The purpose of coming here is to summon Li Xiaomin's spirit.

After listening to the master's words, I immediately nodded and said:

"Okay master, what can I do?"

The master snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand and said:

"Light two candles again and light one incense.

Don't let the ghosts around you mess with it. ”

"That's no problem, whoever comes over, I'll give him a whip!"

I opened my mouth with a snake bone whip.

Then, quickly, he took out the yellow pocket and lit two more.

and an incense stick.

The master was also beside him, grabbing a handful of weeds.

His hands began to rub together, and Li Xiaomin's hair and nails were woven into it to make a little straw man.

When he had done this, he came to the yellow cloth.

This yellow cloth doesn't look like anything special.

The master, however, carefully placed the little straw man in the middle of the yellow cloth.

Spoke to me again:

"When I summon spirits for a while, the ghosts around me can sense it, and they may be summoned again.

Before Li Xiaomin's soul returned. Don't let them come near me. ”

"Don't worry, master, I definitely won't let those things get close."

I answered seriously.

The master nodded and did not speak again.

Instead, he took out Li Xiaomin's eight-character yellow talisman for his birthday.

pinched it in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, with a "buzz" sound, the yellow talisman instantly burst into flames and burned into ashes.

Immediately after, the master blew with his mouth.

The paper ash of the yellow charm floated to the yellow cloth.

The master also recited at the same time

"Li Xiaomin listened, entrusted your father's words, and called you home to meet your father.

Shadow, return to ......"

The master's voice was very long.

And as he spoke, the ashes of the yellow talisman that had been burned fell on the yellow cloth one after another.

Immediately afterwards, with the yellow fu as the center, a gossip pattern faintly appeared.

It's not clear, but it does be discernible that it's a gossip.

After saying this, the master put his hands together.

Forming a sword finger handprint, he shouted again:

"Li Xiaomin listened, entrusted your father's words, and called you home to meet your father.

Shadow, return to ......"

After the master shouted this, the straw man lying in the middle of the yellow cloth suddenly moved.

My eyes widened and I stared at the scarecrow.

It's like magic.

But I know that this is not magic, but the real skill of conjuring spirits.

I watched and listened carefully.

I don't know when I can use it.

However, the straw man on the yellow cloth only moved slightly, and then there was no movement.

And the master, every minute or two, repeats the above words.

But every time, the straw man only moved slightly, and there was no follow-up.

Until half an hour later, Li Xiaomin's ghost was still not recalled.

However, the spiritualist ritual has attracted the prying eyes of those wandering ghosts.

In the cloudy wind, I found that in the weeds around me, ghosts gradually appeared.

They all stretched out half their faces or their heads and looked at us.

Looking at the incense candles, I wanted to come over, but I didn't dare to come over.

for I have the serpent's whip, and I am keeping watch around me.

If anyone dares to come near, I will give him a whip.

Occasionally, the snake bone whip will be swung twice to deter those who come close to the sneaky and prevent them from disrupting the spiritualist ritual.

But faintly, you can still hear the conversation between these ghosts.

"I'd love to take another sip."

"Me too!"

"That man is so fierce, you will have to be whipped in the past!"

"Who is Li Xiaomin, and who do you know?"

“……”

I didn't pay attention to these voices, but just focused on guarding the master.

About another twenty minutes had passed, and the conjuring had been going on for almost an hour.

Li Xiaomin's soul still hasn't come back.

The master was reciting Li Xiaomin's name.

The straw man on the yellow cloth is still motionless and has no effect.

But at this time, the wandering ghosts who were hiding in the grass and did not dare to approach suddenly became restless.

It was as if something had appeared and scared them.

"He's coming."

"It's a dead doll."

"Run, run!"

“……”

Several frightened voices rang out, and then they saw these sneaky people hiding in the weeds and watching, and they fled in all directions.

After a while, the surroundings became quiet again.

And I also felt a chilly breath.

In the front left, a faint black and yellow mist appeared, and that oppressive feeling appeared.

This is a feeling that only I can feel when I am facing a ghost.

This is the aura of evil......

My face immediately sank, and I was wary of the left front.

Based on the analysis of what those wandering ghosts said when they left, this should be the fierce ghosts near the mass grave.

"Kiln ......"

Suddenly, these noises appeared in the weeds.

I picked up my whip and fixed my eyes on where the sound had appeared.

The master still had his eyes closed, still reciting Li Xiaomin's name, and the ceremony was not over yet.

The cold feeling intensified, and there was a faint "giggle" laughter.

The source of the sound was very close to me, in the weeds five meters away.

It wasn't loud, but it was uncomfortable to hear.

The burst of black and yellow aura emanated from there.

I looked serious and said with cold eyes:

"What a thing, get out of the acquaintance, otherwise don't blame Dao Ye for being polite."

With that, I threw a whip.

There was a crisp "pop", trying to deter the things in the grass.

But it didn't work, my whip just fell.

In the grass, a child's voice sounded:

"Do you want to play football with me?"

The voice is low and immature, obviously a child's voice.

And as soon as this voice fell, the master of the method suddenly spoke:

"It's a ghost boy, be careful. The division is locking Li Xiaomin's position, and it will take a little time. ”

Ghost boy, that's the little ghost?

I thought to myself, but I wasn't careless.

The voice of the ghost boy continued:

"No one is playing with me, do you want to play with me?"

As soon as this remark came out, I only heard a "bang".

In the weeds opposite me, a ball flew out in an instant.

The ball was coming straight at my door, very fast.

But luckily, I was in good spirits, and although the ball was fast, I reacted immediately.

A whip is drawn out.

With a "snap", it was pumped on the ball.

The ball exploded, turned into a cloud of black gas, and disappeared.

And in the grass, the ghost boy's voice became cold:

"You bad guy, you broke my ball!"

Before the words fell, a gust of wind whistled.

The weeds in front of us instantly split into two rows.

In the middle, there is a little boy of six or seven years old with a broken head.

He wears a jersey and sneakers.

Hold your head around your waist.

On his neck, blood is still oozing out, and it looks extremely terrifying.

At the same time, he also looked at me with a fierce and angry face, a pair of eyes, also black holes, without a little whiteness, no doubt evil ghosts.

The first time I saw him, I felt my hairs stand on end.

It's not how terrifying he is, it's that this evil ghost, just a six or seven-year-old kid, has a broken head.

It gives a strong sense of horror.

I really don't know what happened to him during his lifetime......

Surprised, the ghost boy was already holding his head and slowly walked towards me:

"Give me back my ball......"