Yin Yang ghost hunter

I was relieved when my cousin agreed, but I also wanted to see what tricks this water ghost could use to deceive these men who were fishing for corpses.

What kind of trouble is hidden in a small pond?

The time for morning reading has come, but there are more and more students outside. Even the head teacher came out to shout and wanted to drive the students back, but these students were indifferent and all watched the fun. In the end, the teacher stood beside him and raised his hands.

Staring at the corpse-retrieving boat in the pond.

My cousin walked up to the woman in the floral coat and asked something, but she ignored him. My cousin shrugged helplessly, walked over to me, and said:

"She refused to give me the deceased's relics, so I had no choice. Although there are other ways to summon the corpse, it requires a certain amount of preparation time."

"Does it have to be the relics of the deceased? I heard my grandfather say before that if the body cannot be found, you can cut off the head of a white rooster at the place where the deceased drowned, and the body will float up, or it may be supported by relatives with bamboo poles.

The clothes of the deceased scream the name of the deceased from the place where they were drowned, and the body will surface.”

Seeing that my cousin couldn't help it, an idea flashed in my mind, and I heard this very crude method. Grandpa told me that it was true.

My cousin stared at me with a sneer and said:

"Do you think your current method can do it? The second method is to ensure that the soul of the deceased does not leave the pond, and the first method is to use the rooster's blood to guide the soul."

"No, and Yinghong's mother is not in a normal state of mind right now. It's obviously impossible for her to summon her soul."

I pinched a strand of hair hanging on my head and started to think of another way.

"Things worn by close relatives can also be used. The more personal something is, the better."

The cousin's voice sounded with a hint of helplessness.

I let go of my hand and said, "Is the hair okay?"

The cousin nodded expressionlessly. Hair is a very good medium. It is needed to perform any secret technique. Many witchcraft in southern Xinjiang require the other party's hair, nails, sebum and other things.

I took a deep breath and walked to classmate Yinghong's mother. She looked at the salvage team busy in the pond with somewhat blank eyes. She sat there motionless. Because it was morning, her lower body was covered with dew.

She was wet, but in such a cold weather, she didn't do anything. She grabbed the money paper with both hands and threw it into the brazier mechanically, so that I quietly pulled out a few of her hair without noticing.

After handing the hair to my cousin, my cousin took out a piece of talisman paper from his bag and asked me the direction where I saw Gu Anan fell into the water. I pointed. After my cousin was sure, he walked to the pond.

I wrapped some hair with talisman paper, clasped my hands together, and began to mutter something. His voice was very thin, like the sound of a mosquito. I couldn't help but stare at his eyes, and found that my cousin's left eye seemed to flash.

A strange green light.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind blowing around. The wind came very suddenly.

The money and paper in the brazier were rolled up and scattered in all directions. The students around me started to commotion. I crossed my arms and felt that the wind was too evil.

The cousin suddenly reached out and threw the yellow talisman into the water. The yellow talisman sank instantly.

The wind around me became stronger and stronger, making it hard for me to open my eyes. A chill began to creep up my back, and my body began to shake involuntarily. The ancestral jade pendant on my chest felt a little warm at the moment. I pinched it.

Jade pendant, I wanted to find some warmth from it, but at this moment, I almost wet my pants again in fear.

Because, because I saw a blurry back in front of me, I blinked my eyes carefully, and the back became clear. It was Yinghong, this was Yinghong!

Although I was terrified inside, I did not run away. I felt a little comforted in my heart. I suppressed the discomfort in my heart again and looked up at her. Although it was just a back view, I saw that the goose-yellow jacket he was wearing was already wet at the moment.

It was covered with mud and dripping with water, and one of her feet was bare. The trousers were rolled up slightly, revealing her snow-white calves, but there seemed to be a dark palm print on the calves, and the other

One leg was wearing a shoe, so there was nothing unusual about it.

Seeing this black handprint, I suddenly remembered the black handprint on my grandfather's neck. This is a ghost handprint. It is formed because the yin energy condenses and does not disperse.

Seeing this, I have concluded that Yinghong was 100% the result of that female ghost's evil deeds.

When I was about to think about asking her how to offend this female ghost, she suddenly moved. She originally stopped next to her mother, but now she walked forward, step by step, and I followed closely.

When we arrived at the pond, her body suddenly became stiff and bent. I thought she was about to jump into the water, but I saw that she had stretched out her pale arms and pressed down.

"Oops! Cousin!"

I screamed, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated, Yinghong, Yinghong actually wanted to push my cousin down!