The answer I came to is no.
Those two people know our situation.
In other words, this incident is probably a trap waiting for us to jump into.
"Hey, let me test it out first, like a mantis catching a cicada and an oriole behind it."
The old ghost tugged at the few remaining hairs and smiled sinisterly.
"I think it's okay."
Dachun nodded.
"Then let's do it" I clapped my hands and it was settled.
Let the old ghost test you, you can't just go like this.
If you don't prepare, you will die.
I took out a stack of yellow form paper from the back of the car, threaded it with red paper, bit off my middle finger, and drew on the yellow paper, which roughly resembled my face.
After the painting was completed, it was put on the old ghost's head.
After the old ghost got into the yellow paper, he turned around in a similar way.
He looked similar to me, but the yin energy was too strong.
“This is easy to handle” Dachun smiled, took off his coat, thought about it and put a handful of incense ash in his pocket, and also found a pair of shoes for the old ghost, so he decorated it.
The old ghost uses Yin Qi to transform again.
This time he is really almost the same as me.
"How about it" The old ghost turned around twice on the ground and shook his legs.
It really looked like that.
"picture" Dachun clicked his tongue, very satisfied with the old ghost's appearance.
"Don't move yet.
Those two old guys will definitely not be easy to deal with.
When the time comes, they will be so angry that they won't be able to use any tricks."
I stopped the old ghost who wanted to touch him, and drew a soul-fixing charm for the old ghost.
I put it in my coat pocket.
It would be good if I could stop him at the critical moment.
This can save his life.
The old ghost glanced at me and didn't expect that I could give him the talisman.
Although he didn't say much, he obviously remembered it in his heart.
"Set off" After preparing everything, the old ghost waved his hand vigorously.
The old ghost is in front, and we keep a distance of about twenty meters from the old ghost.
At the front is the guiding horse, a rat made of smoke.
Still in the ruins, the old lady in Mao suits and the flat-mouthed woman stood in a relatively open area, facing each other.
This situation seems to be that the two deliberately found an open place to fight so that we can find it easily.
The three of us lay on a half-collapsed wall, using a piece of yellow paper as a cover and sprinkling incense ash to try to avoid attracting our attention.
The old ghost was diagonally opposite to us.
He was also lying on a wall, but his eyes were not covered in any way, just staring straight at us.
"Old ghost woman, you've come to ruin my good deeds again.
It's been so difficult for me.
Today is the day to put an end to it."
The man in the Chinese tunic suit sneered, spinning two walnut-like objects in his hand.
The friction made a sound similar to a baby crying, and two babies' faces faintly emerged.
"What is that" I touched Dachun and opened my mouth to match her mouth shape.
"Gabra" Dachun also corrected his mouth shape, and his pupils shrank.
"Gabra" I muttered something in my heart, but my heart trembled.
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Gabra is the transliteration of Sanskrit skeleton, which means skull.
It originally refers to Tibetan Buddhist instruments, most of which are made from the skulls of eminent monks who have passed away.
But now, all kinds of Gabra are flowing out.
Anything that increases wealth or luck is either a lie.
Or it was made by using evil methods to forcibly imprison a person's ghost in the skull.
In the past few years, there were reports that tombs had been stolen from various places, but only the skull of the body disappeared, which was related to this.
Judging from the size, the two Gabras in the tunic suit's hands belong to babies, and there are two infant spirits trapped inside.
From yesterday to now, he has displayed six talisman ghost dolls.
Adding the two infant spirits in Gabra, there are already eight infant spirits.
In other words, he may have killed eight. baby.
I'm really curious, where did he get these baby spirits?
"Okay, then let's make a break" The pouty old lady's voice was still so strange.
She suppressed the cries of the two infant spirits as soon as she opened her mouth.
Her voice reminded me of Huang Jiaxian in Sister Shiliu.
"No, no, no, no, we can discuss anything, right?"
The fat man who was kidnapped by Wang Qiang was almost recovered now, and he kept waving his hands to persuade him.
