"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The weather is not good, the storm is violent, the thunder is loud, and the people are panicked.

Under everyone's nervous gaze, the clock on the wall finally pointed to twelve o'clock.

moment.

Everyone in the theater started functioning like clockwork.

Mengcha took the three people he had severely threatened and knelt down in front of several iron furnaces and began to burn sacrifices. While burning, he kept apologizing, asking for forgiveness, and so on.

Chen Dachang and Dezi picked up the cymbals and wooden fish that were lying on the ground, and chanted the Prison Breaking Spirit Chapter while banging them.

In front of the memorial table in the mourning hall, Zhou Junwei took a deep breath to suppress the tension in his heart, stepped forward to the classical dance headdress and bowed respectfully: "Invite friends to come out and chat..."

Ten minutes later, twenty minutes later, no matter how sincere Zhou Junwei's request was, there was no reaction in the mirror.

After another ten minutes, Zhou Junwei looked at Huang Jiawen next to him.

Huang Jiawen still shook his head, indicating that he did not appear.

Among the four people kneeling there to burn the sacrifices, Ting, who was not very afraid of the threat of being banned, still had no reaction after seeing it for so long. She couldn't help complaining: "My knees are so painful, do they have the ability?"

Not to mention Xiaogang and Dandong next to him, even Mengcha himself couldn't help but wonder if he was being tricked.

At this time, Chen Dachang, who was thirsty from chanting sutras, couldn't help his temper. He took out the Seven-Star Bagua Sword tied to his back and grabbed it in his left hand. He came directly to the headdress and said angrily to Zhou Junwei.

: "I say something, and you translate it for me."

"We are treating you kindly, but you don't even have the most basic courtesy, so don't blame me for being rude."

After Zhou Junwei finished translating, there was still no reaction in the mirror in the mourning hall.

Chen Dachang moved his right hand, then slowly took out the Bagua Sword in his hand and pressed the sword head against the headdress.

It was like water touching red-hot coals, "Hey!" The headdress seemed to be dragged back one meter by an invisible big hand, and then a layer of black mist seemed to drift over the mirror, and slowly, a man wearing a Thai classical dance

Dressed in women's clothing, a middle-aged woman posing in a stiff hand gesture of ancient Thai dance presented her figure in the mirror.

This middle-aged woman looked like a very strange statue. In addition to the fact that she was not breathing and there was no reaction anywhere on her body, her eyes were cold and did not look like human eyes.

Before seeing a ghost, the various horrific images imagined in one's mind can make people very frightened.

Now when the other party actually appears, Chen Dachang and the others, who are knowledgeable about ghosts, are no longer afraid.

No matter how strong you are, Lin Liqiang is joking. If you are put in front of that earth-bound spirit, you might turn into a quail.

Of course, they are not afraid, which does not mean that everyone present is not afraid.

After Meng Cha glanced at it, cold sweat began to break out on his head. He didn't bother to wipe it off. He just lowered his head and burned the paper. At the same time, he muttered louder and louder: "No offense! No offense! Please forgive me."

!please forgive!"

The most timid Xiao Gang next to him just opened his mouth and knelt there in a daze. However, from the water stains on his crotch, it could be seen that his heart was definitely not as calm as he appeared.

Only Dandong was like a normal person. He lay on the ground with his head in his hands and kept calling his mother for help.

Ting looked at the middle-aged woman who appeared in the mirror and smiled kindly. She believed that she was right and she was definitely a good ghost.

Psychiatrist Zhou Junwei has no time to counsel their minds now because all his attention is on the woman in the mirror.

"Beauty, I'm sorry to disturb you. We want to talk to you with good intentions."

The female ghost in the mirror glanced at Zhou Junwei coldly, "Bump!" The door to the hall, which was originally closed, suddenly seemed to be violently pushed open and hit the walls on both sides heavily. The strong wind mixed with the heavy rain, violent

The people poured into the living room, and whether they were incense, candles, ingots or sacrifices burning in the furnace, they were all blown out.

Then with the sound of "click, click, click", a common trick used by ghosts, all the lights in the living room that were originally on started to shine.

The actual actions of the female ghost in the mirror show its attitude.

This is normal. If it is really so easy to talk about, then it is abnormal.

"Click! Click!"

Under the flickering white light of two lightning flashes outside the window, Zhou Junwei saw the female ghost in the mirror. Her two gray-black hands became huge and she was grabbing at him.

Chen Dachang, who also saw this scene next to him, quickly raised the Bagua Sword in his hand and wanted to go up and cut off these two ghost hands.

It's just that the speed of the ghost hand was beyond imagination. Just when Chen Dachang took the first step, the ghost hand had already caught Zhou Junwei's body.

At this time of extreme crisis.

A golden light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

"ah!"

Then everyone in the hall heard a shrill scream from a woman.

The lights come back on.

Although there were still heavy rains and strong winds blowing in through the open door, they only came two or three meters away at most, unlike the ones that just filled the entire hall.

Shocked and angry, Chen Dachang raised the Bagua Sword and smashed the glass with one strike, and then began to look for the headdress in front of the glass, but by this time the headdress had long since disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Junwei looked at the amulet that had turned to ashes on his chest and shook his head helplessly. He turned around and walked to Meng Cha, who was stunned and stunned: "Director Meng, this female ghost is very extreme. We can't talk about it."

At this time, Meng Cha looked at Zhou Junwei as if he were looking at a god, and asked excitedly: "Master, didn't a golden Bagua array appear just now and injure it? Could it come again?"

When Zhou Junwei thought of the amulet turning into a ball of ashes, he immediately thought of what Lin Li had said to draw these amulets. In addition to strong spiritual power, he also needed precious spiritual blood ink. Now that the spiritual blood ink has been used up, it may take a bottle of it to be matched.

It took a long time, and I felt heartbroken and upset.

"The golden Bagua just now is an amulet drawn by Master Lin using very precious materials. Its main function is to protect the body. The blow just now will not hurt the female ghost too seriously. It may appear again in a day.

"

"It's okay! Isn't there still the Great Master of Hong Kong? I believe that with him here, the ghosts will definitely be able to be caught."

After speaking, Meng Cha looked at Zhou Junwei expectantly, wanting to hear the answer he wanted.

Zhou Junwei nodded: "Although this female ghost is powerful, it is not even one-tenth of the strength of the earth-bound spirit in Puka Village."

After hearing this, Xiaogang and Dandong couldn't help laughing happily.

But Zhou Junwei's next words made them feel like they had entered hell.
Chapter completed!