"Tang Huazang! The time has come, it's time to hit the road... Tang Huazang! The time has come... it's time to hit the road..."

"Go away!" Tang Hua Zang sat up from the bed with a horrified expression at midnight, his vest soaked with cold sweat.

He turned on the bedside nightlight and stared blankly at the unturned TV. This dream had been haunting him for almost a month. As soon as he lay down to sleep, he would always be dreamed of by a man dressed in red at midnight.

The long-tongued female ghost in the wedding dress frightens her awake.

At this moment, Tang Huazang was completely sleepless. In desperation, he turned on the TV...

After finally staying up until dawn, he got up to wash up, get dressed and go out.

Due to lack of sleep in the past month, Tang Huazang felt dizzy and staggered when he walked, like a drunkard. But he had no choice but to bite the bullet if he wanted to survive in this city.

work.

Passing the familiar bridge and walking among the hurried crowd, everything seemed so harmonious and orderly. However, among the busy figures, there was a thin old man holding a cloth sail and writing four words "Tiekou Shenshu". He looked particularly leisurely.

His behavior seemed a bit out of place with everything around him.

Although he had nightmares one after another, Tang Hua Zang never believed in these charlatan sorcerers, nor did he ever entertain the idea of ​​divination. He was still like any other living being passing through the river, swaying on his way.

Perhaps his head was too heavy, and Tang Hua Zang accidentally stepped into the air and stepped into a pit. His center of gravity was momentarily unbalanced and he threw himself forward. What a coincidence! A man wearing scantily clad clothes and staring at his mobile phone was walking towards him.

Breast girl...

When Tang Huazang saw the menacing beauty in his panic, he couldn't help but let out a smile of happiness or helplessness...

"Rogue!" the big-breasted girl screamed, and at the same time, a crisp "pop" sound exploded on Tang Huazang's face, leaving a red slap mark on his face.

Suddenly, those pedestrians who were in a hurry seemed to have time, and they stopped one after another and watched the evolution of the matter meaningfully.

At this time, some of the righteous aunts bravely stood up and said: "Young man, I didn't expect that you look quite decent, how could you do such a vulgar thing in broad daylight?"

"Yeah, you dare to come out and attack your breasts in broad daylight, how lawless are you!"

"Yes, stop him and I'll call the police! This kind of person must be taught a profound lesson."

The big-breasted girl had put down her cell phone at this moment, leaning on an aunt's shoulder and sobbing aggrievedly, as if she had been tortured...

Tang Huazang tried his best to defend himself, saying that he had accidentally stepped on a hole and jumped forward without standing firm, but no one believed it. Instead, it was the righteous aunt who said: "Accidentally jumped forward?

Why were you so accurate? Why did you attack someone else's beautiful girl? Why didn't you attack me?"

It was originally a funny argument, but it unexpectedly won the audience's approval.

"Yes, if you pounce on her again, we will believe you if you can pounce on her..."

Tang Huazang couldn't help but shiver when he looked at his aunt's figure that had been tempered by time, the big curls on her head, and her makeup that looked like the scene of the car accident. At this moment, he was completely awake.

While he was in a hurry, he suddenly noticed a little old man through the crowd, covering his face and laughing so hard that he almost lost his breath.

"Yes, why did you forget this old guy! Can't he testify for me?"

Thinking of this, he quickly told everyone: "Please believe me, I have witnesses!"

As he spoke, he pointed his finger at the old man who was hiding his face and laughing wildly.

Everyone followed his guidance and saw the old fortune teller in a patchwork yellow robe. Although he was dressed in tatters, he was very energetic. At the same time, there was a trace of treachery on his smiling face.

Seeing everyone's eyes turned towards him, the old man suppressed his smile, straightened his clothes, put his palms up in front of his chest with great seriousness and shouted "Infinite Heavenly Lord!" Apart from that, he did not explain anything but seemed to be like a

Like a Taoist master, he crosses his legs and closes his eyes and starts chanting.

This series of magical operations directly confused Tang Hua Zang: "Are all human relationships so cold nowadays?"

Immediately afterwards, everyone looked back at Tang Huazang with anger at being played. Under this gaze, he felt a chill spreading from his toes to his forehead: "It looks like he is about to be beaten..."

At this time, an adult man who may have a hot temper, or perhaps wanted to show off to the big-breasted girl, rushed out. Immediately, Tang Huazang's wails were heard...

About half a minute passed like this. Maybe he was tired from the beating, or maybe it was a bit scary to see Tang Huazang's nose bleeding all over his face.

The crowd then dispersed, cursing and cursing, and the big-breasted girl was escorted away by the crowd. When leaving, she didn't forget to turn around and curse: "Bah, you bastard, don't let me see you, or else I will see you."

I’ll hit you once!”

Tang Huazang lay on the ground and looked helplessly at the old fortune teller who was pretending to chant sutras: "Hey! Uncle, this is so unethical. Does it feel good to see me being tortured?"

"Well, it's cool! Oh, no, I'm not happy, but I'm helping you, kid." The old fortune teller put down his crossed legs with a sincere look on his face.

"Help me?" Tang Huazang, who was still thinking about this matter, became a little angry after hearing his words.

"You are helping me by letting me be beaten?!" He struggled to get up, wiped away the blood from his nose and stared at the old man blankly.

Looking at the excited Tang Huazang, the old man didn't pay attention. Instead, he stretched out his hand and wiped his face. He turned around and took out a piece of yellow paper and started drawing symbols with the blood.

"Hey! Old man, I'm not disrespecting you. You should respect me anyway! Take my blood right away?" Tang Huazang was both annoyed and confused by the old man's behavior.

