"Eh, is this Gu Tongman,?" Xixi said with a little disgust, holding an extremely ugly earthen embryo doll in his small short hand.

This is a doll the size of an adult's palm, different from those gold-plated Gu Tongman, this doll is full of mud inside and out, and it is crooked, and there is a depression on the top of the head, which is not as good as the clay figurines that Nuwa made out at random when she came to the eldest aunt, as if it came from the hands of children.

Not only that, but the doll's facial features are also carved very distorted, with large and small eyes, a collapsed nose, a small crooked mouth, and most importantly, it has not yet been colored, which is the primary color of the earth.

"It's a bit casual. Yun Xizi commented implicitly.

As the owner of a doll shop, I have seen many dolls of different colors, some are delicate and cute, some are deformed and weird, but I have never seen such a "unique" one.

After Xiao Zan glanced at it, he also turned his face away, feeling that after looking at the strange big and small eyes of the doll, the whole person was not good.

"Are you sure this is Gu Tongman's? If you look like this, I'm afraid it will blind their ghost eyes!" Xixi threw the doll back to Master Sorrow, and wiped his little short hand on Master Sorrow's monk's robe with a little disgust.

"Didn't you Chinese say that your son doesn't think the mother is ugly? Besides, I haven't pinched a clay doll before, this is already the best pinch in that pile of waste!" Master Sada shrugged his eyebrows and stroked the dolls' uneven bald head.

"Master, is the soul inside the doll sealed by you?" Xiao Zan asked.

At this time, Yun Xizi and Xi Xi realized that this doll seemed to be an ordinary doll, and they didn't see any soul attached to it, and they didn't even reveal the slightest ghost.

"Yes, yes, although I collected the soul and refined it into a ghost mother, I couldn't control it, so I just sealed it so that it wouldn't come out and make trouble. Master Sorrow nodded.

"Is the little ghost so murderous?" Hee Hee said curiously.

Master Sorrow wrinkled his nose and said, "It's fierce!"

"Where did you get the lonely ghost?" Xiao Zan raised his eyebrows and looked at the Master of the Sad Tower.

"Hehe, naturally it's a deserted grave! a deserted grave is the best match for wild ghosts!" the Master of the Sorrow Tower scratched his bare head, and the thief laughed.

There is a saying in Thailand that little ghosts are easy to invite and difficult to raise, just like in China, it is easy to invite gods and difficult to send gods.

When the imp comes back, he must make offerings, because the imp will grow, so he also needs to "eat".

In the early days, everyone used their own blood to raise imps, but this method consumed too much body, and the imps raised were also more ferocious, which was easy for the keepers to be eaten back.

Later, everyone changed the method of raising them, and according to their different preferences, they were raised as babies.

Some imps like sweets, so they offer them sweets, some imps like gold and silver, they offer them gold and silver, and some imps like meat, so they offer meat......

It's the same as raising a cat ghost, it can't be interrupted, otherwise it will be eaten back, but even if you keep feeding, there will be a situation where the breeder will be back-eaten.

When this happens, the Master of the Pathos will step in and take the runaway imps away.

With the popularity of "please imp" in Southeast Asia, there are more and more cases of backlash, and the master of the sad tower is old, running around, and some are physically and mentally exhausted.

In order to get rid of it once and for all, Master Sada thought of a way to restrain the imp, ask a mother for the ghost, and once there is a case of backlash, send the ghost mother out to clean up the ghost, so you don't have to run away in person.

"I'm so witty!" said the Master of Pathos, smugly to himself.

Then, he packed his luggage and went to Rayong Mansion with the red umbrella and soul collecting bag.

Deep in the dense forests of Rayong province lies a long-abandoned Chinese grave owned by an ominous owner, but considered off-limits by locals because of its haunting.

According to local residents, that place is quite normal during the day, just an ordinary wood, but at night, as long as you go deep into the forest, you can hear people chatting loudly in Chinese, but when you get closer, you can't see half a figure.

There was once a man who helped people watch cattle in the woods and told his friends about his ghost encounter.

He said that one night around two o'clock in the morning, he heard a loud noise coming from the woods, and it felt like a lot of people were drinking and celebrating something.

At first, he thought it was the local workers drinking, so he planned to join in the fun, but when he got closer, he didn't see anyone, but he could still hear someone talking and talking

Or Chinese.

