At four o'clock in the morning, it was not yet dawn, there was dew, and it was cold.

A dilapidated bicycle is parked outside the old bookstore. In the dim orange light of the window of the bookstore room, a figure swayed, and I saw an old man in a plaid shirt and glasses, with a wrinkled face and unkempt hair, probably in his sixties, lying in front of the old desk, he opened a blank page, held a pen in his right hand and drew something at a very fast speed, his eyes were bloodshot as if he was crazy......

This is a blank content, new "Ten Ways to See Ghosts" book.

The old man was writing about the operation of the "Cup Fairy" in the Ten Methods of Seeing Ghosts, and then on another page, he drew six young men and women playing with the Cup Fairy around the table......

If a few people are here, see the painting, you will definitely be able to recognize it at a glance, the painting on it is exactly the appearance of them playing with the cup fairy, although it is a stick figure, but everyone's image characteristics have everything, it is very recognizable.

After the old man finished drawing the six figures, he pricked his fingers with the tip of his pen, dripped blood into the ink bottle, stirred it a few times, and then pinched the pen bag and sucked it up......

He stared at the blood-red eyes, drawing the outlines of each person from left to right, and when he was about to draw Changgui, an old and withered hand like a branch stretched out next to him, covering Changgui's image: "Ovid, are you drawing a little fast......

The old man slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Covered the new "Ten Ways to See Ghosts", and said gloomily: "Those young people from abroad, haven't they had an accident yet, the book that was taken away by Changgui has a ghost descending from me personally, there is no reason why nothing has happened at all!" Are you really sure that your son Changgui brought out my book and not used? ”

There was an old woman sitting on the rattan chair next to the desk, who was also about sixty years old, she was none other than Changgui's mother, and when she heard the shopkeeper say this, her face was not good-looking: "Ovid, you have not died of this illness for twenty years, use your brain to think about who has helped you for so many years?" ”

The boss saw that she was angry, and he raised his hands: "Okay, okay, it's not interesting for you to talk about this." You helped me survive for 20 years, and I also helped you bear the blame 30 years ago, and in the next 30 years, I was disfigured and shrunk in a poor place like the countryside with this ugly appearance, and I didn't even have any descendants, and you still showed me a face? ”

Changgui's mother reached out and grabbed a few pieces of paper on the desk with stick figure images of several people, lit them with a lighter and threw them into the copper basin next to them and burned them to ashes.

Her gaze fell on a small shrine on the bookshelf in the room, a dark red electronic candle, an incense burner, and a black lump no bigger than a palm, faintly visible with a head.

She said coldly: "Ovid, you, this Guman boy, have been raised for twenty years, absorbing the vitality and good fortune of those young people with ghost stalking, and your ability is getting stronger and stronger, I'm afraid it is about to take shape, are you sure to suppress it?"

Kuman Tong is the best baby, the consciousness is complete, and he can understand human speech, and you use the embryo as a kind of culture, no matter how much you communicate with each other, it is always just a monster without even a human form......"

As soon as the words fell.

Two red rays of light appeared on the position of the black hard head in the shrine, as if angered by Changgui's mother's words.

It made a murky sound, and Changgui's mother sighed, unhurriedly, took out a small jar similar to a mini urn from her pocket and opened it, which was filled with wriggling insects, she grabbed a handful and chewed it in her mouth a few times, and sprayed it vigorously at the shrine......

The boss hurriedly reached out to block ......

The insect corpse mixed with spit sprayed on the palm of his hand, but a little bit landed on Kuman Thong in the shrine.

Suddenly, the shrine seemed to be injured and trembled wildly, and the sound of a baby crying was faintly heard, and the skin of the boss's palm was sprayed by this mouthful of saliva mixed with insect corpses, as if it had been sprayed with concentrated sulfuric acid, and it quickly rotted and trembled in pain.

He opened the desk drawer and grabbed a handful of powder from a small box and sprinkled it on the wound, the corners of his eyes twitched, only to see a large number of tiny maggots burrowed out of the wound and fell to the ground, and died after a few movements......

After doing this, go to the shrine.

Cut the palm with a knife, drip blood on Gu Man Tong's head, and make a soft voice: "Good baby, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, let's ignore this person...... Daddy fed you, is it delicious, and soon you will be free from this old body completely......"

The smell of the room is really top.

The corpses of insects, blood, ashes, and the rotting smell of a large number of unknown objects were mixed together, and even normal people would have to kneel on the ground and vomit if they smelled it.

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The boss finally calmed down the crying Kuman Thong.

He turned around, the bloodshot in his eyes was even more obvious, just a few drops of blood on Kuman Tong's body, making his whole person look about two or three years older in an instant.

took out the gauze and wrapped it around the injured hand, and his eyes were cold: "My sister's head lowering technique is still so powerful, I can't compare to my younger brother at all, whether it is thirty years ago or thirty years later, but, don't make any more moves on my Gu Man Tong, if you and I turn our faces, who will die is really not necessarily......

It doesn't matter if I'm alone, sister, you still have a precious son, and you don't want to put your son in the shrine to be offered, right? ”

Changgui's mother looked him in the eye for a while before she said, "Gu Man Tong is a ghost, but if you raise it as a ghost, its current ability may be comparable to that of a fierce god and ghost master......

What are you going to do, I can act as if I didn't see it, but if you do it to Changgui, hehe! ”

The boss didn't seem to hear the next half of the sentence, and a smug smile appeared on his face: "Ghost master? You compare that to my precious Kuman Thong? It's just a fierce spirit sealed in a statue, and my Kuman Thong will be able to move freely out of his shell at once......"

Changgui's mother didn't want to continue chatting with him, so she got up to leave.

The boss chased to the door and said hoarsely: "Sister, I don't care if you hurt Kuman Tong, but those young people in your family must get one to enter the underworld as an introduction within three days, otherwise my ghost stalking will not be able to fully play!" After this is done, Kuman Thong is completely formed, and I will not go to you again......"

Changgui's mother didn't speak.

She pushed open the door of the bookstore, stepped on her bicycle and rode slowly in the direction of home.

As she left the bookstore room, Kuman Tong in the shrine let out a deafening cry, the boss's face became hideous, he cut the wound again, blood spilled on Kuman Tong's body without money, and the strange laughter mixed with the baby's cry added a touch of ferocity to this early morning......

None of them found out.

In the corner of the bookstore.

There was a young man squatting under the window, it was Chen Qiqi.

He tightly dragged the evil charm drawn with blood in his hand, and his sense of existence was minimized as much as possible, and everything that happened in the room between Changgui's mother and the shopkeeper just now was clearly heard by him.

Chen Qiqi even heard them mention a familiar name, Ghost Master, and what surprised him was that Changgui's mother and the bookstore owner were still sisters and brothers, and neither of them was a fuel-efficient lamp.

It's just that he has a small question, why do the two people from the Savadika country talk privately in the language of the flower country? Know you're eavesdropping, or is there something else?

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