After waiting for about a minute, the old man put down the wolf brush in his hand and handed the talisman he had just drawn to Tang Huazang.

"Let you be beaten so that you can borrow everyone's yang energy. The purpose of using your blood to mix the cinnabar to draw the talisman is to let this purification talisman enhance the yang energy of your blood and avoid evil spirits. I believe I will have a good sleep tonight."

If you have any questions, you can come to see me at No. 11 Binjiang Road!" After saying that, the old man packed up the stall and left.

Tang Huazang looked at the back of the old man who left gracefully and was stunned, "This old man...how did he know that I couldn't sleep well? Isn't he a fortune teller? He just left... and stopped doing business?"

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Although he was full of doubts, Tang Hua Zang still kept the talisman paper in his pocket. He had no choice but to throw away the waste paper, otherwise it would pollute the environment. He planned to throw it away later where there was a trash can, and then he got up, sorted out his clothes, and continued

Rush to work at the company.

The tired figure and the reason of being beaten made Tang Huazang feel terrible all day long.

After finally returning home from a busy day, Tang Huazang felt sleepy. He fell on the bed and fell asleep without even having time to eat.

Time passed, and when Tang Huazang was woken up by the alarm clock in the early morning, a long-lost sense of comfort came to his heart, and he felt that his whole body was full of strength.

This feeling had not happened in a month, which surprised Tang Hua Zang. He subconsciously thought of taking out the talisman that he had planned to throw away, but he forgot to throw it away because of his lack of energy. However, as soon as he touched it, he found that the old man had given it to him yesterday.

The charm is still in my pocket...

"It might just be a coincidence." He didn't think deeply and put the talisman back into his pocket.

The second day...the third day...

After seven days, Tang Huazang didn't feel anything strange. He could eat and sleep. But on the night of the eighth day, he dreamed of the bride in red with a long tongue, lying next to him with her face exposed towards him.

A strange smile was still shouting: "Tang Huazang, the time is up..."

The first thing Tang Huazang did when he woke up from the nightmare again was to check the talisman given by the old man. When he took it out, he found that the originally good talisman had all turned into ashes, and he grabbed a hand of black...

Without thinking much, Tang Huazang immediately got up, put on a coat, and hurried out the door, heading straight to No. 11 Binjiang Road...

Because it was late at night, there were almost no pedestrians on the road and it was difficult to see taxis. After waiting for a while, Tang Huazang still didn't see the taxi appear. He decided to walk to the old man because this matter could not be delayed any longer.

I don't know whether the weather was cooling down or what was the reason, but Tang Huazang felt unusually cold while walking on the road, and it was the kind of cold that pierced his bones.

As he walked, resisting the cold midnight wind, and thinking about the female ghost in red, Tang Huazang couldn't help but feel a little anxious. His walking turned into a quick walk, and then into a sprint...

Suddenly, a white LED light flashed across, and there was a "bang" sound. A taxi failed to brake quickly, broke down from the driveway, and hit a telegraph pole on the sidewalk. The driver got out of the car and cursed the taxi company for giving him a crappy car. Why did he suddenly lose control?

!

Tang Huazang stood there in a daze, watching the driver in front of him complain. Cold sweat on his vest seeped out from the bottom of his coat, because the car hit the place where he had just run, and the moment he turned around, he clearly saw

The female ghost in the dream smiled strangely at him while sitting in the car...

At this time, Tang Huazang was completely crazy and turned on the galloping mode.

"Hey~! Brother..." The driver behind him was still saying something, but at this moment Tang Huazang was no longer in the mood to listen to what the driver said next, because he knew that there might not be much time left for him.

After a while, Tang Huazang felt extremely tired, and even his breathing seemed very difficult and cramped. He secretly blamed himself for not exercising well, but he actually lost his temper at such a critical moment.

But he gritted his teeth and continued to run forward. A chill came over his shoulders, his back felt cold, and then his neck felt like it was wrapped in ice.

This reminded him of scenes in some horror movies. Isn't this what it feels like when a female ghost crawls on top of you? He remembered what the old people often said when he was a kid: you can't look back, so he gritted his teeth and kept running forward.

"Hey hey hey~ The time is up, you can't run away!" A strange voice came from behind the ear.

"Can't look back, can't look back!" Tang Huazang warned himself secretly in his heart.

"Do you think I can't deal with you? Hehehe~" The strange voice came again.

Then his right shoulder felt a biting coldness, so cold that it made people numb. Tang Huazang's right shoulder was scratched by the female ghost. A strong pain came, but Tang Huazang did not look back and continued to walk forward firmly.

And pretend like nothing happened.

"I know, you can hear and see. Stop pretending and look back to see if your shoulder is still there?" the female ghost continued to threaten.

Tang Huazang remained unmoved. At this time, the female ghost became angry and said, "If you don't look at me, I will eat your left shoulder again until I eat you whole!"

Then, a sharp pain came from his left shoulder. This pain caused Tang Huazang's facial muscles to twitch and his expression to become distorted.

The constricted breathing, painful shoulders, heavy body, and frightened emotions all tortured Tang Hua Zang.

"Damn it! Since you don't want to live, I will kill you, or at worst, find a new cauldron furnace!" The female ghost began to roar.

Tang Huazang looked at No. 11 Binjiang Road in front of him. The pain on his head made him unable to hold on, and it gradually became more and more painful. Anyway, he was about to die. He immediately felt a sudden surge in his heart and inspired the remaining strength in his body to directly lift his head.

Crash into the gate of No. 11 Binjiang Road.
Chapter completed!