"The Gu raised on the body is generally born and dies with the master, so this Gu ghost is powerful and domineering, but now it is in the transformation period, Xiao Dao Gu is dead, and it is impossible for the Gu ghost in the transformation period on her body to live. The important thing now is what we should do about the death of the little nun. The old village chief stood up and said.

"Just report it. Mom stood there and said.

"This incident will be reported to the village, and there will be deaths. The old village chief looked at my mother and said.

At this moment, I saw the village chief come back with his son. It turned out that the village chief's son and five other young people in the village had done this, and the six of them had gone out for a stroll after drinking together that night. I slipped to the village committee and saw the little nun coming out of the room. The little nun's glamorous posture instantly fixed the six people there.

Wine is strong!

Driven by alcohol, six people unceremoniously broke into the little nun's room and caused this tragedy.

"They are all still children, so I don't think it's better to report this matter to deal with it. Besides, this little nun is dead, but these six children belong to our village! They are directly related to the six families in the village! This little nun is also an outsider!" the village chief looked at the people present and said in a slur manner.

Maybe the village chief called, and the other five people and their parents also came to the village committee one after another. Unexpectedly, the village director and his wife also brought their only son here. In order to save the six children in the village, everyone decided to hide the body of the little nun in the mountains, and if anyone came to find someone, they would say that the little nun had disappeared in the mountains by herself. Besides, it is normal for a person to fall into a ravine in the mountains and fall to his death.

In the end, my mother quit: "The person was brought into the village by my family, if the nunnery comes to me and asks me for someone, if you want me to say this, there will be a corpse when the person dies!"

"By the way, Mother Xueqiu, where did you invite this little nun. The village chief listened to my mother's words and asked.

"She is the little master of Lingzi in the Cihua Nunnery in the town, and one of my former best friends asked me to find her. Mom said.

"Why are you looking for a little nun to go home for, what's going on at home?" Existence looked at the mother with a puzzled face.

"It's okay! Snow Hill had a car accident in front of the school when he got out of school, and the child was probably scared, so let this nun come and see, but he didn't expect this to happen. Grandpa looked at the village chief and said.

"That's not right! Last year, in the Cihua Nunnery in the town, a little nun died, and that little nun seemed to be called Lingzi. The old village chief looked at my mother and said.

After some discussion, it was decided to send the body of the little nun into the mountains and hide it. The old village chief asked my mother to go to Cihua Nunnery again to see the scriptures.

The six young men were going to personally send the body of the little nun to the mountain, and for safety, the village chief found a hunter in the village who often ran the mountain to lead them. When I lowered the body of the little nun from the table, I saw that her body was still soft, probably because of blood loss, and her skin had become snow-white, showing a different beauty.

The little nun's eyes were open, and I saw her whole eyeball turn black, like a bottomless abyss of two black holes. No, it wasn't black eyeballs, it was the absence of eyeballs, and there were only two black eye holes.

Damn! Little nun's eyeballs!

Before I could think about it, they wrapped the body of the little nun in a sheet. After several people left with the body of the little nun, the people turned on the faucet in the room and began to wash the blood from the ground.

I followed my parents and went to the Cihua Nunnery in the town. When we arrived at Cihuaan, we were greeted by a nun in her thirties. When my mother tentatively asked about the nun Lingzi in the nunnery, the nun told us that there was indeed a little nun named Lingzi in the nunnery, but she died mysteriously a year ago. It was buried behind the Cihua Nunnery.

The nun also took out a photo of Lingzi before her death to show us, and the photo showed the little nun who died in the village committee.

On the way home, my mother who was driving was distracted and almost kissed the oncoming vehicle. When I returned home, my parents didn't tell anyone about the death of the little nun Lingzi in Cihua Nunnery, and lied that no one in Cihua Nunnery was closing the door. The lights were always on in my parents' room at night, and it seemed that the two of them hadn't slept all night.

I turned off the lights and tossed and turned in bed until tomorrow. I've been thinking about my own Gu, and I'm still having to endure the occasional eruption of magma in my body.

