The incense stick did not fall into the well as he wished.

A miserable white hand rested on her shoulder, and with a slight push, the incense branch fell to the ground.

A touch of white skirt swept across her face, and the cold and faint breath rushed into her nose, and the incense branch rolled her eyelids and fainted.

In the steaming room, Fan Ergongzi was holding a thick quilt and hugging Tang Pozi, finally breathing a sigh of relief, and was a little drowsy, when suddenly he was startled by the cold yin qi behind him and had goosebumps.

That kind of yin energy...... I have been following him for half a month, and this time it was extra cold, like being held by a cold knife on the neck.

Fan Ergongzi's eyes widened to the limit in an instant, his nostrils and mouth also opened to the limit, and his whole body stiffened and he couldn't breathe.

The silence behind him was heart-wrenching, and the heartbeat of Fan Ergongzi resounded like a drum in the quiet night.

Fan Ergongzi's mind was blank for a while, and after he sobered up, his first thought was to call someone.

There are more than a dozen nursing homes outside his door, all of which are good at one in a hundred.

Even if they can't defeat the ghosts, the yang energy on their bodies can scare the ghosts away, right?

Fan Ergongzi can't remember which 'god' told him that ghosts belong to yin, and he is most afraid of men with strong yang fire, so when he asked the nurse, he specially picked a man who looked masculine.

They...... It should scare away the ghost behind you, right?

Fan Er's eyes lit up, and two small flames of hope flashed.

But in the blink of an eye, his eyes dimmed again.

The fact that the ghost behind him can come in silently means that that it doesn't work.

Maybe those guardians have already gone to see Lord Yama first, and his shouting will not only not help, but will anger the ghosts behind him and make him die faster.

But why hasn't it done it yet?

Does it not want to harm itself or can't it at all?

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been alive for so long.

Could it be one of those dead women?

What exactly does it want?

What are your unfulfilled wishes?

......

Fan Ergongzi's heart turned back and forth, and he thought of countless possibilities, but no matter how he thought about it, he didn't really dare to open his mouth to confirm it.

He didn't dare to break the dead silence in the house, for fear that as soon as he spoke, he would have a pair of miserable ghost hands around his neck.

Today's Fan Er Gongzi is like a person waiting for a sentence, whether he is dead or alive is all on a ghost.

As for what crime he committed, Fan Ergongzi knew very well in his heart.

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

Fan Ergongzi's bad things have done too much.

He hadn't killed anyone with his own hands, but he didn't know how many had died because of him.

In addition to those women who committed suicide after being humiliated or abandoned, there are also some women's family members, fathers, brothers or husbands who come to ask for someone to be killed, and there are not a few parents who commit suicide in anger.

In the past, Fan Er Gongzi did not feel sorry.

For those men are going to die of their own accord, and they have nothing to do with him, and he has given silver and gold, and he does not owe anything to them.

But the more Fan Er Gongzi thinks about it, the more sorry he becomes, and the person who is usually the best at rhetoric doesn't even dare to spit out a word.

It seems that he can only wait for dawn, and if he passes this level, he will be a monk early tomorrow morning.

I heard that there is a Vajra temple in the mountains outside Qiongcheng, and the monks in it have great magical powers, no matter what method he uses, he must stay in the temple, of course, he will not really become a monk, at most he will lead to practice.

When he thought about it like this, Fan Ergongzi began to be full of luck.

It's probably less than two hours before dawn now, and it's over after a while.

Fan Ergongzi clenched the Buddha statue on his chest and silently prayed for dawn soon.

The Buddha statue was sold to him by a fairy-looking Taoist leader, and it is said that it is inviolable to all evils, but it should not be very useful.

Because there's a ghost standing behind him.

Fan Ergongzi had already decided in his heart that there was a ghost behind him, and he didn't have to look back to know that it was a female ghost.

He had long hair, a blurred face, and was dressed in a wide white robe......

The image that popped up in his mind made Fan Ergongzi couldn't help but shiver again.

After a cold war, he suddenly felt that the room had become very cold, like an ice cellar, and the Tang Pozi who was holding him in his arms was also cold, like an ice lump on his chest.

Fan Ergongzi's hand moved quietly, wanting to push the cold Tang Pozi away.

With such a push, Fan Ergongzi suddenly felt that the touch in his hand was wrong.

It's fluffy, it's wet, it's a little sticky, and it feels like ......

It's like touching blood-stained hair.

Fan Ergongzi almost screamed.

Hallucinations, hallucinations, must be hallucinations!

A shrine maiden who was almost deceived by him once told him that ordinary ghosts can't directly harm people's bodies, and what they are best at is creating illusions, making people constantly imagine some terrible scenes, scaring themselves to death, or killing themselves.

If you encounter this kind of situation, you must stay calm, as long as you don't believe in those illusions, the crisis will naturally be solved.

Fan Ergongzi has been haunted by yin qi for half a month and has not been substantially harmed, and now he thinks that the witch's words make sense.

The ghost that followed him must not have been able to hurt him, so it was just to scare him.

As long as he doesn't believe it, there is nothing the ghost can do!

When people say that a ghost is afraid of the wicked, he is a wicked man!

Fan Er Gongzi suddenly gave birth to infinite courage, and simply raised the Tang Pozi who felt the wrong touch in his hand to his eyes.

He wanted to see if it was a human head.

Even if it's a head, it's fake, it's fake!

Don't try to scare him!

However, when the round, hairy thing was raised in front of him, Fan Er Gongzi suddenly let out a terrible scream.

The screams of midnight spread far away in the lonely night, and soon the entire Fan Mansion was lit up, and the Fan family, young and old, flocked to the courtyard of Fan Ergongzi.

The nurses fell in the courtyard and no one took a second look, and after the Fan family who entered the house saw the appearance of Fan Ergongzi, all the female dependents fainted.

Fan Ergongzi died, bleeding from the seven orifices, his face was miserable, a pair of dead gray eyes almost glared out of his sockets, and his mouth was wide open, opening into a terrifying black hole like he wanted to devour people.

Fan Ergongzi lay on his side facing the wall and died on the bed, his arms stretched out stiffly, holding a soup woman covered with a navy blue cloth cover.

His eyes looked at Tang Pozi in horror, as if Tang Pozi was some kind of terrifying monster.

"Sure enough, it's fake. ”

Fan Ergongzi's soul shrank in the corner, staring at his corpse and smiling bitterly.

Not far from him stood a young girl, dressed in a wide white robe, with her hair reaching down to her hips, casually draped, her face blurred.

Her mouth seemed to be moving softly all the time, chewing something while looking coldly at the mess in the room.