My great-granddaughter cried at the wrong grave, and I climbed out to correct it!

Chapter 55 White Cloth Shirt
The moment Mrs. Mikawa turned her head, half of the flesh on her face drooped, as if it had been bitten by something, and her eyes almost dropped to the level of her nose.

The ink originally painted on it has dried and cracked, and the cracks are so dense that it looks like a face may fall off at any time.

He stared at Xie Heng with his straight eyes, which were exactly the same as the eyes of the statue in the river in the afternoon, and there was no emotion at all.

The limbs are extremely twisted, the movements are as stiff as a puppet, the whole body is full of filth, and the clothes are torn. How does this embarrassed appearance look like what a god should look like?

"You want to get your idol back?"

Xie Heng asked.

From a distance, Xie Heng could still sense the ghostly aura emanating from Mrs. Mikawa, but it was very weak.

Coupled with its embarrassed appearance, it looked like it had been seriously injured, and its ghost body was severely damaged.

Mrs. Sanhe was surprised when she heard Xie Heng speak.

It seems that he didn't expect that this man, who was also a ghost, could actually speak! ?

Although Mrs. Sanhe's mouth was smeared with cinnabar, she did not speak and could not respond to Xie Heng.

He could only try his best to stretch his hand out for several meters, but every time his body touched the water, it would immediately retract.

"Why do you call her Mrs. Mikawa if you're afraid of Shuiqian?"

Xie Heng complained.

However, as soon as Xie Heng finished saying this, he realized that something was wrong. It was not necessarily the name Mrs. Sanhe that she had chosen by herself. It might have been that the villagers just called her that.

Just because Mrs. Mikawa is so desperate to get the statue back, the statue must have some meaning or function for her.

As a result, the villagers threw it into the river it was most afraid of, which is really sad.

"Okay, okay, get out of the way and I'll help you."

Xie Heng said and stepped forward.

But Mrs. Mikawa suddenly became vigilant and retreated several steps in succession.

It's just that his legs and feet didn't seem to be very agile, and as soon as he took two steps back, his left foot fell off.

Xie Heng approached the river bank and finally saw Mrs. Sanhe's appearance clearly.

The body was twisted, half of the face was rotten, and the foot was broken... The injuries on his body were quite tragic.

Xie Heng has encountered a lot of evil ghosts, and he has some experience. If he can judge purely by ghost energy.

The Mrs. Mikawa in front of her should be a fear-level evil spirit that is not too powerful.

"When the villagers asked you to kill ghosts, did you actually go there?"

Xie Heng asked.

What Lu Tingting said was that the people in the village invited Mrs. Sanhe, but Mrs. Sanhe did not show up.

But if Mrs. Mikawa didn't fight, where did this injury come from?If it were any more severe, it would probably turn into a ghost corpse and dissipate.

Mrs. Sanhe was stunned and stared at Xie Heng, but she still couldn't tell his emotions.

At this time, Xie Heng only needs to nod or shake his head to know.

But Mrs. Sanhe trembled, and looked at Xie Heng for a few seconds. Then she found the fallen foot, picked up the fallen foot, and quickly crawled away to avoid answering.

"gone?"

Xie Heng looked at Mrs. Sanhe's strangely crawling figure, and always felt a bit lonely.

Xie Heng turned around and looked at the bottom of the river. A bright red ghost tongue was pulled out from the ulna and plunged into the river in an instant.

For a moment, the ghost tongue wrapped around a statue full of dirt and dirt fell into Xie Heng's bone hands.

Xie Heng clutched the statue and walked towards the dilapidated temple on the mountainside.

……

In front of the temple, there was moss all over the place, and the paper burning furnace was empty and turned into an ant nest.

The paint on the left and right door gods painted on the two gates has also fallen off and looks ugly. The inside of the temple is damp, dark and full of death.

Xie Heng chased her to the temple, and sure enough, Mrs. Sanhe was still hiding in the temple.Mrs. Mikawa climbed into the temple and got into the stone shrine.

He stiffly put his feet back on himself, took off the tattered crown, and covered his entire face with long black hair.

Then, he took off his red robe and golden scales one by one, revealing his original appearance. He lay down with difficulty, his ghost body still trembling.

"It turned out to be a white cloth shirt."

Xie Heng whispered.

He also heard from the old man in the village that white has been the main theme in funerals since ancient times, and the white cloth shirt is the ghost caused by normal birth, old age and death.

He is afraid of water and fire, so he can usually scare people, but if he encounters a ghost master or other more powerful evil spirits, he will only get beaten.

Therefore, there is no god in the world, but after the resurrection of terror, Mrs. Mikawa, who was worshiped by the name of the village, turned into a white cloth shirt and enjoyed the worship for so many years.

But this white cloth shirt can indeed be treated. When a ghost appeared in the village, it was destined to be possessed, otherwise it would not have been beaten like this, with its face chewed to bits.

But because its level was too low, it failed to win. As a ghost, it did not dare to show its face. The villagers mistakenly thought that the worship was in vain, and the statues were thrown into the river.

Xie Heng looked at the statues in his hands, as well as Mrs. Mikawa's divine clothes, which were already in tatters and she had to wear a white shirt all the time.

Come to think of it, it also has its own obsessions. In a sense, it is not the same as Lu Tingting.

Xie Heng held the statue in his hand and walked towards the temple, preparing to return the obsession in the white cloth shirt to its original place.

But just as he was about to get closer, he saw two black shadows running down from the temple and entering the dilapidated temple.

The temple door slammed shut, and the door god's paint completely shattered and fell off.

In the temple, a man and a woman stood on a dusty altar, each kicking out the only remaining incense burner on it.

Hearing the movement, Baibu Shanzi was frightened and poked his head out from behind the shrine.

I saw two people on the altar looking down and looking at it coldly.

"A white cloth shirt, is that okay? And it's still so disabled."

The man asked angrily.

"If it doesn't work, just destroy it. What we want is this temple, hasn't it been planned? To attract ghosts from here, the route happens to be the ancestral hall."

the woman replied.

The man nodded, yes, it would be a bit difficult to complete the task with a white cloth shirt that was still so weak at the fear level.

Bai Bushanzi couldn't understand what their conversation meant. He only heard the words "attracting ghosts".

I quickly put on my clothes, but I didn't expect that the man would directly release the evil spirit in his body!
The man tore open his clothes, and four huge dark ghost hands broke out from his back. One of the hands extended out and grabbed the hair of the white shirt.

He swung it hard and hit the futon on the ground.

Bang-! !

The white cloth shirt was already damaged, and now it was even more twisted.

The woman was not idle either. She took off her high heels, her soles were covered with spikes, and stepped on the white clothed body.

Suddenly the white shirt was stained red with ghost blood.

"A scary ghost was worshiped as a god. It was originally funny, but people turned around and didn't take it seriously, while the ghost took it seriously."

The woman shook her head and scoffed.

The men didn't talk nonsense, they still had a mission to do, and the four ghost hands behind them made fists and smashed them hard against the white cloth shirt.

cold! !

But at this moment, both of them seemed to have sensed something. Their steps trembled and they took two steps back. At the same time, they exclaimed in shock: "Ghost!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a statue of a dirty goddess appeared smoothly in the shrine.

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