Ghosts Know What I Experienced

Chapter 9:

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In the dark night, a young man sitting in the garden to tease the cat is already surprised. Now, suddenly there are two gods and women and priests. This night is not destined to be calm.

However, the woman and the Taoist did not go upstairs to catch ghosts. Within a few minutes, a middle-aged man rushed up and slapped the woman's face. The woman glared at the man with her cheeks, smacked her teeth, and nailed her blood on the man's face.

A man and a woman quickly twisted together, and Zhao Jia sat down not far.

After playing for a few minutes, the sound of beatings by two people made many households in the community open their lights. At three in the morning, the men and women were smashed. In the end, the man beat the woman to the ground. The woman’s hair was messy, her eyes were black and blue, and she cried: “The old lady is a **** person who has fallen for eight generations. Use the beast! You said it yourself, your father lived to eighty-six, he had cancer 12 years ago, and he is not dead now, how he lived for so long! You said!"

The man sighed on the floor: "My dad is dead now, what do you say about this!"

The woman simply did not get up, and sprinkled directly on the ground. She tore the scorpion and said loudly: "You let the neighbors listen! My Dabao and Xiaobao, less than ten years old, are all dead! Last year. The one in my stomach, only six months, also ran away. You don't feel bad about your son, I am distressed by my son! It's all my flesh and blood, I was born in October! How did your father live for so long? You know in your own heart that the old thing that is not dead is the life of his grandson!" In the end, it has begun to cry.

The man rushed to pick up the woman's hair and fell to the ground: "My dad is dead, you give me this female watch!"

"You are a beast... ah!"

Looking at this scene, Jia Jia frowned and stood up. But he hadn't had time to stop it. The old Taoist next to him suddenly threw a yellow cinnabar paper in front of the man. The paper was burning in the air, scaring the man and making a big jump. Stopped the pace.

Is it really a ghost-hunting master?

The old Taoist priests whispered, and said to the man in the right and wrong way: "Ms. Zhao did not make a mistake, Mr. Li, the yin of this building is extremely heavy, it should be the ghost of your father. The living child is alive. If you wait for the evil spirits to remove the evil spirits, you will not have nightmares and nights, and you can also have children."

Yan Jia looked solemnly at this old Taoist.

Living children and grandchildren.

Yi Jia naturally heard this statement.

Because of his special physique, his father took him to see a lot of "masters", and also heard a lot of mysterious things, such as living children and grandchildren.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that if an old man lives too long, it is the life of a living child. When he lives for a year, his children and grandchildren will have less blessings and longevity. So in ancient times, some families whose families were always aborted would throw their elderly old people into the caves in the mountains and give them water and food for three days. From then on, they will fulfill their children’s responsibilities and let these old people become born. Off.

However, yesterday, when Jia Jia was bored and looked at the historical news of the "Ghost Know" public account, he just turned to an article titled "The Eight Best Laughing Mortal Superstitions." When you open it, the sixth place is the "living son and grandson".

Under the article, the mysterious group of the mysterious scholars blew the sea and sneered at the eight superstitious events, especially for the living sons and grandchildren. They were too lazy to take a look.

[Old man this year, 96, if the son who is not a device can dare to throw the old man, the old man will kill him with a thunder, and ask him to thunder! 】

In the comments, the master's son also came back to reply: [Dad! I am sixty-four, give me some face! I have been talking to you, jumping on the square dance, knowing the beautiful aunt, caring for life, staying away from the "ghost know", you will listen to me! 】

Today, the old Taoist eloquently said that the living son and grandson really existed.

Probably was stunned by the spell of self-ignition. The man hesitated for a long time, and went upstairs with the Taoist and the woman: "You want to catch ghosts, then I will look at it. You stink, if there is no problem. I am interrupting your legs!"

The two men went upstairs and Qian Jia sat downstairs and eventually did not keep up. First, there is no name. He casually keeps up. The couple may drive him down. Second, he and Ye Yu have both gone to the seventh floor yesterday. Nothing happened. Find the shadow of the ghost on the seventh floor.

What's more, the blood of Ye Jingzhi is now suppressing the seven floors of this building.

Five minutes later, from the window of the seven-story stairwell, Zhao Jia saw a fire floating in the air. The old Taoist was holding a yellow paper, and his mouth was stunned. He used a mahogany sword to pierce the paper, and then sprayed the realgar with the wine. When he did all this, Yi Jia saw that the black gas wrapped in the seven layers did not float at all, and the four blood lines firmly locked the black gas in it.

Until a minute later, Yi Jia suddenly saw that there was a light on the seventh floor. He stood up violently, staring at the lamp with a serious look. Through the shadow of the window, he could see a long-haired woman holding the child's hand and walking slowly in the room. They walked very slowly, compared to the Taoist who was doing it outside the door, like a snail crawling.

