"Small tricks." I said, "Isn't it icing? I can do this trick."
After finishing speaking, I pressed the other hand on the mirror, and the ice crystals spread on the mirror, sealing the whole mirror.
I withdrew my hand, the female ghost kept slapping in the mirror, her face was full of hatred.
"I don't care what grievances you have, you shouldn't kill innocent people." I said with a cold face, "Let me send you to hell, that's where you should go."
After that, I recited the incantation, grabbed a handful of cinnabar, and drew a spell on the mirror. Where the spell was, a black hole the size of a fist appeared, and in the black hole came the sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves.
The female ghost was trembling with fright, suddenly a chain flew out of the black hole, locked her firmly, and then pulled her into the black hole.
it's over.
I yawned and got into the warm bedding.
I slept for a few hours, and the dream was sweet, when I heard a sound outside the window, I couldn't help frowning.
It's not over yet, why don't you let people sleep
I scanned it with my spiritual sense, and this time it was a living person, a middle-aged man, holding a black box in his hand, opened the window of my room, and threw the box in.
I just remembered that I forgot to lock the windows before going to bed.
Then, the middle-aged man wanted to get in, and I was about to kick him out when I heard a very light gunshot.
The middle-aged man gave a low cry and fell backwards.
This is a gun with a suppressor installed!
I was speechless, how unlucky it was that there would be a shooting when I stayed in a small hotel.
I didn't want to cause trouble, and was about to throw the black box out, but accidentally opened the box and took a look inside.
Seeing this, I immediately covered the box and pushed it under the bed.
What is contained in this box is actually a 500-year-old ginseng tree!
Five hundred points! The last time the special department awarded me the grand prize, it was only a hundred years old.
I was wrong just now, I am not unlucky, but lucky, lucky!
Five hundred years ago, ginseng fell from the sky. This luck is not against the sky, but it's a miracle!
However, the shooter had to be dealt with first.
If I had known that I would not have taken the female ghost away, it would have been nice to let the female ghost deal with him.
Not long after, the sound of climbing was heard again outside the window. This man was fast and light, and he should be a professional killer.
I haven't turned on the light, the room is pitch black, so I hid in the closet, waiting for an opportunity.
A tall figure jumped in, and through the snow and light outside, I saw that it turned out to be a foreigner!
Judging from his body shape and appearance, he looks a bit like a Russian from the north.
Russian killer
The chestnut-haired foreigner looked around, and I felt a spiritual force sweeping over me, and I was horrified.
He is actually a psychic power user!
It seems that tonight is destined to have a fierce battle.
In this case, it is better to strike first!
I instinctively went to draw my mahogany sword, only to remember that it was lost forever along with my backpack.
When I think of this, my teeth itch with anger.
The foreigner had already come to the door of the closet, and the mahogany dagger slipped from the sleeve of my clothes. I kicked open the closet door suddenly, and stabbed out with the first move of "Xia Ke Jian Pu".
The foreigner was startled, stepped back quickly, and raised his gun to shoot at me.
Ascetics below the fifth rank are unable to fight against modern firearms. I am very fast and dodge quickly, and the bullets graze my skin.
He fired three shots in a row, and I managed to dodge all three shots. In the blink of an eye, my sword had already stabbed him in front of him.
He can also do some kung fu, he folded his waist back, and my sword pierced his face.
But he didn't expect that this sword was so powerful, even though it didn't hit him, the strong wind still swept across his face.
"Ah!" He let out a scream, and his entire face was cut off.
He covered his face and rolled on the ground, scarlet blood flowed from his fingers, and even his eyeballs were shattered.
I gritted my teeth, stepped forward and stabbed him with a sword, and then searched him. Except for a passport and some money, I had nothing on him.
His name was Ivan in the passport, but it must have been a false name.
I took everything away from him, and took out a jade bottle from my bag.
This bottle is filled with corpse water, which was successfully developed just before going out. I dripped a few drops on Ivan's body, and his body immediately began to melt, just like described in martial arts novels. In less than ten minutes, his body melted. For a puddle of pus.
I also went to melt the man outside. He only had an ID card with the name Wang Cheng on it.
Looks like a fake name too.
It was snowing outside, and the white snow would soon cover the pus on the ground, and when the snow melted, nothing would be left.
I quickly tidied up the room again, only to hear the lady at the front desk yawning and asking outside the door: "Sister, I seem to have heard a man's voice, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I was watching a movie just now." I said.
She seemed relieved, and said, "It's okay, go to bed early."
Early the next morning, the lady at the front desk looked at me a little strangely. I braved the snow and went out to buy breakfast. The uncle who sold breakfast said in a low voice, "Girl, did you stay at Aunt Li's hotel last night?"
I nodded, the old man looked around and asked in a low voice, "You... didn't see anything dirty, did you?"
I quickly asked, "Dirty things? You mean, the hotel is haunted?"
Seeing that there was no business in the morning, the old man chatted with me.
"Aunt Li's hotel, people have died before." He whispered, "It is said that the girl who died was a migrant worker. Her boyfriend is a ginseng digger. Last year, it is said that they dug up a 500 ginseng root in the mountains. Year-old ginseng. That night, there was also such a heavy snowfall. Many people heard the two of them arguing. Early the next morning, Aunt Li found that the girl had died in the hotel, and the man had disappeared. The police said that it was That man wanted to eat ginseng alone and kill the girl, but he never caught anyone."
Speaking of this, he leaned forward and said: "Since then, Aunt Li's hotel has been haunted. Many people saw that female ghost, covered in blood, looking at people in the mirror. Several people were scared crazy. , I scared one to death last time, so none of us locals are willing to live with Aunt Li."
My heart moved, and I pretended to ask casually: "What is that man's name? What does he look like? If I see it, I can call the police."
"The man's surname is Wang. I don't know what his name is. He is tall and big, and he looks quite upright."
It seemed that it was the man who was hunted down last night.
He took that ginseng, probably to the border, and wanted to sell it to the Russians for a good price, but unexpectedly, he was chased and killed by the Russians.
Everyone is innocent, but he is guilty of carrying a jade. He is a ginseng digger from other places. He has no roots and bottomless here, but he is carrying a treasure. He is destined to end like this.
I walked back with the steamed buns, but saw a black car parked in front of the hotel, and several bear-like Russians got out of the car and strode in.
I pulled my hat down and walked in as if nothing had happened, and saw those tall Russians surrounding Aunt Li, who was trembling with fright.
"Say, did you see this person last night?" a Russian asked in broken Chinese.
Aunt Li glanced at the photo and said, "This man is called Wang Cheng. He lived with me a year ago and killed his wife. The police have been looking for him. I, I haven't seen him for a year. what."
A stout Russian slapped her on the head and said angrily, "Tell me the truth!"
Aunt Li's face was full of fear and grievance: "I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe me, if you don't believe me, you can ask her, she stayed alone in my hotel last night."
Everyone turned their heads, looked at me together, and then surrounded me.
The thick Russian man held the photo in front of me: "Look carefully, have you seen it?"
I took a closer look, shook my head and said, "I haven't seen it. I'm from another place. I just arrived here yesterday. It's cold here. I went to bed early, and I haven't seen anyone."
The burly Russian man looked at me coldly, and suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my neck.