I quickly opened the door. There seemed to be something at the door waiting for me to open the door. The moment I opened the door, my body trembled violently, as if a figure I couldn't see appeared in the air, fiercely. It hit me.
The impact was so hard that it knocked me to the ground.
"Damn."
I growled low and quickly looked towards the door. However, the door was completely dark and no one could be seen at all. I quickly got up from the ground and looked around, but the room was completely quiet. Nothing exists.
If it weren't for the bursts of pain that came from my body at this moment, I would have even thought that I had hallucinated before.
"This...what the hell is going on?" I felt extremely confused in my heart. What made me feel even more helpless was that I was so isolated and helpless at this moment. Everything I faced had no impact on me. It is said that everything is so unknown. Although I have ancient books, it is impossible to describe everything clearly in the books.
This is the importance of a master. The importance of a master does not lie in how powerful he is, but in whether his knowledge is very broad. The importance of knowledge is often even more important than your own strength. Otherwise, you will have nothing. If you have all the skills but don’t know how to catch ghosts, you may still be tricked to death by ghosts.
Although I already knew the situation, I still walked outside, turned on my phone and looked at the wooden door carefully. Just as Wanlin said in the previous text message, the yellow paper I had posted on the wooden door had disappeared.
I was curious before, but when Taozi went out, she didn't wonder why there were some yellow talismans on the door. It turned out that these yellow talismans had been torn off by someone.
"Huh? What is this?"
The original street light in front of Taozi's house was broken. Now I turned on the flashlight to check carefully. At this moment, I was surprised to find that somewhere where I had posted the charm before, it was actually a little wet, as if someone had sprinkled some on it. It felt like water, so I stretched out my hand and pressed it curiously, then put my finger to my nose and smelled it.
There was a faint smell left on my fingers. How can I describe this smell? It's not smelly anyway, just like the earthy smell that comes from the ground after rain.
"Is it possible that it was left behind by the person who tore off my charm earlier?" When I smelled this smell, I couldn't help but feel doubtful.
I kept an eye on it, and in my opinion, this person might be the guy secretly controlling all this.
Thinking of this, I immediately returned to the room and locked the door. What I was worried about was that the mysterious man would come out and cause damage later while I was catching ghosts.
The room in front of me has completely returned to normal, and there is no black air at all. To be honest, if my eyes weren't still a little swollen from the ghost eye, I would be doubting myself now. Has the ghost eye disappeared?
I stood there blankly. To be honest, I had no experience at all. Standing there blankly at this moment, I felt a little at a loss. My mind kept thinking about what to do in the first step.
After much deliberation, no matter what, I should force that ghost out.
But where will it hide?
In fact, this house is not big at all. You can almost see it at a glance. My first target was the bedroom. After all, from Wanlin’s introduction to me, it can be seen that the bedroom should belong to Li Dali.
Places often touched by ghosts.
Thinking of this, I walked towards the bedroom.
The bedroom door was closed tightly, but as soon as I was about to open the door, I was suddenly stunned.
Because at this time, I suddenly felt that there was an extremely uncomfortable feeling coming from behind me.
This feeling makes me feel very disgusted. Although I don’t know what it is that makes me feel this way, but as soon as this feeling appears, I don’t want to come into contact with it at all. If possible, I even want to destroy it directly.
got that thing.
Something weird.
I quickly turned around, and behind me was the kitchen. I don't know why, but at this time, I actually saw the black mist that had disappeared from the kitchen.
But this time the amount of mist was very small, and it overflowed from the kitchen little by little.
But I know very well that it must be this ghost thing that gave me the disgust I felt before.
Thinking of this, I quickly took out the Evil Suppression Talisman from my pocket and walked cautiously toward the kitchen.
As I continued to move, I felt as if my heart was being pinched slowly, and waves of depression swept over me, making me unable to breathe.
I took a deep breath, feeling as if I was about to fight a fierce beast, and then I rushed in with a lunge.
The kitchen was a bit messy. After all, the pots and other pots that had been used for cooking were piled together and had not been washed. Of course, this is not the point. The point is that I noticed that black mist was floating out of a cupboard in front of me.
of.
I grabbed the talisman paper with one hand, and slowly moved the other hand towards the handle of the cabinet, and then opened the sliding door with force. I didn't care, and threw the talisman paper in almost subconsciously.
But when I was about to recite the mantra, I was stunned.
The yellow talisman I threw in floated directly to a porcelain bowl as if it had legs.
This porcelain bowl is very weird, as if it is filled with black liquid. All the previous mist came from this bowl.
The moment the yellow paper fell, the bowl trembled slightly as if it had been stimulated, and then calmed down again.
I quickly made seals with my hands, chanted the mantra in my mouth, and shouted an urgent command like a law. The yellow talisman seemed to have received the order. A burst of yellow light actually flowed from it, as if there was a powerful force in the dark.
It seemed to appear out of thin air and pressed down on the porcelain bowl.
Under the influence of the spell, the black mist inside the porcelain bowl began to shrink rapidly, and eventually dissipated without a trace.
Until then, I reached out and took out the porcelain bowl. When I touched the porcelain bowl, I found that the bowl was ice cold. It stands to reason that you would still feel cold when touching such a cold thing in the summer.
It's very comfortable, but at this moment, my heart is full of disgust.
It seemed that this was no longer a porcelain bowl, but a disgusting demon.
Even speaking, the moment I got this porcelain bowl, I had an inexplicable impulse in my heart and wanted to smash the porcelain bowl.