I started trying to sing the song along with the kids.

Because of the existence of the ghost's obsession, following the ghost to do the repeated actions in his obsession can be more in tune with the ghost to a certain extent.

This is also the best way for ordinary people to see the hell, much more reliable than cow tears or something.

The only downside is that once you repeat such a move, you will be targeted by ghosts.

And now, it's a great way to lure out child ghosts.

At first, I could only hum along to the rhythm, but after listening to it a few times, I finally sang part of the lyrics.

When I tried to finish singing for the first time, the singing that had been looping suddenly stopped.

In the yard, out of thin air, there was a boy about 10 years old.

The boy's clothes were covered with tears and blood, but it was still obvious that the quality of the clothes was good.

I bent down and placed seven spikes on the ground.

With a spike hidden in each hand, he took two steps back and looked at the boy.

Under the head of the octahedron is a nail body that is far longer than the usual nail length, and the whole body is dark, as if it can swallow all the light.

This is a coffin nail, also called a town nail or a descendant nail. It is used to seal the coffin during burial.

I'm showing my identity and attitude as a bone picker.

Willing to move the boy's grave and bury him as a bone picker.

"You have killed your victims, and if you want, I can help you find your parents and move the grave for you."

My attitude is very good, after all, what happened to my child makes me feel distressed.

However, what I didn't expect was that when I mentioned the word parents, two lines of blood and tears flowed out of the boy's eyes, and an extreme cold surrounded the boy, causing the water in the air to condense and turn into a little droplet, dripping to the ground.

Oops!

I screamed in my heart and threw myself straight to the side.

Before I could hit the ground, I felt a cold air flow pass through where I had just stood, and slammed into the door with a loud and deafening bang.

The door shook, and countless exclamations and shouts rang out from the room.

The only consolation was that although there were several cracks in the wooden door, it did not shake open.

I fell to the ground, and before I could get up, the child's feet were already in front of me.

Without any consideration, the coffin nails hidden in his hands were quickly pierced up and down.

The screams were mixed with sizzling sounds, and the boy clutched his pierced hand and tried to escape, but his right foot was nailed to the ground by another coffin.

White smoke continued to smoke from the wound, and the boy's otherwise calm face was filled with pain and resentment.

I rolled on the ground, grabbed the seven coffin nails that had been placed on the ground and stood up.

"If you don't pick up the nails from your descendants, then you can only give you the nail to suppress evil spirits."

Seven sealed coffins, nine suppressed evil spirits, and coffin nails at the same time, but the usage is different, and it is a completely different result.

The boy couldn't stop roaring, obviously not singing, but the song just now sounded again, echoing in the night sky.

The coffin nailed to the boy's right foot was nailed with more white smoke rising and leaving the boy's right foot little by little.

"I still want to run."

I swooped and pressed the raised coffin nail again.

The boy's screams were louder, and blood began to ooze from his whole body, and a strong smell of blood continued to rush into my nostrils.

I immediately held my breath and took out another coffin nail and nailed it to the boy's left foot.

At the same time, the boy did not stop, and his blood-soaked hand pressed against my back.

A chill made me shiver involuntarily.

When I looked up, I bared my teeth and smiled: "You can't run away, can you?" Or did I just suppress you? ”

Children are often more stubborn than adults, and when they heard the boy's terrible screams, he actually pulled his feet through the coffin nails.

Without waiting for me to react, it just disappeared.

The singing was deafening, as if the sound was playing right next to my ears.

I only felt dizzy and couldn't hear anything for a while.

In the house behind him, all the doors and windows were shaking violently.

Several tiles were shaken down, fell to the ground, and shattered.

The boy seemed to have found an easier way, and the next moment the doors and windows stopped shaking, the roof tiles fell as if it were raining.

This is going to demolish the house, doesn't it mean that only three or four-year-old children will demolish the house?

I turned and tapped on the door: "Village chief, open the door." ”

The door opened, and I rushed into it just in time to see a gap being opened above, and a bloodied face appeared in the gap.

I hate ghosts the most, they are fierce and smart.

At that moment, he didn't care about being shy, snatched the red dragon in the hands of the strong man next to him, and put it directly on the candle flame in front of the coffin of the third uncle's mother.

A faint red rose from the flames, like a small snake, towards the gap.

The boy's face disappeared in an instant, and I immediately removed the red dragon from the flames.

Looking up at the roof, as soon as a gap appears, he places the red dragon on the flames.

The red dragon was quickly roasted dry, and the village chief who reacted immediately handed me another one, and did not forget to shout at a group of old and young women: "Is there a new one, hurry up and replace it." ”

There are three more red dragons, but they are far from the speed of consumption.

The tiles above his head had been lifted through dozens of gaps, and the boy's head appeared and disappeared like a gopher.

Not only me and the village chief, but others also saw the problem.

Liuzi said: "It's not okay to go on like this, is there any other way, or I'll roast the red dragon, Xiaolong, you have to think of a way." ”

I gave him a blank look: "You think anyone can bake it." ”

After a pause, I looked at the village chief: "Village chief, open the gate, throw all the paper money into the courtyard and light it." If he wants to play, I'll play with him. ”

Piles of paper money were thrown out, and as the paper money was ignited, the wind that had just disappeared blew again.

The wind was mixed with countless ghosts crying wolf howls, and vague figures rode the wind around the paper money.

The paper ash drifted away, and the surrounding temperature did not rise due to the fire in the courtyard, but became more gloomy and cold.

Looking at the flames in the courtyard, everyone showed a look of fear.

Consuming a red dragon again, I kicked the popliteal fossa behind the village chief's knee.

The village chief fell to his knees with a cry of pain, and was about to get up, when I pressed him down and said, "Everyone kneel." ”

Without hesitation, even the youngest child was held and knelt down by his own mother.

I said loudly: "The ancestors of the Huang family, the Huangjia Village has suffered a great disaster today, I hope the ancestors and the ancestors will bless it, otherwise the village of Huangjia Village will be slaughtered and the descendants will be cut off." ”

After speaking, I pressed the village chief's hand and grabbed his shoulder hard, and said in a low voice: "Village chief, the sacrifice is professional to you, according to my words." ”

The village chief also reacted at this time, he was the patriarch of Huangjia Village, and at the end of the Qingming Dynasty, he did not do much to do the main line of sacrifice, and immediately said half-white words from his mouth, and even tears flowed down as he spoke, and he kept kowtowing in the direction of the ancestral hall.

The wind around him was a little lighter, and the paper ashes that had been snatched up slowly fell to the ground, and countless winds with vague figures rolled towards the roof.

With a loud bang, the locked ancestral hall gate was directly knocked to the ground, and the wind with the same vague figure continued to pour out of the ancestral hall and roll towards the roof.

The tiles were blown up, and in mid-air they were torn to pieces by the wind.

The boy's singing voice flickered in the wind, and the bloody face never appeared again in the gap.