Although he was a little creepy, curiosity tended to follow the sound, only to turn around and run away in the wake of the abandoned grave in front of him.

The next day, he resigned and left the woods.

Although the locals are afraid to set foot in the woods, some young people are brave enough to venture in search of thrills, but each time they are so frightened that they flee into the wilderness.

It can be seen that the theory of haunting is not groundless.

After settling into a nearby hotel, Master Pathos waited for the night to fall.

At night, everything is silent, and the mysterious woods seem more and more quiet and ghostly under the moonlight.

Carrying a red umbrella and a soul collecting bag, the master of the Sorrow Tower hummed a little song and walked towards the depths of the dense forest.

The deeper you go, the denser the trees become, the more weeds there are on the ground, the sky darkens, the stars fade, and every now and then a damp gas wafts out of the dry air.

Ordinary people can't see it, but the Sorrow Master who opened the eyes of heaven can see that these damp gases are translucent white, not cold air, but ghosts and resentment.

"It doesn't seem to be in the wrong place. ”

The corners of the Tower of Sorrow's mouth rose, and he quickened his pace, running towards the place where the ghosts and resentment gathered.

"You melon baby!"

"You are the melon baby, your whole family is a melon baby!"

"Oh, what's the noise, drink!"

As I walked, there was a sudden noise in front of me, and it seemed to be very lively.

"Human, or ghost?"

Master Beita pricked up his ears, listened carefully, and found that the other party spoke in a Chinese dialect.

The deeper you go into the dense forest, the louder the noise becomes, but there are no more people around, not even half a ghost.

"Could it be that someone is pretending to be a ghost?" wondered the Master of the Sorrowful Tower.

But no, there are a lot of ghosts and resentment around.

The Master of the Sorrow Tower brushed aside the messy branches, and a deserted tomb appeared before his eyes.

Through the cold moonlight, the Master of the Sad Tower found that this was a large-scale deserted tomb, covering an area the size of half a basketball court, covered with weeds, looming, in this originally silent and barren woods, it looked very strange.

From the text on the tombstone, it can be seen that the tomb owner is Chinese, but Master Beita is not very familiar with the Chinese dynasty, so it is impossible to guess which dynasty the tomb owner is from the handwriting.

Around the deserted area, a group of looming figures floated around, and around them, tables and chairs were arranged, and food and wine were placed on the tables, as if they were setting up a feast.

The Master of the Tower of Sorrow walked towards the desolate tomb, and the noise came to an abrupt end, and the ghost feast disappeared with it, and even the ghost aura and resentment that had been surrounding him suddenly dissipated.

"Hehe, still shy?" the Master of Sorrow smiled and recited the incantation.

"Woooo

As soon as the spell came out, the ghosts that had been hiding suddenly emerged from all directions, some from the tombstones, some from the ground, and some from behind the weeds......

They are translucent and humanoid, male and female, young and old, dressed in ancient costumes, with hollow eyes and dull eyebrows.

"Well, it's not a ghost, it's just a little resentful, and a little naughty. ”

Coming out in the middle of the night to make a fuss, and not attaching themselves to those who strayed into the woods, means that they are not evil ghosts, but just have some evil taste.

Summoning the ghost around him, the Master of the Tower of Sorrow looked around.

"Don't be a lonely ghost here, I'll give you a superordinate. The Master of Sorrow said to the surrounding ghosts.

Hearing the words of the Master of the Sad Tower, the group of ghosts did not move, but their eyes changed slightly, and they were no longer stunned, but became hideous.

However, the Master of Compassion is still immersed in his own world of compassion, seducing these ghosts step by step.

"I think you have been abandoned here, you have become a lonely ghost, your soul cannot be reincarnated, you can only come out at night to gather, how pitiful, although you have not harmed others yet, but you have made this forest so ghostly, so that others cannot set foot on it, this is also not right..."

"Hula!"

Before he could speak, a gust of wind blew up, causing the trees to shake and fall, and the fallen leaves and weeds on his face, which confused his eyes.

"Ouch, my eyes are in the sand!" the Master of Sorrow hurriedly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes

Eyeball.

At this moment, the ghost that had been standing in mid-air suddenly moved, floating towards the Master of the Tower of Sorrow, surrounding him from all sides.

