Have you ever swam? I think you'll tell me you've swam. Then you will remember the posture of swinging back and forth when your feet are under the water. It is not too much to say that when the ghost's hand was stretched out and shook like this, it was almost the same as that action, except that it changed from a foot to a hand.

Not only that, but her hands felt very soft, so the movement was more like dancing. And her palms were facing down, and every time she shook her wrist joints, she drooped softly, as if she was beckoning me to pass. But the rapid swinging of the pose, coupled with the horrible and eerie smile on his face, made me feel that this ghost seemed to be full of excitement at the moment, and the reason for the excitement was probably that it was about to kill me.

Weakness in my hands, soreness in my legs, inability to move my body, I can't hide and dodge, I can't hit and I can't fight, this feeling of helplessness makes me helpless. I was so anxious that I almost felt the urge to cry. If you want to ask me when I am the most vulnerable in my life, then this moment should be regarded as a place, the fish on the chopping board is slaughtered, it is probably to describe my situation at the moment. I began to despair, so I said loudly to Master through the door, Master, I put it in Aunt Xu's house, and under the small bamboo basket containing things, there is an envelope, and I have some food stamps and money hidden in the envelope, you remember to use it...

I say this because I feel like my life is going to be lost here today. But the ghost didn't seem to think so, and with its power it could easily make me braid, but it didn't seem to have had enough fun, and suddenly let go of its grip on the bed. After too long of stalemate and sudden relaxation, I suddenly collapsed on the ground, leaning against the wall and falling crookedly in the gap between the bed and the door, struggling to get up, but found that my feet were already weak and I could not exert my strength at all. So I reached for the iron railing next to the bed, and then I realized that my hands were shaking very much. Chairman Mao once said that in order to defeat the enemy, you must first destroy their will. I think my willpower has been completely destroyed by this ghost at this moment.

Just as my hands were grasping the edge of the bed, my feet were suddenly grabbed by a force, just like the same force that had dragged me into Ward 209 just now. My hands were already weak, and in this way, I was pulled away at once, and I passed under the bed, from one side of the door to one side of the wall, and from one side of the wall, to the side of the cabinet. I was barely awake for a second during the whole process, and every violent impact made my eyes suddenly flash white, and then I felt a feeling of suffocation that I couldn't breathe.

Fortunately, I held my head with both hands the whole time, so that my head didn't hit these things directly, otherwise, even if Master finally cleaned up this ghost, I am afraid that he would have to do another transcendent ritual for me. I was dragged and hit four or five times on the floor in the hospital room like a ball, and then the force that grabbed my feet suddenly disappeared, leaving me curled up on the ground, trying to adjust my breath that was almost suffocating from the impact.

Under the continuous impact, my brain had already produced a dizzy feeling, my ears were buzzing, and the shouts of the master outside the door sounded in my ears as if they were coming from under the water, muffled, and all of a sudden, I felt nauseous and sick to my stomach, and I vomited when I lay on the ground.

At this time, it had begun to rain outside the window, not only in the rain, but also in the thunder. The wind blew the curtains on the windows of my room, rattling, and after vomiting, tears secreted from my eyes, which made my eyes suddenly see more clearly. With lightning and thunder, I saw a man in a hospital gown squatting in the corner of the wall on the side of the door, facing the wall.

This scene seems to be the scene that Dr. Huang said earlier, but it was just changed from the corridor to the room. It squatted there motionless, its shoulders twitching slightly rhythmically, and it looked like it was crying, but the crying voice was extraordinarily happy.

I tried to calm my breathing, but I found that there was pain all over my body, and even near the temples of my head, there was a swelling feeling that seemed to explode from the inside out. In a groggy state, I slowly stood up on my legs. At this moment, I already know that I can't get out of this room except for jumping off the building, maybe this ghost is trying to force me to jump off the building. In this case, I might as well fight with you like this. After standing up, I pinched Ziwei and Lei Du again, limped, and slowly walked towards the squatting ghost.

Master kept banging on the door outside, shouting not to go over, to protect himself, but I couldn't listen to it at all, now it's not a matter of whether to send this ghost away, this guy has made me so embarrassed, if I don't slash it a few times before I die, I'm afraid it will become my obsession, and I will probably become a vengeful ghost when I die.

