Just when Fan Qiang thought he was out of big trouble, a bigger crisis appeared.

A policeman who has a good personal relationship with Fan Qiang's agent handed over something to Fan Qiang. It was a relic that the little demon had taken with him when he died. In addition to the suicide note accusing Fan Qiang of abandoning him from the beginning, there is also a broken tongue. According to the suicide note, the little demon went to Thailand before his death, worshiped the head descending master, and used his tongue to make a descending guide. After death, the soul will always follow Fan Qiang, from life to death, from the yang to the underworld, like maggots attached to the bones, closely following each other, never separated.

The people in Fanqiang's place believe in these things very much, such as the head lowering Maoshan technique, and the agent herself has a similar supernatural experience, she knows that this matter is not trivial, so she hurriedly went to find the master. The master is a master, looked at the tongue and went to check the body of the little demon, and said that it was troublesome, this woman did indeed lower her head before her death, and this kind of descent is called death descent, which is to use her own death as a spiritual guide to trigger the descent. This kind of head-lowering technique is both vicious and poisonous, and the master can't understand the technique. This is the unique secret technique of the head lowering master, and ordinary people can't break it.

In the case of the agent and Fan Qiang begging and promising a lot of money, the master gave Fan Qiang a peace charm, saying that this is all he can do, let him do it himself. At the end, the master said that there is no way to unravel this descent, but the opportunity is rare. Fan Qiang asked what to do, and the master said that unless you can find a bone urn that has been stored for more than 50 years, the bone urn must also be used by Maoshan Technique. If you find out, you can put a picture of yourself and the woman under the bones in the bone urn, and silently recite the Wheel Sutra I taught you, so that the female ghost who becomes after the woman's death mistakenly thinks that the pile of bones is you, and will let go of your true body and attach to the pile of white bones forever.

Fan Qiang has been planting this head since he planted it, and it is really miserable, and he can often see the shadow of female ghosts in his life. Sometimes the female ghost sat on the sofa in the living room, and sometimes even lay on the edge of the pink bed. She didn't harass, just wore such a white pajamas, with a cloak and big blood-red eyes and watched silently. There was even a time when Fan Qiang another woman, and the two were talking in bed, and he saw the female ghost sitting at the head of the bed with her knees crossed, as if watching an A-movie, looking at the clouds and rain on the bed.

The most terrifying thing is that Fan Qiang held a concert, he stood on the stage and sang halfway, and the fans who shouted the tsunami under the stage, the searchlight swept by, and he suddenly found that the dense crowd under the stage was actually all demons. Thousands of little demons dressed in various costumes looked at the stage together, each face was covered with blood.

Fan Qiang is simply crazy. He kind of understood what it meant to be a maggot with a bone.

Just now, he got lost in the mountains, walked around, and saw this concrete wall. It was in the hole in the cement wall that he found the bone urn that had been stored for more than fifty years, providence.

I was dumbfounded.

Fan Qiang said that after discovering the bone urn, he put the photo of himself and the little demon into the urn, and was reciting the Wheel Sutra there.

I sweated like rain, I didn't expect it to be so entangled, and asked strangely: "How do you know that this bone urn has been stored for fifty years, and what Maoshan technique has been used for?" ”

Fan Qiang walked over and took out the bone urn from the hole in the wall and put it on the ground. He lifted the sealed jar, then put his hand into the urn, took out a white bone, and handed it to me: "Take it." ”

At this time, the night wind blew, and I was cold: "This ...... This ......"

"What is this, hurry up and help me hold it, don't put it on the ground." Pink glared at me.

I grabbed the end of the bone with two fingers, and I trembled. This powder was really good, and took out two or three bones from the urn one after another, and finally turned out a talisman and a photo. Let's talk about this talisman first, which is attached to a large bone stick. On the yellowed paper, charms are drawn with cinnabar pens. Judging by the degree of cinnabar peeling, this thing should have been stored for many years. The charms are painted with ghost-like patterns, and there are some characters with strange structures that I can't read. At the bottom of the charm, there is a small line of regular script, in traditional Chinese. It reads, on the fifth day of the fifth month of the third year of the Republic of China, the book of the Son of Heaven.

"Do you know what year the third year of the Republic of China is?" Fan Qiang asked.

"I don't know." Looking at this yellow talisman, I feel eerie.

"1914 year. Do you think there have been 50 years now? Fan Qiang asked me rhetorically.

"Don't say fifty years, there will be a hundred years."

"Yes. If you look at this spell again, it's obvious that it's Maoshan Technique. The bone urn has been used for more than 50 years, and it has been done by the Taoist priest of Maoshan Mountain, and I have bumped into these two items, do you say it is the will of heaven? "Fan qiang looks at me.

I nodded: "It's a rare opportunity." What does this Yama Heavenly Son do? This name is really crazy. ”

"Maybe it's the road number. I don't know very well. Fan Qiang picked up the photo and showed it to me again.

The photo shows him posing with a girl in the background of an ancient building in the style of Southeast Asia. This girl is indeed beautiful, with a ponytail and bangs, and she looks small and delicate, delicate and moving. When I thought that Fan Qiang had given such a girl, I couldn't help but swallow. Damn, it's good to be handsome and rich.

