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Huang Jia was in her hands.
To be precise, Huang Jia's face was in her hands.
The female ghost asked me to go to room 707, but I had no choice but to obey.
On the way, Huang Jia, who was not willing to have her body taken over, would inevitably come out and struggle.
I did nothing, and the woman did not scratch Huang Jia's face again, as if we had reached some kind of silent agreement.
As I walked, I felt a little uneasy.
This female ghost is a master.
I have been working in sales for several years and have never encountered someone who can negotiate like this.
She first took over Huang Jia's body and then threatened to harm Huang Jia, which put me in a passive position from the beginning.
Now quietly taking the lead again, this How to crack Room 707 was listed as the crime scene, and a seal was posted on the door.
The female ghost turned a blind eye and stepped straight into the door.
She floated in easily as a ghost.
I am an entity and cannot be so careless.
I can only hold the mini mahogany sword and enlarge it slightly, so that it can lift me up and float into the room.
Once inside, I dropped to the ground and packed up the peach wood sword.
The female ghost looked at the opposite and smiled: "Well, the ice blue silk, the spiritual energy of the mid-to-high-level Onmyoji, and the Taoist spells.
The two weapons on your body look simple but quite troublesome."
I didn't say anything, just raised my eyebrows slightly and put away the pendant.
The small wooden sword on the wrist and the small dust whisk were lightly knocked a few times, silently.
I only took out the mini mahogany sword to demonstrate and let her know that I am not that easy to mess with.
Lest she harden her heart and be cruel to Huang Jia.
I just didn't expect that she could see through it at a glance that I still had a dust brush as a weapon.
I know the ice blue silk she mentioned, and I have also used Taoist spells.
It is a spell that is used to stabilize performance when studying various weapons.
It is efficient but laborious.
Song Li has always been generous and caring to me, and it is normal for him to do this for me.
But what’s going on with the spiritual energy of intermediate and advanced Onmyoji?
That cold woman Zhou Shiwei was willing to inject her spiritual energy into two of my weapons.
This is really strange.
I secretly decided that when Song Li comes back, the first thing he will do is to ask him about my amnesia.
The second thing, I will dig up news about Zhou Da Onmyoji.
"It's not important."
I said calmly, looking around.
Many surrounding furniture were marked by the police, especially the suspended ceilings and the vertical floor.
It looks very eye-catching.
"Let's continue the topic just now.
What the hell do you want me to kill?"
I came to the window calmly.
Compared with killing people, killing ghosts weighed less on me.
After all, as a ghost collector, collecting ghosts and killing ghosts are just different names.
In the past year, I followed Song Li and purified a lot of ghosts in my hands, and a few stubborn evil ghosts were wiped out in my hands.
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Completely disappear from the world.
The female ghost picked out a strand of hair.
Take it in your hands and rub it.
Smiling Yingying: "Well, don't worry.
The one I asked you to kill is not an ordinary ghost.
Do you want to sit down and listen to me tell a story?"
The night is long.
You are at a crime scene with a hanged female ghost.
The female ghost still wants to tell you a story with an earnest smile on her face.
How can you rest assured about such a weird thing?
I said calmly: "No need.
I'm fine standing here."
The summer breeze blows, cooling the body and mind, which helps to keep the mind clear.
Moreover, if something happens, I occupy the position of the window to be close to attack.
If I can't fight, I can escape.
How nice, I don’t want to sit next to her.
The female ghost did not force herself: "Well, it's up to you.
I'm going to start talking.
This ghost has known me for a hundred years."
The following is the female ghost’s self-report: I lived for twenty-three years and died for one hundred and twenty-three years.
The underworld said that I committed suicide and my death was associated with original sin, and they would not allow me to be reincarnated directly, but I would have to be punished in an unknown level of hell.
I escaped.
After running away for many years, a ghost wandered in the Three Realms with nowhere to stay and nothing to worry about.
The days are too long and boring.
I thought about going to the underworld to accept punishment and taste the pain of burning fire.
It would be more interesting than being bored now.
On the day I had been on the run for twenty-three years, I met a ghost who was also wandering and bored.
He was funny and competitive.
We hit it off immediately during the conversation and decided that we were both bored so we might as well get together.
Just like this, another thirty years passed, and we wandered around together, almost visiting all the places in the three realms where ghosts can go.
The days are getting longer, and it is no longer interesting for two ghosts to get along face to face.
But we were very competitive, and neither of us was willing to admit that there was no more pleasure and freshness between the two of us.
This dragged on for five years until one day he joked and acted out all kinds of horrible things to me.
I had an idea and said, how about we play a game?
As soon as he heard what I said, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he immediately agreed.
So, the two of us started playing this game, a game that only belonged to the two of us.
Thirty years passed, and another thirty years passed, and the boring feeling came again.
This time it took ten years, and in four hours it will be a full hundred years.
After the female ghost finished speaking, she seemed to sigh, and the fingers holding her hair stopped moving.
Her eyes drifted away, as if she was recalling the past.
After listening to it, I thought for a moment, fearing that I might have missed something, and then I asked: "I'm sorry, what's the point of your story?"
It sounded like a bloody plot about a man and woman falling in love without passion, and then going around to develop new fun. ah.
Replacing the two ghosts with two humans is also very smooth.
There was a smile on the female ghost's face again, and her fingers began to flex her hair flexibly: "Well, you don't want to ask me what kind of game he played with me?"
To be honest, I don't want to.
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I've been there too, and I know how low a woman's emotional intelligence is in love, and how stupid she will do to please the other person.
But I still nodded slightly and said, "You say it."
The female ghost curled her lips and her eyes lit up a little: "Well, you know the punishment for guilty ghosts in hell, right?
We didn't want to go back and accept the punishment of outsiders, but we also felt bored, so we decided to punish ourselves.
The first 12 hours of each day are designed and completed by him as a self-punishment, and the next 12 hours are mine. " I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but when she said the three words “It’s mine”, her expression had the fanatical look of a young girl in love.
What’s mine is mine, and you are mine and you will always be mine.
This is love and possessiveness.
I frowned slightly, still puzzled: "Tell me how to use your self-punishment."
The female ghost glanced at me leisurely and raised the corner of her mouth: "Well, I thought you knew.
After all, you are the first to see me like this tonight."
First one tonight She looks like that The image of her hanging from the ceiling immediately appeared in his mind, with her white skirt floating, her black hair hanging down, and her blood-red eyes piercing people.
My heart trembled, and I blurted out: "You each commit suicide once a day."
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