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Because what I saw there was not a knife at all, but a little girl squatting on the ground, with her back to me, crying endlessly?!

Although I was a little mentally prepared, I was still shocked.

The little girl was wearing the green cloth and blue flower bamboo straw skirt of the ancients, squatting on the ground, covering her face with her hands. Looking from behind, the girl is dressed plainly and neatly, but there is a knife mark the width of a little finger on her back, which makes people worry about it.

The scar was unusually long, from the shoulder to the back of the heart, although the blood dried up, it was still terrifying, the wound was too deep, I couldn't bear to look closely, but I also felt the cruelty of the slaughter.

A ghost, a little ghost, a pitiful little ghost.

In short, what is the sin of the child?

Facing Zhushi's back, I felt endless sadness in my heart, so I took advantage of the dim light in the basement to slowly walk towards her, and actually walked straight behind her.

I sighed lightly and greeted, "Zhushi, is that you?"

When the little girl heard this, she let go of her hand and slowly stood up, but still with her back to me.

Bone marrow is visible deep in the wound.

I looked at the waist-high little ghost, and the deep wound on the back, and felt pity, and the anger that had been replaced by her banter and intimidation was replaced by sympathy.

So, I said to him: "Zhu Shi, among all of them, you are the most wronged to die, but those have passed, there is no need to indulge in sadness every day and cannot extricate yourself, since you stay in the knife, then let's 'survive' in the way of the knife! As for the Yin Nineteen who killed you, I'm afraid it would have turned into dry bones in the ashes of history. ”

My words, I didn't know that I touched the nerve of the sword spirit bamboo poem, and the ghost girl suddenly turned around and hugged me at a very fast speed!

I didn't even see her face clearly, but I felt a huge chill from my waist, and the cold air stimulated my brain like a knife cone, and I quickly fell into a conscious coma.

Between sleep and wake, I dimly saw a little girl with black eyes, and she said to me over and over again in an angry voice: "Promise me, kill Yin Nineteen, promise me, kill Yin Nineteen......"

The next day, when I sat up from the basement floor, I was holding the Hui family's ancestral kitchen knife tightly in my hand.

Look closely, the front and back of the blade are round, actually forged from whole steel, the whole body is snow-white, although it has gone through seven hundred years of calamity, it is still not rotten, even in ancient blades are rare existences.

Looking at the warm color of the knife, I felt a sense of comfort in my heart, I woke up from a big dream, my whole body was comfortable, and I felt as if everything I experienced last night had been compensated.

Then, I took out my mobile phone, looked at my watch, and quickly placed the knife on the shrine blessed seat that Zhao Haipeng had specially found, and respectfully invited three incense sticks, and said to the little thing, "Seek spiritual victory, take care of each other", and then closed the door and went out to find Zhao Haipeng and them.

In the hotel at seven o'clock in the morning, Zhao Haipeng sat by the window.

Taming the sword spirit of the Hui family, this is really a very fortunate thing, I can't wait to find Zhao Haipeng, I want to tell him everything.

At this time, everyone was still sitting in the store waiting for the news of me taming the sword spirit, maybe they also went to bed late, except for Zhao Haipeng, Shui He and Ah Si put together a chair bed and were sleeping deeply.

Snoring softly, I ran to Zhao Haipeng, who was staring out the window with the joy of victory.

I can't wait, I want to tell him the news of my victory.

But strangely, Zhao suddenly made a forbidden gesture just a moment before I spoke.

He furrowed his brow and pointed out the window to a man on the street: "Look! he's coming!"

Zhao looked out the window with a serious face!

Who? I tiptoed over.

Actually...... Or the beggar?

At this moment, under the morning fog at seven o'clock, the streets are full of depression, except for the early morning stalls, few shops are open, and those tourist tourists and buses have no signs of coming.

Because of this, the old beggar who likes to hold a rag and beg for food from restaurant to restaurant has become extremely conspicuous.

Looking at the beggar who stumbled towards us, I, like Zhao Haipeng, immediately became nervous, and my expression was solemn, as if I was accepting the "search" of the chief.

Zhao once said that the "real beggar" who has been begging for many years like that is a person from the Eight Walks of Outer Circles has "yin eyes".

The people who eat "dead man's food" and "fight for yin money" can see whether a place has a potential "threat" to them through the intuition called yin eye, and through his reaction, we can find out the truth that our hotel is the place where corpses are collected.

Therefore, I understand the reason why Zhao Haipeng pays special attention to this beggar.

If the resentment in my restaurant due to the collection of corpses has been suppressed by the sword spirit, then the beggars will come in and beg, and they will not completely ignore it like last time.

This is the most important sign to test whether my Lu Weiju has returned to normal and whether the sword spirit is used by me!

Knowing this, in our eyes, where is still a beggar, he is clearly the "God of Wealth" who can let us transfer.

Besides, whether the sword spirit has any effect or not, I am still very drumming in my heart, and everything I experienced last night is too much like a dream, which makes people stupid and unclear between virtual reality.

I need such an examination.

The "God of Wealth" beggar walked past the uncle's antique shop next door again, and then he approached the door of our Luweiju store step by step under our burning eyes, stopped at the door, stretched out his hand, snorted a few times, and then ...... He ignored it and walked away.

Still is...... Don't come in?!

Watching the beggar ignore this scene, the full expectation in my heart was suddenly disappointed, and I was naturally extremely melancholy.

In the midst of my despair, I couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the resentment of the dead people in those walls couldn't even suppress the sword spirit? Or was it really just a dream yesterday, and no sword spirit had ever appeared.

Are all our efforts in vain?

Unwilling, deeply unwilling.