It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

Liang Yueyang pursed her lips tightly. She guessed right, his family was also involved in ghosts and gods.

Seeing the expressionless face and indifferent eyes of the person in front of him, Qiao Jin instantly felt that he was angry: "Why are you angry?"

"Be careful." Liang Yueyang reminded softly, but he just held back his steps and didn't move forward.

The shadow's thin body shattered on the ground, as if liquid wrapped around Jokin's ankle, and where it passed, there was a black stain.

As soon as the shadow was attached to his upper body, a coolness spread from the wrapped skin. Qiao Jin's head was heavy, and double images began to appear in front of his eyes. .

It seems that some old people are talking about their daughter-in-law's trivial matters, some uncles are talking about Tai Chi, some children are acting like a baby, women are complaining, and men are getting angry.

Qiao Jin lowered his body and half-kneeled on the ground, his pupils turned dull gray.

It seems that this shadow is going to die thoroughly.Liang Yueyang clenched her fists, chose to sit on the sofa, and stared at him intently.

The man was arguing, his eyes suddenly turned, and he looked at Qiaojin angrily, and the finger he stretched out was extremely huge: "Who are you! Why are you here?"

The uncle's eyes were kind, his cheeks were almost pressed against each other, and his cloudy eyes became particularly frightening because of the closeness: "Young man, how do you think I am practicing?"

"Go away!" Joe shouted loudly with veins on his forehead, and some black smoke immediately emitted from his body, floating in the air without a trace.

Although the power of the shadow to try its best to disturb the spirit is not strong, it is not something ordinary people can do to drive Qiaojin away with his tenacious soul in such a short period of time.

"Huh..." Qiao Jin's eyes regained clarity, he touched his waist subconsciously, his face was confused, "Why doesn't it hurt anymore?"

"I don't think there's anything else here." Seeing him out of trouble, Liang Yueyang stood up and walked towards the door in a gesture of rejection, "Go to bed early."

"Hey, why are you still angry?" Qiao Jin quickly got up, and hurriedly swept the ground, the shadow disappeared completely, "Didn't I do nothing?"

"I underestimated you before." Liang Yueyang said flatly, "You can protect yourself."

Qiao Jin quickly waved his hands and smiled flatteringly: "Don't be so full of words, I didn't even know this mirror was useful, I need yours."

"Now I know." Liang Yueyang opened the door and went in, and closed the door with a sound of "Peng".

Qiao Jin was stunned: "Strange, why are you angry because of this?"

The room was dark, Liang Yueyang took out a can of beer, opened it and took a big gulp.He came here as an ordinary person, but it turned out that he had seen many people who knew everything. Emotion told him that Jokin would not come with a purpose, but reason told him over and over again, calm down, calm down.

Standing at the door, Qiao Jin sent a few messages to Liang Yueyang, waited for a while and made a phone call but was ignored. The idea of ​​climbing over the wall came up in his mind, but he was suppressed as soon as he mentioned it.

Thinking about filming tomorrow, Liang Yueyang ignored him again, and it was meaningless to live here, so Qiao Jin decided to go back to the film crew.

"I'm going back, good night." Qiao Jin sent the last message, walking with a puzzled mind.

The birch trees on the old road were so big that they blocked the street lights a lot.The lights in the parking lot were not on, and Qiao Jin sat there in a daze as the cars in front of him passed by one after another.

"Hey, here comes the car." Someone reminded me.

Qiaojin heard the reminder, said thank you without thinking, and got on the car.After the car door was closed, Qiao Jin suddenly realized that he was going to be a taxi, so why did he get on the bus?

"Master, what bus is this?" Qiao Jin slapped his forehead in frustration, and when he looked up, his blood almost froze.

The driver in front of the car, with his clothes torn and bare skin, can clearly see the knife marks, the scars are bone-streaked, bloody and bloody, at least a dozen knives at a glance, it is a fresh wound, slowly bleeding out, bloody smell Tangy.

The driver did not speak, and was still driving steadily. Qiaojin held back his panic and looked at the road. He saw that the road in front of him was lush and dark.

Turning his neck stiffly, Qiaojin stood still and couldn't move his legs. His teeth were shaking and he looked at the passengers in the car.

There were six or seven "people" scattered in the car, all of them were burnt or covered in blood, they were all missing arms and legs, and their faces were terrifying, especially the one sitting on the old, weak, sick and disabled chair, who was almost gone. Human-like, with slitted eyes, flat and long neck, crushed body, internal organs hanging out of the body and fitting together strangely.

Qiao Jin covered his mouth, and after looking at it, it seemed that all kinds of irritating smells had accumulated, which made people sick.

Everyone in the car didn't respond. Qiaojin didn't dare to move. It is said that angry ghosts can smell them. He put his hands in his pockets and tightly clutched the small mirror.

