On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

Listening to horror stories in the middle of the night is not particularly interesting.

I couldn't help but ask Zhang Lingchuan: "What happened next?"

"Then? Later, more and more ghost handprints appeared in the bully's house. In the end, the ghost handprints covered the whole house, and then all the people in that house died!"

Zhang Lingchuan told this story concisely and concisely, but I took a breath of air when I heard it.

"An unjust soul is asking for his life? Then the resentment is quite serious."

At that time, there were at least dozens of people in the house, including the masters and servants. It was a pity that all this resentment died there.

Zhang Lingchuan said: "It's not just as simple as killing an innocent soul. In the final analysis, ghost knocking on the door is also a kind of technique in the tiredness of victory, using oneself as the medium to curse those who have wronged one during their lifetime."

"Exchanging lives for lives is somewhat similar to your soul-binding spell."

I frowned lightly: "So, the senior who invented Ghost Knocking is actually the same family as us?"

Zhang Lingchuan chuckled: "Isn't that right?"

"Ordinary little ghosts, even if they are close to my incense shop, they will have been ventilated by other wandering ghosts. But the knock on the door just now was not even noticed by me. It was really silent, damn Yes, it’s a bit virtuous.”

"And later on, there was a saying about this ghost knocking on the door to warn the world."

"What?"

After Zhang Lingchuan drank all the tea in his hand, he said calmly: "In the daytime, the conscience is lost, and in the middle of the night, ghosts knock on the door."

I was so angry that I laughed.

"Damn it, there's something fucking wrong with this. Our incense shop does all kinds of bad things and does all kinds of dirty work, but we haven't done anything unscrupulous!"

"What the hell is knocking on the door? I think this is just a group of cowards hiding their heads and tail, playing tricks behind their backs."

Having said this, I looked towards the small attic with some concern.

Zheng Yuan is still sleeping up there.

If we really have to fight with someone later, won't he be woken up again?

Zhang Lingchuan held a cigarette, caught a glimpse of my eyes, and said calmly: "Don't worry, there is calming incense on it. The incense has not been burned out, and he will not wake up even if we upset him."

"Then should we send someone over to help?"

Zhang Lingchuan snorted coldly: "Shaking people? Are you trying to tear down all the golden signs of me, Zhang Lingchuan?"

"It's just such a thing, I don't know how to shake people."

"The ghost is knocking on the door? I'm knocking on his head!"

The wind blew at night, which made me wake up a lot.

At this time, I saw another shadow floating past the door of our shop.

Then, in another corner, he reached out and knocked on the door again.

"Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-"

On a night like this, it seemed particularly abrupt.

Damn, this stupid thing is intentional, right?

I immediately stood up and was about to rush out, but Zhang Lingchuan pulled me back by my collar.

"Don't worry, I want to see how this thing works."

Operating procedures?

I looked at Zhang Lingchuan in surprise: "Are you stealing from me here?"

He blinked at me with his phoenix eyes, then put his finger to his lips and shushed me: "Keep your voice down, don't let him hear me."

But Zhang Lingchuan's voice was not quiet at all, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't hear him.

After a while, the floating figure stood at the door of our shop.

He didn't come in, he just stood at the door and stared at us.

But there was something wrong with that look. Just looking at it like that made me feel a little dazed and my body started to shake a little.

Zhang Lingchuan helped me from behind and said, "Don't be distracted."

After I came to my senses, I shook my head and said, "Boss, this thing is a bit evil."

"I don't know what rank the person behind him is."

I looked at the somewhat dull ghost in front of me and sighed inwardly.

When casting the Shen Sheng magic, you always need to use a medium.

For example, Chen Ajiao's witchcraft doll, Zhang Lingchuan's yellow skin, and the tree branches used by Yu Shunyi to cast spells.

Then the ghost in front of me may be the medium of the spell.

He doesn't dress like someone from this era.

I'm afraid he's been dead for hundreds of years.

But it's quite unlucky to die and be dug up to be used as a medium for this crap thing.

He stared at us and muttered something.

That's a curse on us.

This is also a type of spell casting.

Speaking of which, this thing is actually similar to the Siamese head bow.

They all achieve the purpose of harming people through some kind of media.

But our Chinese metaphysical culture has a long history, and is much more mysterious than Siam’s head bow.

"Boss, you're really not afraid of us being tricked."

Zhang Lingchuan held a cigarette in his mouth and watched the man busy as if watching a play.

When he heard what I said, he said: "If you're afraid of a hammer, raise your head and look at the door beam."

The door beams are not just made of ordinary broken wood. What's there to see?

Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I found a mirror placed on the door beam...

I opened my mouth and looked at Zhang Lingchuan incomprehensibly.

"I thought you old man could have a more advanced defense method, but you ended up hanging a fucking mirror on it?"

What's the difference between this and primary school students arguing with each other and saying "backlash"!

Zhang Lingchuan crossed his arms and said: "Hey, the counterattack of our metaphysic circles is so simple and unpretentious."

Ever since, the ghost brother standing at our door twitched his lips in dissatisfaction.

All the hard work he had just done was in vain.

If I had to do this for nothing, I would be furious.

"Zhang Lingchuan? They are right, you are really difficult to deal with."

After a few seconds, the ghost spoke quietly.

Only then did Zhang Lingchuan look over in surprise: "Who is your master? Just tell him to reveal his true form."

"After all, we are all members of my family. I really want to see who can use such a vicious trick as ghost knocking on the door."

"Although I, Zhang Lingchuan, have offended many people, I must die with a clear conscience, so that I can know who really wants me to die so much."

"The Jiang family? The Eight Gates of Jianghu? Or some other messy thing."

The ghost sighed gloomily: "I have no master, I am my own master."

Zhang Lingchuan was stunned when he said this.

"What do you mean?"

The media has made itself into a curse of defeat?

My mind didn't turn around for a moment.

But there is a familiar feeling coming out.

"Did you put a curse on yourself?"

He stared at us faintly and said: "I don't cast a curse, I am the curse myself."

What a convoluted sentence.

But Zhang Lingchuan understood it instantly.

He said solemnly: "You actually turned yourself into a cursed corpse!"

Is this actually a cursed corpse? !

These four words, "Shen Sheng Cursed Corpse", are terrifying existences that can suddenly wake me up from my midnight dream.

I can't forget the horrific experiences I had when I was young.

And how terrifying Yu Shunyi is.

My hands couldn't help but slowly tremble.

It is precisely because of this experience that I know how difficult it is to deal with the ghost in front of me.