"Whew!"

The ghost closest to the Master of the Tower of Sorrow flew up at once, turned into a wisp of white smoke, and rushed straight down towards the Master of the Tower of Sorrow's Heavenly Spirit Cover, and quickly got into it.

“duang！”

The skull nerves of the Master of Pathos flicked, and then he opened his eyes, and he saw a ghost less than half a meter away from him.

"Oh, so you're not as stupid as you seem!" Master Grief sneered, closed his eyes again, and recited the incantation.

"Babble!"

As soon as the incantation came out, accompanied by a sharp shout, a wisp of white smoke emerged from the Heavenly Spirit Gai of the Tower of Sorrow.

As soon as the Master of Sorrow reached out, he grabbed the wisp of white smoke and stuffed it into the soul collection bag.

"Hulahula..."

Seeing that the Master of the Tower of Sorrow easily grabbed the soul body, the surrounding ghosts were so frightened that they fled in all directions, rolling up gusts of yin wind, and the ghosts and resentment also spread around.

"Since you are unkind, then don't blame me for being unjust!" After shouting, the Master of the Pagoda of Sorrow threw away the soul bag and opened the red umbrella.

"Brush!"

Hold the handle upside down, and a large red light shines on the ghosts, reflecting them in crimson, and the dark forest in red.

After being illuminated by the red light, the ghosts seemed to have lost their strength, and they fell to the ground one after another, looking at the Master of Sorrow with fierce and hateful eyes, and their resentment was even worse.

"Although the face is a little hideous, it can still distinguish between men and women and young and old. The Master of Sorrow put away the red umbrella, put it on his shoulder, and walked towards the group of ghosts on the ground.

"Have you ever given birth?" asked the Master of Sorrow as he walked up to an older female ghost and bowed his head.

The female ghost opened her frightened eyes, shook her head, and nodded again.

"Have you ever been born?" said the Master of the Sorrowful Tower.

"Seng over. The female ghost made a faint voice.

"Seng has been born?" Although it is in Chinese, Master Beita does not understand the dialect spoken by the female ghost.

The female ghost nodded.

"Okay! That's you. With that, the Master of the Tower of Sorrow took out another soul collection bag, picked up the female ghost, and stuffed it into the soul collection bag.

Seeing the huge body of the female ghost being forcibly stuffed into a small bag, the surrounding ghosts began to become uneasy.

"The ass is too big. The Master of Sorrow pushed the female ghost's buttocks, stuffed her all in, shook the soul bag, and looked at the other female ghosts on the ground.

Seeing the Master of the Tower of Sorrow looking at them, the female ghosts shrunk their necks and lowered their eyes.

"And those who have been sengling?" asked Master Sorrow, learning the accent of a female ghost.

"No!" the female ghosts hurriedly shook their heads.

The Master of the Sorrow Tower frowned and walked towards a middle-aged female ghost, "You haven't had a child?"

"I haven't seng. The female ghost quickly shook her head.

"No, you look like you're about to become a grandmother, how can you not have a baby?" the Master of Sorrow scratched his head, puzzled.

"I haven't seng!" the female ghost emphasized.

"What about you?" said Master Sorrow, turning to the female ghost next to him.

"No!" the female ghost shook her head desperately.

"No, look at your breasts, which are big and sagging, obviously you have breastfed the child!" said Master Sorrow, staring at the female ghost's translucent breasts.

"Pervert!" the female ghost spat at and hurriedly covered her chest.

The Master of the Sad Tower scratched his head, glanced at the female ghost, and then looked back at the other female ghosts on the ground, only to find that they were all avoiding his gaze.

"Oh, I see. The Master of Sorrow suddenly realized, leaned over and grabbed the female ghost who was covering her chest on the ground, stuffed it into the soul collection bag, and walked in front of the other female ghosts, looking for the female ghost who was suspected of having given birth to a child.

However, everywhere the Master of the Tower of Sorrow went, all the screams and angry scolding of the female ghosts were.

"You old pervert!"

"Do not defile our pure souls!"

"We won't let you go!"

Master Sorrow smiled and said, "You are already ghosts. ”

Subsequently, under the angry scolding and noise of the female ghosts and the trembling of the male ghosts, the Master of the Sad Tower collected all the female ghosts who were suspected of having given birth to children......