"At that time, I realized that it was no one else who cursed the Fang family to cut off their children and grandchildren, it was ourselves, and this kind of "birth foundation" planted by the Fang family would inevitably bear evil results.

I was so angry that I never went to visit my cousin again, and I had no intention of going to find a master to crack it again, but at this time, my subordinates found a master.

The master was equally undecipherable, but he had a way to interfere with the sacrifice.

I know my cousin will sacrifice the living again, but I want to end it.

The master has set up things in this murderous house, although he can ensure that those people do not have to worry about their lives, but he can't guarantee that he will not be invaded by evil spirits after touching that tree, and he can only do it to this extent, at least for the time being, he can't sacrifice the living to that tree.

My cousin had sacrificed the living for the past two years, one was a cousin, and the other was a cleaner she hired, so at the beginning of this year, she repeated the same trick again, using the pretext of cleaning the ancestral house to hire cleaners to send them to death, in order to achieve the purpose of sacrificing the living.

But she didn't know that there were already high-ranking people in the big house, and it was impossible to complete the sacrifice.

My cousin found out that the first person I hired this year was fine, so I became anxious and hired people everywhere.

At this time, because the living person was not sacrificed in time, it may have angered the tree, so the cousin's condition suddenly worsened.

She began to suspect that something was wrong, thinking that there was some kind of mistake in her birthday, after all, she had only listened to my father on the surface, and did not know what the details were really paying attention to, so she began to be unsure and hired people indiscriminately.

In the end, when Ms. Song arrived, her cousin's condition worsened, and she went away. And I changed my mind, and I wanted to continue to look for someone who could solve this matter in my lifetime, and I didn't want to leave this scourge behind.

That's how it all began, Mr. Shen."

"I see, it's all right.

Mr. Fang, August 8 refers to the lunar calendar."

"Yes."

"Your cousin probably doesn't know if August 8 is a lunar or solar calendar, right?"

"She doesn't know. She succeeded in sacrificing her cousin, but she also stumbled by mistake, because my cousin's birthday is a rare lunisolar day."

"Oh. Fang Mingen is born on August 8, right?"

"I don't know, my father didn't say that."

"Okay."

"Mr. Shen, what's next?"

"I'll go and remove what the master has set up in the house, and then I'll crack it, but I'll need to make a little sacrifice."

"Just say it."

"Need to cut off one of your fingers."

"Uh~ cut off a finger?"

"Mr. Fang, this price is already very low. If you change to someone else, even if you can solve this game, I'm afraid you will have to take your life.

I don't know exactly what the name of this magic is, but it's clear that it's an evil spell that Hu Sin, a Nanyang man, has improved on the seed base.

The principle of this evil method is very similar to that of raising yin souls, it is another form of raising ghosts, and this kind of ghost is more fierce than any ghost, but the effect is also stronger than others, and it is very effective and powerful.

At the beginning, Husin used your great-grandfather's fingers as the material for planting the base, and then used the mashed flesh of his own flesh to make the base, and the fingers were planted into the meat nest, so that there was a certain contractual relationship between humans and ghosts.

After Fang Mingen was brutally killed, his soul became a murderous soul in the so-called "Shengji", and if he has a contractual relationship, he will use his grudge to increase the life of your great-grandfather, and as long as it is a descendant of your great-grandfather, Fang Mingen's murderous soul will use the blood relationship to absorb your yang longevity to your great-grandfather, this is the principle of this evil law.

Since it is to raise a fierce soul, the fierce soul will inevitably die a tragic death before its death, and then be trapped in the planted living base, so the resentment will be very great, and only the sacrifice of the living can be provided to satisfy it, and once the sacrifice of the living is broken, the fierce soul will use the contract to connect, and will absorb the luck of your yang shou to support itself.

It's very easy for me to crack this evil law, but when I subdue it, there will definitely be a situation where the fish will die and the net will be broken

It will definitely use the connection between you and it to suck your yang life, so you will be very dangerous.

In order to put an end to this connection and danger, and to ensure that your life is not consumed by it, you need to pay a little price, which is the minimum amount of damage, and you need one of your fingers to be your double.

If it goes well, the murderer doesn't plan to suck your yang longevity, then you can take this finger back to the hospital for surgery quickly. On the other hand, if he jumps over the wall in a hurry, then you can only do this, but you won't lose your life for it."

"I see. It's okay, Mr. Shen, do you want it now?"

"Yes, I'll take care of this matter today, and I'll get you out of this doom as soon as possible."

"The Fang family is finally hopeful. Wait a minute, I'll get the knife."

The tape is blank here for a few seconds. Qin Ding hissed lightly, as if he saw that Mr. Fang gritting his teeth and handing a bloody finger to the Soul Hunter.

"Bear with me, wait for me outside. Don't come in."

"Okay, okay, you have to be careful."

When the tape arrived, it was all a cacophony of walking, rubbing clothes, and some indistinguishable sounds.

It didn't take long for the sounds to suddenly disappear, leaving only the slight breathing of a person.

Suddenly, there was a "doo" sound on the tape, as if something had hit something, and then there was a crisp sound, like the breaking of a branch or a hard bone.

Qin Ding was a little anxious, he couldn't see what was happening, and he really couldn't tell what the Soul Killer was doing just by his voice.

Then, the sound of popping and rustling began to appear in the tape recorder, and there was a faint sound of wind howling, and even some of it sounded like a raging fire.

