Huang Mao spoke in surprise and looked at me in disbelief.
I nodded:
"It's really solved. Can you feel your fingers? Are they still numb?
If it feels like the problem is not big, let’s go to the old temple and have a look.”
I pointed ahead.
The old ghost with a white paper just came out of that temple.
Huang Mao moved his fingers and looked me up and down in shock:
"It's great that I can take it.
Brother Xu, compared to this, I look like a newcomer, so awesome!"
It was impossible for me to tell Huang Mao my secret, I could only fabricate a false process.
He said that I used a talisman to slap the old ghost on the white paper man, and I slapped him to death.
Then he said to Huang Mao:
"Actually, I was just lucky. You were too careless just now, otherwise you would have been able to handle that thing."
When Huang Mao heard that he was walking down the steps, his face did not turn red:
"Yes, yes, I was too careless just now.
Before I could show my strength, I was attacked by surprise.
Let’s go and ransack that old ghost’s house!”
After saying that, he combed his yellow hair with his hand and walked swaggering towards the dilapidated old temple.
This is an abandoned mountain temple, surrounded by moss and weeds.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I smelled a musty smell.
I glanced into the temple and saw a statue of a god sitting in the middle.
But the head of the statue is covered with a black cloth.
Huang Mao saw it and frowned:
"His grandma's statue has its head covered. No wonder this old ghost dares to live in the temple."
After saying that, Huang Mao climbed onto the stone table and used a short mahogany spear to lift the black cloth on the head of the statue.
As soon as the black cloth was uncovered, I was surprised to find it.
The head of this statue has already been neatly removed.
At the head position, there is a ceramic doll with a black and red face.
Seeing this thing, my pupils suddenly dilated, and I was a little surprised and said:
"Porcelain ghost doll!"
Huang Mao obviously didn’t recognize this thing, and turned to look at me:
"Porcelain ghost doll? What kind of porcelain ghost doll? Is this the crappy thing?"
After saying that, I still have to reach out and take it.
But I hurriedly stopped:
"Don't touch it, it's an evil thing. Only dirty things can worship it."
The three members of the Wang family worshiped this thing in the hope of rebirth.
The female corpse in the river also had such a porcelain ghost baby face on her belly, and she was cursed to death.
Now, I saw this porcelain ghost doll again in this old temple.
And he was enshrined by an old ghost with a white paper figure.
For a moment, I felt like this thing was everywhere and causing harm to people everywhere.
But the porcelain ghost doll in front of me is somewhat different from the porcelain ghost doll enshrined in the Wang family's ghost house.
The porcelain ghost doll enshrined in the Wang family's ghost house is very thin.
But the one in front of me has a big belly.
He has a chubby appearance and looks like a big fat man.
Huang Mao also became vigilant after hearing what I said:
"Why does this thing look a bit like the little golden boy from Jin Matai?
I heard that celebrities in the entertainment industry like to raise little devils.
Is there a kid here?"
Although I have never seen the little golden boy from Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand, I also know that this porcelain ghost doll is definitely not a little golden boy, let alone a little ghost.
He continued to speak:
"This is definitely not some golden boy.
Xiaolong, if you hit him with a short spear, it will be a disaster if you keep him.
Be careful and don't touch it with your hands."
I said seriously.
After hearing this, Huang Mao also said "hmm":
"okay!"
After saying that, he hit him with a stick.
There was just a "click" sound, and the round porcelain ghost doll was smashed to pieces.
And the moment the porcelain ghost doll was smashed, a burst of black gas "buzzed" out of it.
Several figures flew out of the porcelain ghost doll's belly.
Seeing this, Huang Mao and I were both startled. I grabbed Huang Mao and pulled him down:
"careful!"
While he was talking, those streaks of black mist had already fallen to the ground, and in the blink of an eye they transformed into several ghosts with missing arms and legs, lying on the ground with frightened expressions on their faces.
Huang Mao and I looked at the scene before us and took a step back.
But the few ghosts lying on the ground did not dare to look at us. They knelt on the ground in panic and kept kowtowing:
"Don't eat me, don't eat me..."
When Huang Mao and I saw this, we looked at each other, a little surprised.
These ghosts are obviously not evil spirits, just ordinary ghosts.
From the looks of it, he must be imprisoned in the belly of a porcelain ghost doll.
The porcelain ghost doll was broken into pieces and floated out.
Thinking of this, I breathed a sigh of relief:
"Don't be afraid, we are human beings and we don't eat ghosts."
After hearing this, several ghosts dared to raise their heads cautiously.
Seeing Huang Mao and me, two big living people, he glanced around fearfully.
One of the old ghosts who was missing an arm dared to ask tentatively:
"You, you can see us. Are you a Taoist priest?"
Huang Mao replied:
"We are corpse collectors, half Taoist priests!
Who are you? Why are you in the belly of a porcelain doll? It's still missing arms and legs."
When the old man heard this, he suddenly said excitedly:
"Great, great we are saved.
Tao, Taoist priest, we are all the ghosts of the nearby cemetery.
An old ghost captured us and locked us up here.
He, he would eat us when he was hungry, and lock us up when he was full. Today we are finally saved, we are saved."
Four ghosts, three men and one woman, including a little boy.
They were all missing arms and legs and looked at us with fear.
"Damn it, that old ghost is really perverted. I've heard of ghosts eating people, and this is the first time I've heard of ghosts eating ghosts."
Huang Mao said in surprise.
I seemed very calm and had never seen it before, but I had seen it in the detailed explanation of exorcism.
Some evil spirits not only eat human essences, but also their own kind.
The more he eats, the worse he becomes, and the more evil he eats, the more he eats, and eventually he becomes an evil spirit.
Looking at these four ghosts, he comforted:
"Don't be afraid, that old ghost is dead. Now you all should leave here!"
"Thank you, thank you, Taoist Priest!"
"Thank you, brother."
"..."
While we were talking, these four mutilated ghosts kowtowed to me and Huang Mao again.
Then, as if we were afraid that we would regret it, we stood up hurriedly.
Without looking back, he limped and ran out of the temple.
As soon as he walked out of the door, he spread around and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye...