From the eyes of normal people, Han Nayi's skin is white and red, and there is nothing strange about it. But in the eyes of experienced people, her surface is filled with filthy aura, and the entire skin is covered with a layer of yin energy, which fills her body. In other words, Han Nayi is also a jar now, but it is not filled with water, but an extremely evil and dark aura.

"Put a cup of water in a cup..." Wang Jingzhe said to Aida.

After taking the water, Wang Jingzhe took out a piece of talisman paper from his body and bit his fingertips and drew a string of talismans on it. Then he gently stroked the other person's neck with his fingernails. A stream of blood suddenly flowed out. Han Nayi frowned a little in pain. Wang Jingzhe asked Aida to hold the person down, then ignited the talisman paper and put it into the water in the cup and shook it gently.

The water mixed with paper ash was poured by Wang Jingzhe under Han Nayi's neck and instantly flowed to her whole body. A part of it also penetrated into her wound. Han Nayi immediately moaned in pain, just like there were thousands of ants crawling in her body, which felt quite uncomfortable.

"Hold on, this is just the beginning, there is still something you feel uncomfortable about downwards," Wang Jingzhe whispered.

After a while, a particularly pungent smell of fishy smell gradually spread on Han Nayi's body. The smell floated into the room and was everywhere. When people smelled it, they immediately rolled in their chests and abdomen. Ada retching a few times, then hurried to the bathroom and vomited. Wang Jingzhe opened a window next to the bedroom and breathed.

But the smell is too strong. No matter how you let the air, it is useless. How to say it? In the past, there were dry toilets in rural northern China. In summer, during the dog days, this dry toilet will emit a smell that makes you unable to stop and want to suffocate. Han Nayi’s body is even more unbearable than that. The fishy smell is almost suffocating.

All the bitter water that Ada vomited in the toilet came out, and she burst into tears. She was holding the wall and then she thought about opening the door.

Wang Jingzhe said: "If you open the door and the smell floats into the corridor, the hotel people may think that the people in your room are cooking shit. I advise you to bear it, if you are not afraid of being kicked out."

At this time, some impurities began to penetrate the pores on Han Nayi's skin, and the dark layer was like oil, covering her whole body piece by piece.

You can't say that the other party is now just like being caught in a shit pit. Not only does it taste like it, but it also looks like it.

Han Nayi closed her eyes awkwardly and turned her head over. Even in this situation, no matter how thick-skinned a person is, he will definitely not be able to hold on.

Wang Jingzhe didn't care, so he stretched out a finger and wiped it on her body, then leaned forward to his nose and smelled it. Although his head was stunned, he was still quickly analyzing what the monk had applied to her.

In fact, this thing is easy to analyze, because such a dirty and dark aura can only emit those few things.

"The soil in the cemetery, shroud, corpse refining oil, and..." Wang Jingzhe twisted his fingers and muttered in a low voice: "Dead bones, elm grass?"

The things that Wang Jingzhe recited were basically dark. He had heard Wu Mangong mention that there were almost all kinds of witchcraft in the witch sect. Strictly speaking, the evil magic techniques in Southeast Asia were actually closely related to the witch sect, and they all evolved and developed from them.

Listening to the words that Wang Jingzhe muttered, Han Nayi was stunned. No matter how stupid she was, she knew what he meant, so she asked with a sad face: "What are these things that were applied to me?"

Wang Jingzhe glanced at him and said, "It was these that were mixed together, then applied to your body, and then penetrated from your skin into your body. The soil in the cemetery was dug out of the cemetery, the shroud was the shroud worn after death, and the elm grass was a very negative plant. After these things were ground and stirred with corpse oil, they became a very viscous and foul-smelling liquid."

Han Nayi only felt that her head was buzzing and exploded. Not to mention anything else, just take out any of the things Wang Jingzhe said and ordinary people felt their scalp numb when they touched her, but she was obviously even worse, and her body was now.

The function of these things is basically to find a place for the little ghost raised by Han Nayi to be boarded. When it falls on Han Nayi, it becomes a condom, so that this person and ghost will never be separated and then they will be entangled.

The reason was that after finding it, Wang Jingzhe wanted to see the details, so he said to Han Nayi: "You go and take a shower, rinse your body, and then I'll see how that little ghost came to pester you."

After Han Nayi went to the bathroom, Wang Jingzhe poured a glass of water and sat on the sofa with his legs raised. He was quite calm. Ada sat not far from him and asked in a low voice: "Sir, Nayi is still saved?"

"Yes, it may be a little more complicated." Wang Jingzhe nodded and said.

Ada immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's enough to save it, otherwise Nayi might be over in the second half of her life."

Wang Jingzhe frowned and asked, "In this case, why don't you go to the temple you used to ask?"

Ada hesitated for a while and said, "When we left, the guide told us that the monk never understood the matter afterwards. If we broke our promise and did not do what he had told him, then we would have to sell his soul to him."

Wang Jingzhe narrowed his eyes and said, "It's so evil. You dare to get involved in such a person?"

Ada said with a wry smile: "There's no way, she wants to be popular..."

Wang Jingzhe reached out and picked up a jar from the cabinet next to the bedside. It contained the body of the little ghost. It was obviously knocked down before it was formed in the mother body. Normally, in this case, the little ghost must be an evil spirit, but the monk obviously had the means to deal with it, turning him into a little ghost that can be raised.

A moment later, after Han Nayi came back from washing, she looked like a lotus, but her bones were so dirty that it was hard to describe. That is, she was lucky in recent years and had not been to go to a place with heavy yin energy like the cemetery, otherwise she would have been entangled by countless lonely ghosts.

Time flies by and it will soon be around midnight.
Chapter completed!