In the early morning, when the sky was just dawning, there were several strange screams from the back mountain, and the sharp sound had a strong penetrating power, and I felt that the sound had pierced the hole in my body.

The next day, a strange thing happened in the village committee, the yard was full of black insects, the village chief gathered some villagers, swept up those black insects, put them into several big bags, and buried them outside the village. Regarding the strange things of the village committee and the screams of the back mountain, the villagers began to talk a lot.

As the saying goes, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts calling the door.

The strange phenomenon in the village committee and the screams in the back mountain made the village chief and them extremely panicked. Hurriedly invited a strong Taoist warlock to go to the room where the little nun died in the village committee to eliminate ghosts and suppress evil spirits.

The warlock walked around the village committee compound a few times, and then came to the door of the room where the little nun died, stood there and looked at it with one hand and fingers, and then took out a yellow talisman, and then danced in the air a few times, and the talisman actually burned by itself.

Looking at the Dao talisman that had ignited by itself, the surrounding villagers couldn't help but let out an exclamation! Hearing the exclamation of the villagers, the warlock had a smug expression on his face.

I saw that the burning flame of the Dao talisman in the warlock's hand was getting bigger and bigger, and the yellow Dao talisman was not missing. The flames that grew bigger seemed to be enchanted, and they actually began to drill through the crack in the door into the room where the little nun died, as if there was a strong suction force in the room, sucking the flames through.

Seeing the strange appearance of the Dao talisman flame in his hand, he saw that the warlock's face changed greatly, and his whole face instantly turned dead gray. He hurriedly let go of the burning Dao talisman in his hand, lay on the ground and kowtowed desperately, muttering in his mouth:

"The trail has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, let go of the trail and a cheap life, the trail has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, let go of the trail and a cheap life!"

The warlock knelt there trembling, blood streaming from his forehead. His amulet, which floated in the air and quickly burned out, and then the dust slowly fell to the ground.

The warlock, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the dust that fell in front of him, and quickly kowtowed: "Thank you for letting go of Xiaodao! Thank you for not dying." ”

After the warlock finished speaking, he got up and was about to run out, but was stopped by the village chief: "Master, what kind of trouble are you doing?"

"Let go of me! I can't do anything here, so you'd better be smart!"

"You can't just leave, so that you are here to ward off evil spirits, why are you still worshipping!" said the village chief's daughter-in-law and the village chief's daughter-in-law in front of the warlock.

"Get out of the way, you want to die yourselves, don't pull me. ”

After the warlock finished speaking, he pushed the two people away and ran away like crazy. The old village chief stood in the crowd, and when he saw all this in front of him, his brows furrowed into a pimple.

"Cut! This warlock is acting, trying to get some extra money. ”

"That's it, where did the evil come from in broad daylight!"

The villagers scattered and went home, and the old village chief looked at my parents with a suspicious expression. As soon as they got home, the old village chief and his grandfather came in.

"When you went to the town yesterday, was there really no one at Cihua Nunnery?" the old village chief asked my parents directly as he entered the door.

Mom and Dad looked at the seriousness of the old village chief, and told the matter one by one. The old village chief listened to the words of the two and was silent for a while:

"Mother Xueqiu, the best friend you talked about yesterday, do you keep in touch often?"

"Before, for some reason she suddenly stopped contacting me the year before last, and after Snow Hill had it, she suddenly contacted me again. Mom also said with a puzzled face.

"She called you?"

"WeChat contact!"

"Then you call her and ask her. ”

My mother dialed the phone, and what my mother said was answered by her best friend's husband. The mother was holding the phone in her hand, her face became more and more ugly, and after saying goodbye, the phone slipped directly from her hand and fell to the ground.

"What's going on?" asked Dad as he hurriedly picked up Mom's phone and looked at her.

"That girlfriend died of illness the year before last, this mobile phone number his husband has kept in order to commemorate her, and his husband has never opened WeChat, and the WeChat has been logged in a few times inexplicably in the past few days. Mom sat there, staring straight ahead.

"People die and live as ghosts, so Gu death!? is not good!" The old village chief's face changed greatly when he heard his mother's words.