Liang Yueyang said that the ones he encountered before were all little ghosts who had died normally and dared not walk in the sun. They had no resentment or evil spirit, so their attack power was extremely weak. It's very strong.

And this car is like that.

I don't know if anyone will get in the car, if that is the case, I will get out of the car quickly.

Qiao Jin was suppressing the panic in his heart and maintaining a state of vigilance, when he braked suddenly, he waited for the door to open almost in surprise, and turned sideways to prepare.

The car stopped at the same spot without any movement. Qiao Jin clenched his fists, cursed secretly and turned his head. The driver's blood-red pupils stared straight at him, as if blood would be left in the next second.

"Last time it was an ambush from all sides, maybe it was an empty car." Qiaojin bit the bullet and said to relax himself, "This time it's still a car, but it has something."

"Open the door—" Qiao Jin pretended to be relaxed and smiled, "You pulled the wrong person."

The driver seemed to be answering, and slowly opened his mouth, but with his lips parted, he vomited a pile of blood.

The strong stench and fishy smell were mixed together, and they were so close. Qiaojin couldn't hold back for a moment, coughed and spit out two mouthfuls, and kicked his feet back violently.

Just two feet, Qiao Jin felt relieved, this door is not strong.

He moved violently, and the involved car made a rattling sound, which alarmed the passengers above. The stagnant carriage suddenly started to move.

The driver seemed to relax and sat back in his seat to continue driving. An old man sitting in the front row, with cloudy eyes, walked straight towards Qiao Jin. A wide cut was made, exposing the gums inside.

Behind her, also coming over was the assembled corpse with no internal organs inside.

"Grandma, you're getting old, so don't get involved in this vicious fight." Qiao Jin had a bitter face, the door didn't feel solid, but he couldn't even kick it open. One foot down, but one foot short.

The old man had already walked to the front seat, and Qiao Jin quickly took off his coat and put his palms inside, so he was not afraid of fighting, but why did he end up with this pile of smelly and ugly monsters?

The old man seemed to be staggering, but when he stopped, he opened his mouth in an instant. His whole body seemed to be cut into two pieces from the lips. The forearm is so long, it swung towards Qiao Jin's neck.

Qiao Jin hurriedly squatted down to dodge, took out the mirror and faced the driver: "Open the door!"

The mirror shot two thin and irregular lines, the driver's head collided with the glass hard, the car squeaked and slowed down, Qiao Jin looked again, the driver turned his head unharmed, his blood red eyes were bigger than Once again, with fresh light.

"This is too weak!" Qiao Jin hissed and roared, just like this, Liang Yueyang said that he can protect himself, he is lying!Look at this, ghosts don't take it seriously.

The old man's nails struck again, she lowered the angle, and Qiao Jin quickly raised the mirror in his hand.

The nails slid across the mirror, making an ear-piercing sound, which made Jokin's skin crawl. Taking advantage of the shield, he raised his fist and punched the old man's face.

The old man's skin was very bad, this punch completely sunken her cheek, almost penetrating the back of her head.

And the mirror that turned around was facing the dead body behind.Spelling Corpse let out a wail, took two steps back, and twisted away.

Gaining a temporary respite, Qiao Jin hurriedly looked in the mirror, and several clear spots appeared in the mirror, and he suddenly realized: "It turns out that this can only be used after scratching it off!"

That layer of blurred things kept the mirror well. He has been wearing it as a necklace. No one came to snatch this thing before. It just happened today. Because the character didn’t need it during the filming, and he was worried about putting it in the hotel, so he brought it back specially. Put it away, there are nails left by the decoration in the drawer, and the protective layer was accidentally scratched.

After the howl, all the passengers moved.

Qiaojin shook the blood on his sleeve, feeling confident that he could fight one of them. He looked at the car windows and analyzed which one would allow him to send the whole person out smoothly.

The passengers at the back moved forward, and Qiao Jin watched cautiously. Suddenly, one of them threw down the front one, opened its mouth and began to gnaw wildly, and the intestines and viscera flew flying, and Qiao Jin felt a shudder in his body.

He pushed back the passengers in front again and again, trying to jump out through the big window next to the old, weak and sick chairs.

When he was trying his best to search for a solution, a beam of light shone on his face, causing Qiaojin to tilt his head, and one of the evil spirits grabbed his calf.

The skin they touched would leave a deep chill, Qiaojin ignored it, and turned his head to look out the window.

Outside, Liang Yueyang shined on his anxious face with his mobile phone, holding the motorcycle with difficulty, repeating a word with his mouth: "Jump!"

Jokin dragged something on his leg and slammed it hard against the glass.

With a "twisting" sound, the glass did not move at all, and Qiao Jin slid down slowly following gravity.