Fan Qiang told me that this photo is the only photo of him and the little demon. Take it with you wherever you go, and once you can find a bone urn that meets the requirements, you can do it at any time. He told me that he was quite cautious and never took pictures with any girlfriend, let alone bed photos, for fear of causing some nude photos. This group photo is very rare, and Fan Qiang hesitated for a long time before taking it.

Fan Qiang put the picture and the charm back into the bone urn, put the bones back in, and finally covered the jar. He very reverently put the urn back into the hole in the wall and solemnly warned me not to disturb him, and that he would recite the Wheel Sutra again.

I knew it was a big deal, so I put away my joke and pulled the mute girl to stand in the distance. Fan Qiang knelt on the ground and chanted words.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger at night, and the temperature was very low, and I had goosebumps, and I didn't dare to make a sound, just stomped my feet on the spot.

After a long time, Fan Qiang stood up, breathed a long sigh of relief, and his expression was a lot more relaxed. Looks like it's over.

I walked over to congratulate him, but he sighed and didn't say anything more.

We walked up the mountain road, and on the way I asked him, what did the successive deaths of our people have to do with the surrender of our heads?

Fan Qiang nodded gloomily: "I have a hunch that that woman is very evil, and she will slowly clean me up." She cleaned everyone out of the group, and finally it was my turn, and she was going to torture me. ”

"Then when you complete that ritual, will the head-lowering technique be broken?" I asked worriedly.

Fan Qiang smiled: "Yes." ”

Whether it was true or not, I breathed a long sigh of relief, and my suppressed gloom heart was greatly relaxed. I told myself that the clouds cleared and everything was gone.

We climbed to the top of the mountain, and we were too tired to do it. On the top of the mountain, there are some fortifications left over from the war years, which have long been dilapidated after years of wind and rain, but they can block the wind. We lay in a stone house, exhausted.

I was leaning against the wall and was in a daze, when suddenly a dark shadow came over and covered my mouth. I opened my eyes and saw Fan Qiang's panicked expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a low voice.

Powder strong teeth fight: "Catch ...... Chase away corpses. ”

I was thrilled: "What's going on?" ”

He took my hand and came to the window, peeked out of the corner, and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest in a red Taoist robe walking down the mountain road.

The man was carrying a black cloth bag, and he didn't know what it contained. Holding a bin in his hand, he took a step and knocked it, and there were words in his mouth. I couldn't understand what was being said, it was soft and soft, and the syllables were glued together.

This Taoist priest was followed by eight other people. All eight of them were dressed in long white robes, with their heads scattered, and their heads buried deeply. There are four in front and four in the back. The four people in the back were still carrying a black wooden coffin!

I was horrified and whispered to Fan Qiang what was going on. Fan Qiang lowered his voice and almost whispered: "That Taoist priest is reading the local dialect of southern Fujian, and I can understand a few sentences, probably saying that the corpse is driven in the middle of the night, and the living should not be approached." ”

I had a fleeting thought, I wanted to ask Fan Qiang, but forget it. What I'm more curious about is that what dialect this Taoist priest uses to chant the scriptures is not good, but he uses Hokkien dialect, what's going on? Fellow of the strong powder?

At this time, the scene is very weird, very wrong. The eight people behind the Taoist priest couldn't see their faces clearly, their long hair covered their faces, and their movements were very stiff, their knees would not bend, and they walked slowly forward with the steps of the Taoist priest, like marionettes.

I'm a little surprised, these eight people are the corpses of Taoist priests? But why are you still carrying a coffin? I have never heard of a corpse being carried in a coffin during the process of driving out a corpse.

The nine men soon reached the top of the hill and were passing by the stone house where we were hiding. The powder pressed me on the ground, and we didn't dare to breathe. I saw the dark shadows of this group of people reflected in the moonlight, through the windows of the stone houses, and stretched long on the ground.

First the Taoist priest, then the four people in the back, and finally the four people carrying the coffin.

I was so nervous that I held my breath and my hands and feet froze. Suddenly there was a sound of shredding in the room, and we were in a cold sweat, and we looked at it, and it turned out that the mute girl had woken up, rubbing her sleepy eyes and looking at us, she was pulling at her shoes, making a loud noise, and kicking and tapping towards us.

I was so scared that I almost peed, but luckily the group had just walked outside. The fan was furious, walked over and gave the mute girl a big mouth with a "snap".

The mute girl took a few steps backwards and fell to the ground with a thud. She pursed her mouth, and bean-sized tears flowed down her face. I wanted to cry but couldn't cry, and I was very aggrieved.

"Broom Star." Fan Qiang scolded viciously.

I didn't go over to persuade me, but I felt a sense of comfort in my heart. If I want to beat a dumb girl, I can't do it, but I am very happy to see it under the pretense of others. Fan Qiang said that the mute girl is a broom star, it just said to my heart, and I look at her now and I am extremely disgusted.

Fan Qiang said to me: "This place can't be stayed, let's leave quickly." ”

I have no objection to that.

Fan Qiang said again: "Discuss something with you, this girl can't be brought." I have a bad feeling that with this broom star, we will all be ruined by her. ”

I looked at the mute girl, who was sitting on the ground, crying with her mouth spitting and looking at me with teary eyes.