As these voices stacked, there was another "do" sound, and then suddenly, the miserable howls of many people suddenly came from the tape recorder.

These poignant sounds are dense and sound nerve-wracking.

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, don't come in."

The screams in the tape recorder continued, but Qin Ding still heard a crackling sound inside, as if dry wood had been burned and cracked.

"Huh~~" (can't tell what the sound is)

The chaotic howl in the tape recorder came to an abrupt end with this strange "whoo~" from far and near, as if it had been swallowed into some abyss.

Then there was a sizzling sound. Qin Ding knew that this was the appearance of a murderous spirit.

But what is different is that this fierce soul is not as arrogant or even manic as those previous fierce spirits, but obviously afraid, and even begging for mercy, this is the first time Qin Ding has encountered this kind of thing in the tape.

Qin Ding remembered that as described by Ms. Song before, there was a black shadow entrenched on the strange tree, judging from the color, if nothing else, it should be a fifth-level murderous soul, and it was also the highest-level murderous soul he knew so far.

However, when this level of murderous soul appeared in the previous incident, he had never been afraid of the soul hunter, even when the soul hunter used the seal to arrest him, he also felt like fighting to the death, how could this murderous soul be like this.

"Zizizi...... Leave me alone...... Zizi ...... Zizi ...... No, don't, don't eat me."

Qin Ding was very puzzled, what does it mean to "don't eat me", aren't the soul hunters all chanting spells to arrest the murderous soul, and they can still eat the murderous soul?

"You told me not to eat you, huh~! My saliva is going to come out."

"Ah~~"

"Don't ...... Zizi... Zizi... It's not my fault... Zizizi...... Why me? No... Don't eat me."

"It's not your fault, but neither are these people."

"Do~"

"What? Do you want to fight to the death? If that severed finger withers, I can't guarantee that you'll suffer less than the Nanyang Mage will suffer next."

"Zizi... Can't...... Zizi Zi ......"

"You're lucky enough to meet me on a mission,

If you put it in peace, hey, hey, hey......

"Huh~" (The voice suddenly gets louder)

"Zizi ......" (the ghost doesn't seem to have time to say anything)

"Poof~~Wow." (The sound of something falling to the ground)

There was no clutter in the tape recorder for a moment, only the faint sound of footsteps and the subsequent sound of the door opening.

"Shen, Mr. Shen, are you okay?"

"It's fine. It has been completely resolved, and your Fang family will never be affected by this again.

When the time comes, find someone to take quicklime and cover the wreckage, and wait for 7 days to completely remove it.

This is for you, take it to the hospital quickly, it should be too late."

There was no sound on the tape here, and after more than ten seconds, a sound came from inside.

February 19, 1998

Qin Ding pressed the pause button when he heard this.

He was very puzzled now, this soul hunter actually disposed of the murderous soul without using any spell, and it was still a fifth-level fierce soul.

Even if he doesn't need a spell, he seems to be able to eat murderous spirits. Isn't this soul hunter human? What could he be? This once again subverted Qin Ding's cognition.

He raised his head and looked out the window, and through the glass on the wooden frame, he saw the old porch and the mottled courtyard wall, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

How could he be in this place, trapped in this strange place, listening to these more strange things, and there seemed to be an invisible danger around him, and it seemed that there was none.

At this moment, Qin Ding suddenly felt that he would not be a patient in a mental hospital, and he had not been able to wake up, and he was falling into some kind of illusion.

Qin Ding rubbed his face, sighed lightly, picked up the tape recorder, and pressed the play button again.

"This incident has been investigated clearly, and Fang Mingen has been arrested.

This disaster was committed by Fang Mingen's father, and he asked the Nanyang evil magician to raise ghosts to continue his life, and bring disaster to his descendants.

In order to prolong their life and protect themselves, the Fang family sacrificed countless living people in the past few years, although they were not evil ghosts, they were worse than evil ghosts.

Although Fang Mingen's murderous soul level is level five, it is not caused by actively harming others, it belongs to captive murderous souls, it is not that the soul is completely empty, and the scope of harm is limited, otherwise it would have been a disaster and it would be difficult to clean up.

The level of resentment is black, and the level of harm is level five, and there is no obsession or remorse, so it was entered into the suppression hall and disposed of by the prefect.

Soul Hunter: ji

Delivery time: Ding You, the twenty-third day of the first month of the Year of the Tiger, February 19, 1998."

Qin Ding didn't have the rotation of the tape, he was thinking, the name of the soul hunter in this incident was Shen Yi in front of him, but the name reported at the end was Ji Zuo, obviously he just gave a name to deal with it before, so does it mean that his real name is not suitable for people to know?

This undoubtedly added a touch of mystery to this soul hunter, Qin Ding was very curious, he planned to ask Uncle Ma next time.

It didn't take long for the tape to spin and snap to the end. All five tapes were broadcast, and the eighth event was heard.

Qin Ding was relieved, put the tape recorder in his hand on the table, stretched his waist slightly, and then looked down at the watch, it was almost seven o'clock.

He got up and drank some water, then walked out of the house to the toilet.

It was a little dark in the low room, and if he hadn't noticed something unusual in the toilet in the morning, he would have been too lazy to light the candle, but at this time, seeing the black pit on the ground, he felt a little awkward and even a little resistant."