Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Miss Zhuang, last night, the devil is still pestering you?" Ye Shaoyang suddenly remembered this matter and asked.

"No, since Mr. Ye came, there is no such feeling that someone is peeping around, and sleeping is very stable." Zhuang Yumin said from the heart, "It is thanks to Mr. Ye."

Ye Shaoyang asked her to take the amulet and put it in her hand. She felt it with her anger and found that the ghost in the bloodstone was full of a bit, and the heart moved. Last night, the ghost boy came! And did not give up the erosion of the amulet, although my heart was surprised, but after all, things are progressing according to their own expectations, so there is nothing to worry about.

In order not to let Zhuang Yu Ning nervous, he did not say this thing, looked at the violent rain outside, and said to Zhuang Yu: "It’s the heaviest in the rain, and you should be careful tonight." Think about it, reach out Go and grab the hand of Zhuang Yu Ning.

"Mr. Ye, you..." and Zhuang Yu-Lin responded and his hand was caught by him. Ye Shaoyang did not say much, took a cinnabar from the belt, and painted a palm in her hand.

Zhuang Yuli reacted, quietly watching him look down and focus on the temperature of his hand being held by him, and his heart slipped through a strange feeling.

"This palm is thundering, don't wash it off. If something unexpected happens, I will not come and arrive, you will breathe a sigh of relief to the palm of your hand, then shoot on the ghost and temporarily push it back."

Zhuang Yu Ning spread his palms and looked at the palm of his palm. He said with amazement: "Why should you be angry, what is the principle?"

"This palm is excited by yang, so ordinary people can also use it. The yang is out of life. People only have three life lights, so you can only use it three times. Don't use it when it is not critical."

Zhuang Yu Lidao: "What should I do after three times?"

Ye Shaoyang smiled and said: "Before you use three breaths, I will definitely arrive."

After two hours of heavy rain, it stopped, but the weather was dark. This kind of weather was obviously not suitable for going out. The three had to stay at home. Zhuang Yujin played the piano. Although Ye Shaoyang didn’t understand music, he still had a melodious sound. I heard a bit of trouble and melancholy, I don’t know if it was the intention of the song, or the effect of her mood.

After dinner in the evening, Ye Shaoyang returned to his bedroom and continued to draw the characters. He continued to paint until late at night. Suddenly, he was black and black. He was shocked and hurried to the balcony. He looked up at other buildings and was dark. This is just a matter of letting go, guessing that there is something wrong with the wire after the storm. No one is sure to fix it in the middle of the night. I have to close the door and window and go to bed.

Less than half an hour after he slept, the heavy rain fell again.

A flash of lightning, awakened Zhuang Yu Ning from his dreams, sat up, touched the phone and glanced at it. At 12:30 in the morning, the wind and rain outside the window slammed on the glass window, giving a rhythmic and strange sound. Zhuang Yuli immediately felt a nervous moment and reached for the light to turn on. The result was not bright.

power cut?

Zhuang Yu Ning handed the TV remote control from the bed and pressed the power button. I wanted to check if it was really a power outage or a light or a switch burned. After a few seconds, the TV lit up and a snowflake appeared.

Zhuang Yu and the lemon licked, the signal is not good? But this is Internet TV, not closed-circuit television. Even if there is no signal, there will be no such thing as snowflake.

Just as she was distracted, the TV screen lit up a little, and the picture appeared. Zhuang Yu was relieved, and she lost her sleepiness. She didn’t care what the thunderstorm could not use the common sense of electrical appliances, leaning on the bed, etc. The screen is a little bit clearer:

The picture is black and white. Under the dim sky, a group of people are holding lanterns and walking on a ridge. The picture quality is very low, and the lens is pulled farther. The faces of these people cannot be seen. They can only be judged by the shape and length of the hair. There are men and women.

Several of them blew the same instrument, a sorrowful music, passed through the speakers of the TV set, and the people who heard it were horrified. Zhuang Yu-Ning quickly changed the stage. As a result, the screen was still black and white. It seems that the people just moved. With a coffin, he was burying the grave and burying it. Zhuang Yujin quickly changed the stage.

The picture turned, appeared in a broken house, a woman with long hair, sitting on a small bench, holding a big child in her arms, holding a large needle like an awl in her hand, sewing Make a child's face.

The light in the room was very dark and the picture quality was poor. I couldn’t see the child’s appearance. Zhuang Yulian suspected that it was a rag doll. The picture played for a long time, and the woman was sewing there. The picture made Zhuang Yu Ning feel an unpredictable hunch and quickly changed the stage. However, no matter what button was pressed, the picture did not respond, and even the shutdown could not be turned off.

How is this going?

Zhuang Yumian stared at the screen, only to find that there is no logo on the screen, nothing...

I hurried to the TV and tried to pull the plug down. As a result, I saw the socket at a glance. After a few seconds, my head blew open, and I turned around, staring at the empty socket panel, and hanging on the TV. Plug on the back of the machine.

TV... no power at all!

Zhuang Yulian slowly receded and fell on the bed. A pair of eyes stared blankly at the TV screen. On the screen, the lens was getting closer and closer, and slowly pointed at the "cloth doll", which was a boy's face. Close your eyes, the face is full of wounds, and some have been sewn up.

The thick black line, like an ugly cockroach, lingers on the fair skin.

The woman holds a long needle, passes the black thread through the white skin of the doll again and again, sews the wounds on both sides, and the lens gradually approaches. At this time, the woman slowly lifts her hair against the camera. Laughing at Zhuang Yuxiong, I laughed, actually...the same as my own, no, that is my face!

I haven't waited for Zhuang Yujin to recover from the shock. The "cloth doll" in the camera suddenly blinked, and a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at herself, cracking his mouth and screaming at himself.

Laughter came not only from the TV, but also behind him. Zhuang Yuli suddenly turned around and saw a snow-white boy standing in the rain curtain outside the window, his hands flapping the windowpane.

"what--"

Zhuang Yuli screamed and screamed back and fell to the bed. At this time, the snow-white child had reached out and opened the window. The body squeezed in and the arm touched the red line with the horror bell. The ringing of the bell was immediately made, the boy’s voice disappeared quickly, the TV was closed, and the room was dark.

As if nothing had happened.