The blog doesn't have a name, but it's a psychic game at the top.

Hide and seek, you can summon the deceased. Han Zijun looked at the text on it and muttered in a low voice, "It's all my fault, I am chic outside every day, and I don't have time to accompany her." ”

Lingzhi frowned slightly and clicked on the link.

The more I looked at her, the tighter her brow locked, and the steps were similar to hide and seek, except for the extra mirror.

Prepare a rag doll, hollow out the filling, put in your own nails and rice, and sew the doll with red thread...

Han Zijun stood beside her and looked at the detailed steps written below, his voice trembling a little, "Why did he do this." ”

Lingzhi glanced at his pitiful expression and understood that he was wrong, put the phone on the coffee table and said, "I don't know who you are talking about, but you are wrong, this step is not to summon deceased relatives, but to summon evil spirits."

Don't be led by the title, he's talking about people who have passed away, not specifying who you want to see, this game is a game of gambling with your life. The doll is possessed by evil spirits, and those who find it sink into the nightmares it weaves until all its energy is drained. ”

Han Zijun got up from the sofa, "So, these children were deceived?" All eaten by evil spirits? ”

Lingzhi pursed his lips and looked at the black qi upstairs, and his tone was slightly heavy, "More than that, this is controlled by someone behind it, this is an evil spirit raised by a warlock, otherwise ordinary evil spirits would not be summoned so easily." ”

Before Han Zijun could say anything, she hurriedly left the villa, what are these warlocks going to do, raise evil spirits, refine ghost kings, are they going to heaven.

Han Zijun stood at the door and looked at Lingzhi's back, frowned and picked up his mobile phone to make a call.

Since it is artificial, there must be something wrong with this blogger publishing such a reverie blog.

Lingzhi came out of the villa and sent the blog to Chu Yun.

Standing on the road, following the wisps of black air, I came to another family that was doing a funeral.

The cry pierced people's eardrums one after another, and Lingzhi swept the black qi that was frantically fleeing above his eyes, and quickly followed.

There is really more than one succubus, and the other party doesn't know how much he raises.

Patches of dazzling white sails, the head of the man with red eyes holding a black and white photo, the man in the photo, young and sunny.

Lingzhi was blocked by the funeral procession, and the charm in his palm rushed into the air, chasing the black qi and missing nowhere.

In this era of the Internet, if blogs are all the time, I don't know how many people who miss the dead will suffer.

By the time the funeral procession left, the black gas had completely disappeared.

Lingzhi stood in place, closed his eyes and sensed the existence of the rune paper, and disappeared in place in the next second.

In a dilapidated room surrounded by darkness, the woman lies helplessly on the bed, her tears have lost her pillow, she is so thin that she can't look good, but her eyes are still closed.

The black succubus enveloped the woman, and the black mist absorbed the essence in the woman's body.

Lingzhi quickly pinched the trick in his hand, and a green light hit the succubus, "Heh, your business is busy, and you don't have any other brothers and sisters to help you?" ”

The woman seemed to be aware of other people's voices, her eyelids twitched, and she looked like she would wake up from her dream at any moment.

At the head of her bed was a small old teddy bear, which looked like a child's toy.

Lingzhi's palm spread out, and the flowing fire shook the branches and leaves excitedly, comfortably stretching out the branches and piercing into the body of the teddy bear, greedily absorbing the evil qi inside.

Under the red leaves of the Flowing Fire Tree, several small yellow flower bones grow and delicately hide under the leaves.

The succubus's body shrank rapidly, and it was desperate to tear the reishi mushroom apart, "Nosy. ”

Just as it was about to rush towards Lingzhi, the Zhize Sword soared into the air, piercing through the air and piercing into its illusory body.

The succubus didn't even have time to scream, it turned into a flood of black gas, which was happily absorbed into the body by the Flowing Fire Tree.

There was a large lump abruptly on the trunk of the burning tree, but it was still greedily inhaling the black gas, and the lump was getting bigger and bigger.

Lingzhi was afraid that it would break, and just about to take out a dispelling charm, the Flowing Fire Tree pulled Lingzhi's wrist with the extra note, sprinkling Jiao.

Lingzhi let him eat enough, but his eyes fell on the black gas wafting out of the window.

These succubi are still a root.

She killed two in a row a day, and the other party should also make a move, and the rest only need to wait.

Lingzhi looked at the woman who was about to wake up, and gently put the teddy bear that had been broken into slag back into her arms, and a male voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Is it better?" Otherwise, I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up today. ”

Lingzhi quickly hid in the corner, and the woman on the bed opened her eyes tiredly, and seemed to have no strength to speak, "Look at what, just rest for two days, how can you have money, you go to work, I'm fine." ”

With that, she closed her eyes again, her skin was as dry as tree bark, but she was not very old, and her face was already thin and peeling off.

Although there is no air leakage in this house, it is also very simple, clothes are stacked on the side in cardboard boxes, cooking pots and pans are placed on the simple table that I have built, and there is no electrical appliance in the house except for a rice cooker and pot.

The man outside the door seemed to stand for a while, "There will be children, you take care of your body first, I'll go to work, there are a lot of orders today, I should be able to earn more, I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow." He left here with heavy steps.

Lingzhi watched as the woman on the bed pulled the quilt above her head, holding the teddy bear tightly in her arms, curled up in a ball, and choked silently.

The system suddenly sighed in her knowledge: [It's hard to be a man, and it's even harder to be a poor person. 】

Lingzhi was taken aback by him.

[It's very simple to do a system, either watching a drama or watching a play. 】

Lingzhi walked out of the dilapidated hut and pressed a few pieces of cash in his pocket under the bricks in the doorway.

The system was surprised: [Aren't you dead, so generous, it's rare.] 】

[If you are in ink, I will shoot you into a cake.] 】

The system thought about it, and said cheaply: [It's better for you to knead me into a duck than to shoot it into a cake, don't all my parts have to be broken, and you woman is too ruthless. 】

A shaking god. Suddenly noticed something strange behind Lingzhi.

A black mark in the corner slowly moved along the shadows that were not obvious to everyone, and the Lingzhi that was out of concentration did not notice it.

The shadow got closer and closer, slowly turning into the form of a person, and suddenly struck forward.

【Ganoderma lucidum! 】

The system looked at the bloody night flowing from the corner of Lingzhi's mouth, and his voice trembled in fright.

Lingzhi's eyes darkened, and instead of caring about the sword on his chest, he looked back at the person who came.

It was a pair of old eyes, wrapped in darkness, and hastily hidden in the shadows without a fight.