Every time the light is turned on, the terrifying figure will disappear, but when the light goes out, the figure will appear again, and the position it appears will move forward a certain distance each time.
Seeing that the figure was about to move to his side, Fang Shiteng couldn't care so much anymore. He picked up the bucket next to him, unscrewed the lid, and poured the chicken blood inside directly onto himself.
"Crack!"
The lights went out again, and now the figure had appeared in front of Fang Shiteng. He closed his eyes in fear, and at the same time silently prayed in his heart that the chicken blood on his body would have an effect.
About two or three minutes later, Fang Shiteng, who had his eyes closed, suddenly noticed that the light was on. He slowly opened his eyes a crack, and the figure had disappeared. He squinted his eyes again and waited for a while. This time, the figure in the living room appeared.
The lights never went out again.
It seems that the chicken blood method is indeed effective.
After dawn, several of Fang Shiteng's friends were startled by the sight of him covered in blood. If they hadn't heard him snoring, they might have called the funeral home to collect the body.
After hearing what happened to Fang Shiteng, Mo Shouchen couldn't help but ask: "Since chicken blood can deal with that female corpse, why did you come to me for it?"
Fang Shiteng smiled bitterly and said: "Chicken blood is indeed effective, but I can't pour chicken blood on myself every night. You can smell it. I'm almost soaking it in the past two days."
Only then did Mo Shouchen realize that no wonder he smelled a strong scent of perfume on Fang Shiteng as soon as he entered the room. It turned out to be to cover up the smell of chicken blood.
"Master, I beg you to be noble and let me go. I will be an honest person from now on and never cause trouble again." Fang Shiteng begged while bowing.
Mo Shouchen finally figured out that the reason why Fang Shiteng was so polite to him was because he mistakenly thought that the female corpse was his fault.
He originally planned to use the trick so that Fang Shiteng would not dare to embarrass himself anymore, but if he took this matter on himself and let the police know about it, it would be unclear at that time, so after thinking twice, he
Or decided to tell the truth.
Mo Shouchen wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then said: "I sympathize with your experience and thank you for the dinner, but the female corpse you met really has nothing to do with me."
"Impossible. I haven't had a good day since I offended you that day. You must have cast some kind of magic on me. Master, I really know that I was wrong, so please accept your magical power."
Seeing that Fang Shiteng even quoted lines from Journey to the West, Mo Shouchen continued to persuade him dumbfounded: "I'm not Sun Wukong. Where did I get my magical powers? I advise you to go to a temple or Taoist temple and take a look. Don't blame it on me.
It’s a waste of time, I really can’t help you.”
"You really didn't find that female corpse?"
"It's really not." Mo Shouchen said sincerely.
Fang Shiteng stared at Mo Shouchen, the expression on his face gradually changed from respect to anger. He snatched the half-drunk juice glass from Mo Shouchen's hand, then pointed to the leftovers on the table and said: "Who told you to take me
Did you eat all your dinner?”
Mo Shouchen burped: "Didn't you let me eat it in the first place?"
"You eat if I tell you to? Why don't you die if I tell you to die!" Fang Shiteng opened the door while yelling, and then called all the people outside in, "Take this kid who eats and drinks.
Tie me up."
"Hey? What are you doing? We can discuss anything if you have anything!"
A few people didn't care what Mo Shouchen said, and tied him to the chair in three strokes. Then Fang Shiteng took something out of his pocket and stuffed it directly into Mo Shouchen's collar.
"What did you put in my arms?"
"My birth date and hair."
Mo Shouchen asked curiously: "Why are you stuffing these things?"
Fang Shiteng patted Mo Shouchen on the shoulder: "Tonight I want you to face the female corpse instead of me. I want you to be my substitute."
"Where did you learn this trick?"
"I checked it online." Fang Shiteng said proudly.
Mo Shouchen: "..."
Although he felt that Fang Shiteng's method was not very reliable, after all, it was related to his own life, so Mo Shouchen did not dare to take this risk.
He thought for a while, since Fang Shiteng was determined to drag him into trouble, he might as well turn his passive into an active one and deal with the female corpse together with Fang Shiteng.
Of course, there is another reason why Mo Shouchen has such an idea, that is, he feels that Fang Shiteng is not as bad as he imagined. At least compared to Qian Zongtian, a scumbag, Fang Shiteng is still humane. This can be seen from his
You can see it in his attitude towards the restaurant chef.
So Mo Shouchen wanted to help him, but whether he could help him or not depends on his luck.
"Let me go first, and I can help you deal with the female corpse." Mo Shouchen said.
"It's just you? You're a poor loser who cheats you out of food and drink. Why should I trust you?"
"Just because you and I have had the same experience." Mo Shouchen said word by word.
Fang Shiteng's expression was startled. He stared at Mo Shouchen for a long time, and then asked suspiciously: "Have you also been deceived by others?"
"..."
Mo Shouchen just wanted to spit out fragrance now. Fang Shiteng's brain circuit was so strange that he suddenly regretted his decision just now. Perhaps letting this stupid rich second generation fend for itself is the greatest contribution to this society.
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Dai country, a certain manor.
A middle-aged man with a tattoo on the right side of his face was meditating in front of the Buddhist niche. Through the candlelight around him, he could see that the mummy of a child was enshrined in the Buddhist niche.
At this time, the mobile phone placed aside suddenly rang. The middle-aged man picked up the mobile phone and answered the call.
"Why is Fang Shiteng still alive?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little impatient.
"There was a little accident. There should be some expert guidance around him, but everything is under my control." The middle-aged man replied lightly.
"There was a little accident? You couldn't kill Fang Shiteng when he was unsuspecting. Now that you have alerted him, are you telling me that everything is under your control?"
"Don't worry, I gave that woman the Seven Stars Soul Seizing Gu. On the seventh day, no weapon can do anything to her. Today happens to be the seventh day, and the person you want to kill will definitely not see the sun tomorrow morning."
Hearing that the middle-aged man was so confident, the tone on the other end of the phone softened a lot: "I hope it's true as you said, I don't want these 50 million to go to waste."
"Haha, I, Song Pashan, am the number one surrender master in Dai country. You can wait for my good news tomorrow morning. By the way, don't forget to prepare the remaining 50 million."
