Papa Jiang shuddered and woke up completely. He stared at the phone that fell on the bed in horror!

At this time, Jiang Ma was also scared to wake up from her sleep!

The two stared blankly at the phone!

There was also the sound of Lao Wang's cry for help from the mobile phone, and at the same time, there was a shrill scream of a woman!

Dad Jiang's face was pale and his heart was shivering, but he finally picked up the phone and called out tentatively!

"Pharaoh?"

——

At the same time, on the second floor of a self-built villa on the outskirts of Tianhe City, a middle-aged man was wearing a nightgown and holding a framed calligraphy and painting in his arms.

This man is the king!

At this moment, he was terrified and confronted a figure in white with long hair fluttering outside the window!

At this time, the woman in white looked hopefully at a blank painting hanging on the wall not far away!

It seemed that he wanted it very much, but when he saw the old king in the painting, he was afraid.

No, to be precise, what he is afraid of is the calligraphy and painting held in Lao Wang's arms!

In that calligraphy and painting, there are only a few twenty characters, but each character is like a living dragon.

Whenever she got close, the word would burst into a milky white light!

Let her be on fire!

Make her dare not approach at all!

At this time, Lao Wang retreated again and again, and he had retreated to the corner of the wall. He held the inscription in one hand with panic on his face, picked up the phone in the other and hurriedly called for help.

"Brother Weiping, come and save me, there are ghosts!"

"The word, the word you gave me..."

...

A few minutes later, the lights in Jiang's living room turned on!

Jiang Dad hugged the scared mother Jiang, sitting opposite Jiang Hao!

Jiang Hao stared closely at his father Jiang Weiping!

"Dad, you said that my uncle Wang encountered a ghost? Was it my word that saved him?"

Jiang Hao said with a look of surprise.

At this moment, the outlook on life formed by his ordinary life for more than ten years makes him a little unwilling to believe.

But at the same time, he also knows that this era is no longer the ordinary era of the past!

Ghosts are also possible!

Moreover, his characters were written by him using Confucian talents, and Confucian talents are also extremely lethal to evil spirits!

Seems like the whole thing makes sense!

Dad Jiang seemed to be undecided, but after hearing Jiang Hao's question, he still responded.

"The other day, I took your words and prepared them for your Uncle Wang to frame them!"

"After your Uncle Wang saw that pair of characters, he liked it very much. He said he could frame it for me for free, and asked if I could borrow him to enjoy it for a few days!"

"I have a good relationship with your uncle Wang, so I agreed to lend him a seven-day loan!"

"He called me just now, and he screamed for help to me in horror, and then I heard a miserable scream of a woman!"

"Later he said that your calligraphy would emit white light, and whenever the ghost approached, white light would erupt on the calligraphy and painting, and the female ghost would not dare to approach!"

"And she ran out with the calligraphy and painting, and the female ghost disappeared!"

After listening to what Jiang Dad said, Jiang Hao was silent for a while.

At this time, Jiang Ma timidly revealed a pair of eyes and asked Jiang Hao anxiously.

"Haohao, this kind of unclean thing, it is better to believe that there is, not to believe that it is not!

Since it is afraid of your words, why don't you write a few more words and put them at home! "

When Mom Jiang said this, Dad Jiang also agreed.

"Yes, Haohao, write it now!"

Jiang's father and mother were originally from the countryside, and were in awe of ghosts and gods!

But be very careful!

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