"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sky is not beautiful, the storm is raging, the thunder is loud, and the people are flustered.

The clock on the wall, under the nervous gaze of everyone, finally pointed to the position of twelve o'clock.

Moment.

Everyone in the theater was up and running like clockwork.

Meng Cha took three people who had been severely threatened by him, knelt down in front of several iron stoves and began to burn sacrifices, apologizing as they burned, and so on.

Chen Dachang took Dezi to pick up the cymbals and wooden fish placed on the ground, and recited the Prison Breaking Spirit Chapter while knocking.

In front of the altar table, Zhou Junwei, who took a deep breath, suppressed the tension in his heart, stepped forward to the classical dance headdress and bowed respectfully: "Invite a friend to come out and talk about ......"

Ten minutes later, twenty minutes, no matter how sincere Zhou Junwei's request was, there was no reaction in the mirror.

After another ten minutes, Zhou Junwei looked at Huang Jiawen next to him.

Huang Jiawen still shook his head and signaled that he did not appear.

Among the four people who knelt there to burn the sacrifices, Ting, who was not very afraid of the threat of being blocked by Mengcha, still didn't react after seeing it for so long, and couldn't help complaining: "The kneeling knee is painful to death, do they have the ability to do it!" ”

Not to mention Xiao Gang and Dandong next to him, even Meng Cha himself couldn't help but wonder if he had been tricked.

At this time, Chen Dachang, who was chanting the scriptures with a dry mouth, couldn't help his temper, pulled out the seven-star gossip sword tied to his back and grabbed it on his left hand, came directly to the headdress, and said angrily to Zhou Junwei: "If I say a word, you help me translate a sentence." ”

"We're kind to you, and you don't even have the most basic courtesy, so don't blame me for being polite."

After Zhou Junwei finished translating, there was still no reaction in the mirror on the mourning hall.

Chen Dachang moved his right hand, then slowly pulled out the Bagua Sword in his hand and pressed the head of the sword on the headdress.

It's like water touching red-hot coals, "Shhh The headdress instantly seemed to be dragged back by an invisible hand, and then there seemed to be a layer of black mist floating on the mirror, and slowly a middle-aged woman wearing a Thai classical dance girl costume and posing a stiff ancient Thai dance handle gesture offered her figure in the mirror.

This middle-aged woman is like a very strange statue, except that she is not breathing and there is no reaction anywhere on her body, and her eyes are cold and do not look like human eyes.

Before you see a ghost, you can imagine all kinds of terrifying images in your mind.

Now when the other party really appears, Chen Dachang, who is well-informed, is not afraid.

No matter how strong you are, just kidding, let you go to the earth bound spirit, maybe you will become a quail.

Of course, they are not afraid, but it does not mean that everyone present is not afraid.

After Meng Cha glanced at it, cold sweat began to break out on his head, he didn't care about wiping it, he just lowered his head and burned the paper violently, and at the same time, the chanter in his mouth became louder and louder: "No offense!" No offense! Excuse me! Excuse me! ”

The most timid Xiao Gang next to him just opened his mouth and knelt there in a daze, but from the water marks on his crotch, it could be seen that his heart was definitely not as calm as it looked like.

Only Dandong, like an ordinary person, was lying on the ground with his head in his hands and kept shouting for his mother to help.

Ting smiled kindly at the middle-aged woman who appeared in the mirror, believing that she was not mistaken, she was definitely a good ghost.

Psychiatrist Zhou Junwei now has no time to counsel their minds because his full attention is on the woman in the mirror.

"Beauty, I'm sorry to bother you a little, we want to talk to you with good intentions."

The female ghost in the mirror glanced at Zhou Junwei coldly, "Touch!" The door of the hall, which had been closed, suddenly seemed to be violently pushed open, slamming into the walls on both sides, and the wind mixed with the torrential rain poured into the living room violently, whether it was incense, candles, ingots, or offerings burned in the stove, all of them were blown out.

Then, in the sound of "click", the routine commonly used by ghosts, and all the lights that were originally on in the living room shone brightly.

The actual actions of the female ghost in the mirror show its attitude.

This is normal, if it is really so easy to talk about, it is abnormal.

"Click! Click! ”

Under the flickering white light of two lightning bolts outside the window, Zhou Junwei saw the female ghost in the mirror, and the gray-black hands of his two hands became huge and long, grabbing towards him.

Chen Dachang, who also saw this scene next to him, hurriedly raised the gossip sword in his hand and wanted to go up and cut off the two ghost hands.

It's just that the speed of the ghost hand is beyond imagination, and just when Chen Dachang took the first step, the ghost hand had already caught Zhou Junwei's body.

At this time of great crisis.

A gossip of golden light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

"Ahh

Then everyone in the hall heard a shrill woman's scream.

The lights are back on.

Although there was still heavy rain and strong winds blowing in through the open door, they were only two or three meters away at most, unlike the whole hall that had just been blown.

Chen Dachang, who was shocked and angry, raised the gossip sword and smashed the glass with a sword, and began to look for the headdress in front of the glass just now, but at this time, the headdress had long disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Junwei looked at the talisman on his chest that had turned to ashes and shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked to Meng Cha, who was already stunned: "Director Meng, this female ghost is very extreme, we can't talk about it." ”

At this time, Meng Cha now looked at Zhou Junwei's eyes as if he was looking at a fairy, and asked excitedly: "Master, didn't a golden gossip array appear just now and injured it?" Will it come again? ”

Zhou Junwei thought of the talisman that turned into a cloud of ash, and immediately thought that Lin Li said that in addition to drawing these talismans, it also requires precious spiritual blood ink, and now that the spiritual blood ink has been used up, it may take a long time to match a bottle, and his heart is heartache and chagrin.

"The golden gossip just now is a talisman painted by Master Lin with a very cherished material, and its main function is to protect oneself, and the blow just now will not hurt the female ghost too much, or one day, it may appear again."

"It's okay! Isn't there still a Hong Kong archmage, I believe that with him, the ghosts will definitely be able to catch them. ”

After speaking, Meng Cha looked at Zhou Junwei expectantly, wanting to hear the answer he wanted.

Zhou Junwei nodded: "Although this female ghost is powerful, she doesn't have one-tenth of the strength of the Earth Binding Spirit in Puka Village. ”

Hearing this, Mengcha, Xiaogang and Dandong, who were full of anticipation, couldn't help but laugh happily anymore.

But Zhou Junwei's next sentence made them feel like they had entered hell.

"But it's because that Earth Binding Spirit is too powerful, so Master Lin's vitality is now greatly damaged. Plus today, I don't have the ability to shoot again in five days. ”