The two security guards were shocked and stammered, "That's it...... It's as simple as that, huh? Can you find the ghost by counting the numbers?"

I mumbled, "It's as simple as that. Because this is a little ghost who died before he reached adulthood."

"He also retained his childlike nature."

"When he heard us count, he only shouted three each time. He's just learned to count, and he'll shout four after us."

"By then, we'll know which direction he's in."

I shook the peach branch in my hand: "I use this as a whip to beat ghosts, and I whip it down and make it kneel and beg for mercy."

The two security guards were very suspicious and said, "Doctor Fushen, how do you know that he is a little ghost who died before he reached adulthood?"

I pointed to one of the security guards and said, "Take your coat off."

The security guard didn't know why, so he took off his clothes.

Subsequently, the two of them were shocked to find that there was a small palm print on the clothes.

I said, "Isn't this a child's handprint? That little ghost just now was lying on your stomach."

The security guard threw his coat far away as if he had thrown away a poisonous snake.

I said in a deep voice, "Okay, there are four corners in this room, one corner for each of us, stand up."

"Every time we count, we change positions and go to the next corner in a clockwise direction."

"This constant change of position can make the imp feel safe and lure him to speak."

The two security guards trembled and agreed, and stood in the corner.

Because the room was dimly lit, we could only see each other vaguely.

"One." I was the first to speak.

"Two."

"Three."

The two security guards shouted too.

They were so frightened that their voices were distorted as if they had been pinched by the neck.

After counting the numbers, we walked to the next corner.

For a moment the room was very quiet, except for the sound of chaotic footsteps.

I listened with my ears pricked up, and although the footsteps were chaotic, I could vaguely distinguish that they belonged to three people.

It seems that the ghost has not yet appeared.

We reported it three more times, and when the third time was over, the footsteps immediately changed.

There was a kicking sound in it, as if someone was struggling to walk in a pair of big shoes that didn't fit.

I remained silent, thinking: It seems that this little ghost had an average family background before his death.

Children from poor families will never be able to buy shoes that fit. It's not that you can't buy it, but parents are reluctant to buy it, and they often have to buy a few bigger sizes. lest your feet grow too fast and your shoes have to be changed before they wear out.

I listened attentively to his voice, and felt that he was stuck in the southeast corner.

"One." I'm starting to count again.

The two security guards trembled and replied, "Two, three."

Sure enough, a voice rang out in the southeast corner: "Four."

Without saying a word, I jumped over with a brisk stride and whipped there.

Suddenly, a scream rang out in the southeast corner.

Following his screams, I took out the soul rope from my body, divided it by two, and tied him up.

At this time, he suddenly shouted in horror: "Doctor Fushen, what are you tying ***? It's my own."

I took out my phone and took a picture of it, and found that I was tied to one of the security guards.

At the same time, the two security guards also came over tremblingly.

One of them, who looked exactly like himself, was already frozen.

I looked at the little ghost and said faintly, "What about pretending? Your size 36 children's shoes have betrayed you."

As soon as the little ghost heard this, he immediately showed his true face and grinned at me.

It's a pity that he has been tied up with a soul rope and can't move at all.

And I wrapped him in a piece of yellow paper, on

The face is covered with a blessing seal, which can be regarded as sealing it.

The room was calm and the lights were back in the light.

The two security guards breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and said to me, "Doctor Fushen, are you okay now?"

I shook my head, "This little imp is just an appetizer for the first time. The cult didn't come."

"Cheer up."

The two security guards looked at each other, and suddenly asked me cautiously, "Doctor Fu, if the evil cultivator comes, are you sure to kill him?"

I laughed and said, "If I'm sure, what else I'm calling you for?"

Security: "......"

At this moment, there was a loud bang outside, followed by lightning and thunder.

A gust of wind blew, and the glass window that had been closed was blown open.

Then the door slammed open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang, as if someone had kicked it open.

In an instant, the wind poured in through the doors and windows, and the tables, chairs and benches in the ward were blown to the ground, and even people couldn't stand up.

The security guard opened his mouth to speak to me, but a muffled thunder rang out, and his voice was drowned out by the thunder.

Then, there was a crisp snap.

The lights in the room went out completely, and the place was plunged into total darkness.

I whispered, "Stand back, with your back against the wall, and don't panic."

As I spoke, I leaned against the corner.

I was a little flustered on the surface, but I was actually ecstatic inside.

I knew the cult was coming.

He's already tested my strength with a ghost.

In fact, when the little ghost just appeared, I was able to catch him, but I just reported the number, and it was a peach branch, and it was a soul rope.

I just wanted to send a wrong signal to the cult cultivators: I was seriously injured and lacked strength, so I could only use these bells and whistles to make up for my lack of strength.

In this way, the evil cultivators will be relieved to come and kill me boldly.

I, on the other hand, will be taken by surprise and catch him off guard.

However, what I didn't expect was that the breath outside was getting stronger and stronger, and I was a little out of breath when I was already oppressed.

Is the strength of this evil cultivator too strong?

Is he that powerful?

At this time, a gloomy voice came from outside the window: "It is the duty of the Yin Si to detain ghosts, how can you dare to act on your behalf? What sin should you be guilty of interfering with the reincarnation of the Yin Division?"

Then, a black mist drifted into the hospital room.

When the fog appeared, I felt that the huge oppression had made it impossible for me to stand.

Broken!

This is definitely not the breath of evil cultivation.

Is it a bad thing?

I looked at the little imp who was sealed, and I thought to myself: Oh no, there is something wrong with this little ghost. It may have been registered in the book of life and death.

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