyu!

Wang Xiaoyu was wearing a white hospital gown in the hospital at this time, standing there with her hands down, looking at the front stupidly, as if she was mourning something.