"Xiaolong, that's it?"

"It's altru, that boy is a terrible ghost, no matter how many ordinary ghosts there are, they can only haunt him, at most force him back, and if you want to kill him, it's basically impossible."

Hearing this, the village chief frowned: "It's a pity that there are no powerful ghosts in our ancestors." ”

"If there were, the village would have been wiped out a long time ago, so where can we wait for now."

I replied, and then said, "The boy doesn't have time to pay attention to you, each of you grabs a handful of rice, and if the boy comes in, throw it over, and I'll help." ”

With that, I walked to the yard and looked up at the rooftop.

On the roof, countless winds surrounded the boy standing in mid-air, and every time he approached, a vague figure appeared in the wind, roaring and attacking.

The blood on the boy's body flowed more and more, and the blood that flowed out turned into a blood mist, enveloping his whole body, and every time the figure in the wind attacked, the blood mist would be less.

The attackers screamed and rolled to the side, unable to recover for a long time.

However, this is Huangjia Village, there are too many people, even if the blood mist is strong, the wind besieging the boy has not decreased at all.

The two sides reached a stalemate, and I took out the coffin nails again.

Normal burial, the coffin nails are only used seven, four are sealed with four corners, and the remaining three are in the center, the deceased is male, two on the left and one on the right, and the deceased is a female, two on the right and one on the left.

Regardless of men and women, one more is only half nailed, which means that everything is inexorable, and it will be nailed by future generations.

But now it's the Soul Suppression, two more than the normal seven.

These two nails are one to the head of the coffin and the other to the tail of the coffin, and the people in the coffin cannot go up to the sky or enter the earth.

As I nailed the last nail down the coffin, the blood of the boy on the coffin seemed to come to life, oozing from the nail and slowly flowing into the middle of the nine nails.

In an instant, the yin wind besieging the boy seemed to be stimulated, and quickly drifted around.

The boy who broke away from the group was slightly stunned, and when he looked down and saw me in the courtyard, he was about to rush over.

As soon as he moved his body, he crashed into the shape of a fast plank in the void.

As he broke through everywhere, pieces of shape were knocked out, and finally a coffin was formed.

And every time he hits, the nail I drove in the corresponding position would bounce out a little bit. If I hadn't been around, the coffin nails would have been shaken off the ground by the boy and rendered useless.

It's a pity that I'm here.

The shocked nails were driven into the ground, and the red thread that had been given to Rokuko was wound between the coffin nails, connecting the coffin nails together.

As the red line ended, I took a few steps back and stood aside.

The nail was still vibrating with the boy's impact, but the corresponding coffin nail had just popped out a little before it was pulled back into place by the red thread.

Not only did it not loosen because of the impact, but the red line tightened more and more in the impact after impact.

After more than ten minutes of impact, the boy finally stopped, staring at me with resentful eyes.

I didn't even look at him, and beckoned to the village chief in the house.

"Village chief, are you angry?"

The village chief was stunned when he heard this, and he was a little at a loss.

I pointed to the shape of the coffin surrounded by nails and red threads on the ground and said, "This kid has scared everyone for a long time, come, throw rice into it." ”

"What's the use of that?"

"It's useless, it's just pain."

The corners of the village chief's mouth twitched, and he pulled the eager villagers: "No, don't, this kid is quite pitiful, let's put him in the ground." ”

I nodded and said to the boy in mid-air, "Little one, do you know where you are buried?"

Don't stare at me like that.

You stubbornly, wait until dawn to have something for you.

Be obedient, uncle, brother may be able to help you a little. ”

I tried my best, but the boy was unmoved, and kept looking at me with that terrible gaze.

At this time, the villagers also learned about the boy from the mouth of the village chief, and the boy was trapped by me, and as soon as the fear was gone, the simple humanity returned to everyone.

Older women, in particular, wiped their tears and persuaded boys.

The women in the village are not only strong in scolding the streets, but also in the eloquence that the parents usually exercise in a short period of time under the fermentation of sympathy.

Not to mention the boy, I only felt a swarm of flies circling around me as I stood aside, and I kept fantasizing about catching the fly, squeezing its belly, pulling its intestines out, and then using its intestines to strangle his neck and pull it hard, heh--! The whole tongue sticks out! I'll raise my knife again-

"Xiaolong, Xiaolong, what do you want?"

"Ah, oh, village chief, what's wrong?"

"He agreed?"

"What?"

"He agreed."

When I woke up from my fantasy, I saw that the boy in mid-air had lost his previous anger, and the two lines of bloody tears had turned into real tears, looking pitiful.

I couldn't help but feel compassion too.

This kid, it would be better if he agreed earlier, he had to suffer this sin.

I didn't release the boy, but directly led someone to move the soul nail and the red thread into the intact warehouse next to it, and I asked about the boy.

The boy's name is Tang Ming, 9 years old, his family is superior, his parents are busy with work and have no time to discipline, his grandparents are very doting, and over time he has become a demon king of the world.

In addition to the family, whether it is at school or in the community where they live, they are all characters that people hate and hate.

Finally, in order to grab the slide, he pushed several three or four-year-old children off the slide, causing several children to be injured.

The busy parents rushed back and taught him a hard lesson, and the grandparents who had been on his side did not help him as usual.

This made him feel that no one in this world loved him, so he ran away from home.

When he came out and stayed until midnight, he was so hungry that he planned to go home, but he was caught in the car by a man and a woman, and he didn't know what he had eaten, so he fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up from the pain, he found himself lying on a dilapidated iron bed with a cut in his chest.

He kept struggling and shouting, grabbing his woman and trying to feed him medicine and keep him asleep, but the man reprimanded the woman not to waste it, and after tying him firmly with a rope, he continued to cut on his chest.

He died of pain, and the last memory was of the man's hand sticking out of his chest, holding his still beating heart.

When he regained consciousness, he had already been buried, and the endless resentment in his heart made it impossible for him to sleep at all, but a strange force bound him to the coffin.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly felt that he could move, and began his own revenge.

When the revenge was over, he came home all the way to see his parents, but he saw his parents holding a little brother, and the gentle eyes never appeared in his memory.

"I hate them, I hate everyone."

The boy ended his story with a sentence, and two lines of bloody tears flowed from the corners of his eyes again, and his face gradually became hideous.

I winked at the aunts wiping away from my tears and stepped aside.

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