Then, they walked step by step to the front door, and the woman slowly lowered her head and looked at the Taoist priests at the door through the cat's eyes.

boom!

The black suffocation suddenly increased, and the four blood lines trembled fiercely.

In the distant capital, the cold and indifferent man is talking to a monk. Suddenly, he turns his head and looks at the torch and looks south.

The monk folded his hands together and smiled: "Ye Daoyou, what happened?"

A dark light flashed through the dark scorpion, and the mirror turned slightly: "My blood drop is going to break."

The monk is different: "Is the blood drop you put in Tiangongzhai? That is 72 points. Is it really a big head to buy?" The monk said, "They can break your blood drops, It must be at least the evil spirit of the squatting hell, but the person who can spend 72 points to buy your blood drops is not the predecessor of the older generation, but also the top ten friends of the ink fountain. Don't worry too much."

Ye Jingzhi gently decapitated, but after a second, he suddenly doubled: "Broken."

A monk: "What?"

Ye Jingzhi slowly sinks his face: "My blood drop is broken."

The monk was shocked: "So fast?!"

The handsome black man stared coldly at the south: "I am going one step ahead, there seems to be...Sue City."

Sioux City.

Yan Jia raised his head and watched as the black gas continued to swell, and the four blood lines trembled to surround the black air. However, the black gas swelled more and more, and the tumbling became more and more turbulent. After a very light broken sound, the four blood lines collapsed into a myriad of light spots in the eyes of Zhao Jia, scattered in the air.

It was all right all day, but after the priests and husbands went upstairs, they were weird.

The moment the blood line completely shattered, the light in the woman's room suddenly went out. The black gas roared and rushed out of the seventh floor again, wrapped the building, and even spread it unscrupulously in the community.

The cockroaches in his arms were so horrified that he was stunned. He left it on the ground and walked up to the building. Just after taking a step, he jumped up and jumped back into his arms. Yi Jia lived: "There are evil spirits there, are you not afraid?"

As if I understood it, I shook my head desperately, but the small body shrank in the arms of Zhao Jia and could not stop tremble.

Looking at this sly and sticky little black cat, Yan Jia sighed and slammed the uncorrupted neck around him into the sly claws. He stuffed the little black cat and the bronze scorpion into his pocket, then looked up at the almost black building and rushed in.

At this point, the sacred stick is putting a lot of things into his dark green bag, and he shakes his head as he squats on the little song. When I was halfway through, suddenly the phone shook and shook, and Yuyu opened WeChat.

[Zhu Jia: Master Ye’s blood drops are broken, and the yin is chaotic. I will go up and see the situation first. 】

The big eyes of the single eyelids suddenly swelled, and the jade jade did not dare to set the channel: "How could the blood drop of Ye Xiewang be broken?!" The voice just fell, and the jade jade violently swept all the treasures on the table into the Qiankun bag. Then rushed to the living room: "Uncle Shi, help me arrange a military aircraft, I want to take off now. Sucheng may have an accident!"

However, for half an hour, a plane took off from the military airport in the southern suburbs of the capital and flew to the south. In the other direction of the capital, a black man broke through the sky and quickly flew south.

At this moment, Yi Jia walked into the corridor, silently silent, only a strong black gas wrapped around his body a little. However, those black gas did not touch Zhao Jia at all, and the incomparable Qing Li in his pocket shocked the earthquake and scared them away.

The elevator door was closed and the display on the top of the elevator was dark, no numbers flashing, and no floor information. This building is like a haunted house. There is no light. The moonlight shines through the window and barely shines a little light.

Zhao Jia looked at the silent elevator and turned to walk up the stairs. He walked up the stairs step by step and slowly walked from the first floor to the seventh floor. Just out of the stairwell, I saw the door between the two people and the aisle in the middle. However, five minutes ago, the couple and the Taoist priests still stood in the aisle, but now they disappeared from the air. There was no charred paper on the ground. Only the iron pot was placed in the corner, and the inside was the ashes of paper money.

The sporadic fire spots flashed in the iron basin, as if someone had just burned paper here.

Zhao Jia looked down at the iron basin. For a long time, he stepped up to a door and raised his hand and knocked it up. There was another groaning sound in the room. The cat’s eyes were oozing, and the door slammed open. Yan Jia smiled and looked up, looking at the woman who was pale and holding her. little boy.

"I am not a master, not the master of Ye, not as good as jade. I don't know who is a ghost, who is a human being. However, my fists can't kill people, only the ghosts will be scattered. So... who first Come try?"

The author has something to say: Today is a good mood, give you a poem to fight oil~

God stick is a bastard,

C+ is really lovable.

The mirror has a play today,

Five boxes of green pears are not enough to sell!

Ah, so wet! So wet! applaud!

裴God stick: You have to rhyme, what do you say I am a bastard! ! !

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