Under the leadership of Zhao Haipeng, all of us smeared the bottom of the pot on the facial features of the head and face, and suddenly we all had a feeling of entering Africa. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Under that weirdness, Cai Okra and I couldn't help laughing, showing our white teeth at the same time, we couldn't help but tease.

I said: "Brother Zhao, I finally understand why the ghost can't be seen after the ash at the bottom of the pot is smeared, just like Africans, going out in the middle of the night, everyone thinks it's a dark shadow, let alone a ghost." ”

"Hey, hey, hey......" Cai Okra smiled and agreed with me.

I ridiculed like this, just to move the atmosphere, Zhao Haipeng was embarrassed, and then he was serious, took out the cow's head, bowl, rice vinegar, and salt one by one, and began to "prepare materials".

Then, Zhao Haipeng stabbed the bull head Tianling with a knife, and then used the blade to pick up the cowhide, turned the cow head over, and caught some bright red blood with a small bowl.

As the material person Zhang said, the head of the cow treated with the Mongolian cattle killing method is very fresh.

After half a bowl of blood was ready, Zhao Haipeng took out vinegar again and beat each other together to make a kind of blood vinegar paste, but the bowl of Qinghai fine salt and a small jar of tightly sealed small-tailed mutton fat were not used.

After everything was in order, Zhao Haipeng wrinkled his brows and asked me to adjust the angle of Wang Jihua's son Wang Ruifeng's "neuropathic restraint bed" until Wang Ruifeng, who was tied to the restraint bed, was at a forty-five degree angle to the ground and "stands" at an angle.

After that, Zhao Haipeng evenly smeared the mixture of blood and oil on the mirror, and then stood up the mirror and adjusted the angle towards Wang Ruifeng, who was distracted.

After a long time, Zhao Haipeng finally found a certain angle, and then he prepared the mirror and said to me: "Niu blood sees yin, you can see if there will be any changes in this child's image from the side of the mirror in a while." ”

While speaking, Zhao Haipeng gestured to me again: "Pick up the bowl with salt, and when I ask you to throw it, you will sprinkle salt on my mirror, understand?"

In the face of Zhao Haipeng's instructions, I definitely don't understand, but we don't owe anything, we know that what is needed now is implementation, and I don't ask if I don't understand.

After a slight nod, I accepted the daunting task with honor.

Then, Zhao Haipeng took out his military compass issued by the army when he was a soldier, handed it to me and said: "Find the direction, the location of the 'Inner Ghost Gate' in the southwest corner, plus or minus five degrees, if you want to see the yin and evil, you and Reporter Cai take turns to stand at that angle." ”

Zhao Haipeng's instructions, I understand a little, because the last time Cai Okra "stiffened", he also said that the house has a line from the northeast to the southwest, known as the ghost door line, this line is more dangerous, generally the home is haunted, out of the "yin disaster", those ghosts and ghosts are in and out of these two points.

In this way, I think that if anyone wants to see the "yin and evil" better, they can stand in a specific corner of that room, and maybe they can see a different "world" at a special time and in a special place.

Without further ado, after I tinkered with Zhao Haipeng's military compass, I finally found the so-called ghost gate with the help of Cai Okra, and then I tried my best to find a suitable position between the narrow "plus and minus five", a position where I could barely see Wang Ruifeng's face in the mirror.

After that, all that remained was a heavy wait.

Zhao Haipeng held the mirror, although with the help of Cai Okra, but also very tired, although I was just an observer, but while holding Cai Okra's camera in my hand, I was holding a bowl, and I was a little unbearable after standing for a long time.

After more than ten minutes, I looked at the watch that was gradually approaching twelve o'clock, and asked Zhao Haipeng helplessly: "I said Brother Zhao, can we do it?" There are a bunch of people waiting outside the window, let's not do it another day...... I'll come back after reading the yellow calendar. ”

Holding the mirror, Zhao Haipeng was also a little unbearable, and after listening to my words, he also put down the mirror and said to me: "This thing hidden in the child's body is too deep, you have to use some means." ”

As he spoke, Zhao Haipeng took the small jar of mutton fat again, and casually buckled open the tight plastic tape on the top and sealed it.

With Zhao Haipeng's movements, I immediately smelled a faint smell of mutton, and at the same time, I also saw Wang Ruifeng, who was originally "epilepsy" on the restraint bed, suddenly trembled, and his originally blurry eyes also opened a slit, and the two dark red eyes were staring straight at the direction of the mutton fat.

All of this is in our eyes.

I snorted and said, "A foodie ghost...... Lao Zhao, you can lure him out with this thing, why didn't you use it earlier?"

Zhao Haipeng shook his head and said: "Wang Planner said that when he worshipped the things in this soul nourishing jar, he always used sheep, so I think that the smell of sheep fat can make him crazy, but the things in the child's body are not good for us, so ......"

Zhao Haipeng paused and continued: "...... So for a moment you must remember that no matter what happens, don't let the mirror break. ”

I nodded, remembering and intriguing at the same time.

This mirror is in the hands of a few of us, how can it be broken?

With this puzzle, Zhao Haipeng evenly smeared the mutton fat on the mirror, and the mutton fat quickly blended with the blood into a more incomprehensible red gelatinous substance, and even the faces of each of us were inexplicably distorted and even gloomy.

That weird feeling didn't last long, and soon Zhao Haipeng raised the mirror again and looked at Wang Ruifeng, who was already eager to try.

The mirror turned around, and I could only see the child's "blood-red" face in the mirror at that angle.

At this time, Wang Ruifeng, unceremoniously described, is no different from playing chicken blood, his originally loose face has become hideous, and there is arrogance in the hideousness, and he keeps sticking out his tongue and reaching forward, as if he wants to break free from the "shackles" and go to the oil stains on the ****.

Wang Ruifeng's mad power...... I was amazed.

Because I can see it very clearly, the sturdy steel pipe restraint bed is "creaking" because of Wang Ruifeng's neck stretching forward and the action of the mutton fat on the **** mirror, as if it will suddenly fall apart and disintegrate.

I suddenly understood that Zhao Haipeng's worries were not unreasonable.

In the increasingly tense situation, I didn't dare to slack off, so I stared at the blood-red mirror more urgently, waiting for the "yin evil" to appear, waiting for the moment when I sprinkled salt.

After a while, in Wang Ruifeng's growing movements, his face finally had a trace of ...... Variation?

In the blood-red distorted mirror, Wang Ruifeng's originally lovely face seemed to be getting longer and sharper, and the two Yin Hong's eyes didn't know if it was the effect of light or the fact that it was so, in short, they kept bulging to the outside of the eye frame and moving towards the temple.

After a few dozen seconds, the change deepened, and to put it bluntly, his entire facial features were shifting, and I couldn't even see the shape of his face at all.

And the weirdest thing is that the head in the mirror seems to be still hairy, and although I can't tell what it is, it feels very familiar...... (To be continued.) )