"Yes, let's discuss it carefully?"
The woman was fine.
She hugged the Mao suit's arm and shook it vigorously, pressing half of her chest up.
I curled my lips.
It seemed that the kidnapping of the Chinese tunic suit and the pouty-mouthed old lady had a very clear intention, that is, cooperation, otherwise it would not be like this.
In this way, Zhao Kai is in trouble, and the revenge Wang Qiang said cannot be realized.
I really want to know what happened between them.
Zhao Kai was still the same as yesterday, with a pale face and dull eyes.
He stood stiffly on one side, dragging a shadow under the moonlight.
He now looked very much like a puppet.
"Is it good?"
Before the man in the tunic could answer, the woman had already hung half of her body on him, and her voice was so sweet that it made people numb.
The fat man curled his lips and took two steps back, as if he wanted to go back to the old lady with a flat mouth to persuade her, but after taking a look at the woman.
Then he shut his mouth honestly.
Seeing his unlucky look, I almost laughed.
I guessed that the fat man was trying to pull off a handsome man trick, but he gave up after comparing his figure with the appearance of the old lady.
The attitude of Mao Zedong softened somewhat, and the two gabras that had been rubbing gradually let go.
The baby cries less loudly.
I frowned.
That’s it.
It’s different from what we expected.
Could it be that we are too worried?
"Wow" Just when I thought the two were going to have a peace talk, a loud cry of a baby suddenly sounded, and a pair of pale little hands stretched out from the ground and grabbed the little feet of the old lady with a flat mouth.
Three talisman ghost dolls rushed down from a two-story building on the side and rushed directly towards the old lady.
I looked at all this with my mouth open.
This change was too fast.
There was no warning at all, and the Chinese tunic suddenly took action.
The funniest thing was the fat man.
He made a crunching sound, his body went limp, and he collapsed on the ground, standing motionless.
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This acting and reaction are really fast.
I noticed that the target of the three Fugui dolls rushing down from the second floor was not the old lady with a flat mouth, but a raised mound five meters to the side of the old lady.
Three Fugui dolls surrounded the mound without saying a word.
Directly spontaneous combustion, orange-red flames burned, surrounding a mound of soil less than two meters in diameter.
The three infant spirits struggled painfully, and they also struggled.
There is also a bloody face emerging from the mound, where Wang Qiang is hiding.
This set was really accurate and ruthless.
The Chinese tunic suit undoubtedly had the upper hand.
The woman hanging on his body was not surprised by this situation at all.
Instead, she jumped out like a rabbit, with a dagger in her hand.
She wanted to kill the fat man.
"My day" Dachun opened his mouth wide.
If he wasn't afraid of being exposed, he would have screamed out.
The old lady in the Chinese tunic suit and the pouty-mouthed old lady are old enemies, we know this, but that woman and the fat man are brothers and sisters.
They had a life-and-death farewell last night.
It has only been a day, how come they have changed so much.
Look at the speed of the woman and the expression on her face.
This is absolutely merciless and requires killing with one blow.
"snort" The pouty old lady didn't panic, snorted coldly, and didn't care at all about the pale little hands grabbing her ankles.
Instead, she took out the red belt tied around her waist and pulled it down.
A puff of green smoke came out of the pale little hands, and a cry of a baby came out, and then the little hands let go.
The old lady didn't even lower her head, she just raised her little feet and stamped on the ground twice.
Then he looked at the Chinese tunic suit opposite and said in a hoarse voice: "After so many years, you still haven't changed."
"You haven't changed, so how can I change?"
The man in the tunic sneered as he walked towards the old lady with the pouty mouth.
The distance between the two people quickly approached and was already less than ten meters.
"Come, let me see what color your skull is.
It's a pity that I haven't been able to uncover it after so many years."
The man in the Chinese tunic suit sighed, and had already arrived in front of the pouty old lady.
There was a shining silver scalpel in his right hand, and he stabbed the pouty old lady on the forehead.
This is the rhythm of life and death.
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