But as I got closer, the ghost didn't have the slightest intention of dodging. Obviously, it knows that I am approaching, although the ability is much greater than mine, but if my Ziwei Jialei fights together, although it can't be destroyed, it is enough to make it hurt for a while. Then it doesn't dodge, either it's stupid, or it doesn't take me seriously at all.

I guess it was the second one, and when I saw that I was only one step away from it, I raised my hands high, used all my strength, and put my palms down, and was about to slash them together. It was at this moment that the ghost suddenly turned around and stared up at me. There was still a whining cry coming from my mouth, but the expression was always the weird and eerie smile I had seen before, and it was directly opposite my eyes at this glance, and I quickly turned my eyes away, deliberately not looking at it, because if the ghost changed my eyes, then I would be even more useless. It's just that when I was so distracted, I couldn't move my hands at all.

My hands that were originally raised high were now more like someone had tied my hands and hung them up, and I was struggling under my feet, but I fell to my knees with a thud, and after kneeling on the ground, I was about the same height as the squatting ghost. Even though my eyes looked away, the grimace that was so close at hand that I couldn't help but remember it. Then, it reached out its hands and grabbed my chest at once. Actually, it wasn't a scratch, because I didn't feel the grasping, and when I looked down, its hands had reached into my chest, as if they had passed through my body, and all of a sudden, I only felt a cold and piercing sensation coming from the center of my chest, and this sensation radiated very quickly and spread all over my body.

I started to feel breathless because it was sticking into my chest, which was my acupoint, one of the places I needed the most protection. So I didn't care about any taboos about changing my eyes, and stared at its face. I distinctly felt that my air was coming out more than I was taking in, and soon, as if I was drowning, my eyes puffed out, and I began to open my mouth wide, trying to breathe in a little more air, so that I could not die, and at this moment, the ghost began to repeat the wave swinging of my hands swimming like a swim.

This time, I no longer felt cold, but a pain that pierced my heart. I haven't felt this pain in over twenty years. I couldn't bear the pain, so I started screaming in pain, but before I could finish screaming, I felt a sweetness in my throat, and then my voice became choking.

I know it's not water, it's my blood. I have never felt that ghosts can use their own power to cause obvious trauma to people, and most of the time, if a person dies at the hands of ghosts, most of them are controlled by ghosts, thus creating the illusion that they are being injured. I've had this feeling in my previous work, so I knew that if I reminded myself that it was all caused by a ghost, I would be able to break free quickly, but this time I couldn't, no matter how much I reminded myself, this sharp pain that was not far from death seemed so concrete.

I'm not reconciled, I've never done anything bad, why did I become the one who died at the hands of this evil spirit. The anger and despair in my heart swelled my anger to the extreme, and I didn't care about the sharp pain in my chest, I didn't care about the blood spurting from my mouth, and I spat at the ghost's nasty face, and spit a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood into its face.

Originally, this was just my dying struggle, and this way was really indecent, I was like the one who used to bully the earth when I was a child, but every time I went to save the earth and the sky, he couldn't be a one-on-two little bully, he couldn't fight, and he couldn't afford to lose, so he could only spit to vent his anger. I think I was in the same mood when I spit it out. Since the ghost was so close to my face, less than two inches away, it didn't have time to dodge this mouthful, and it spat firmly on its face, passing through its face.

Who knows, this trick actually worked wonders. Its expression changed from the initial smile to horror in an instant. Then I suddenly remembered that Master had told me that spitting is a disdainful and humiliating action, and that when facing a ghost, if you spit on the other person, you will not approve of what it is doing, and you will show your own position and attitude. When you have an attitude, you will be more confident, and at the same time, the other party will be weaker accordingly. So after that mouthful of saliva, the feeling of my hand being hung suddenly disappeared, and the ghost's hand shrank out of my chest, and while screaming as if it was being scalded by boiling water, it began to rub wildly on my face, and as soon as its hand retracted, the pain in my chest suddenly disappeared, and I suddenly became conscious.

Although my hand was still painful, I didn't think much of it, and while it was still wiping my face, I concentrated and tried to clapped my left and right hands together as if they were laughingly clapping their hands, and with a snap, the left and right sides hit the ghost's head at the same time.