The previous female ghost was able to strangle my neck from behind because she had a strong yin energy that overwhelmed the power of the talisman. Now this female ghost has less yin energy and dares to reach out and grab my shoulder, and the result is no different from grabbing a red-hot iron.
The female ghost could not help but let out a scream. The piercing ghost cry immediately scared the three people on the stairs out of their wits. They ran downstairs without waiting for me to say anything.
At this moment, I grabbed the ghost's wrist and forcibly pulled her out of the door. At the moment when my five fingers gathered together, the ghost in my hand seemed unable to withstand the force of my five fingers and exploded into a piece of phosphorous fire with a slight dark red color.
I was slightly stunned, and then I heard someone shouting in the corridor: "Doctor... Doctor... Come quickly! My daughter is in trouble!"
The hospital corridor was in chaos. Many people rushed out of the duty room. The crying of the family members even drowned out the sound of the doctors’ footsteps.
I turned my head slightly to look at the corridor, then turned around and rushed down the stairs and chased after them. When I arrived near the main door on the first floor, I saw the two girls huddled at the door with their heads in their arms, wanting to cry but not daring to cry out loud, they just kept their heads down and sobbed.
Chen Liu sat on a broken stool with his back to the two girls, facing the bottom of the stairs. His eyes were staring straight into the dark stairwell, and his whole body was shaking.
In the northeast, there is an oblique triangular space between the stairs on the first floor and the ground, which is what ordinary people often call the stair hole. Many units seal off that space and use it as a storage room.
Because the stairwell is always in the shade and people are constantly stepping on it, it is easy for negative energy to accumulate, and sometimes ghosts will hide in it. What did Chen Liu see
After I walked down the stairs, I stretched out my hand to signal the two girls not to be afraid, and slowly turned to the bottom of the stairs.
As soon as I stood next to Chen Liu, I saw a table lying across the stairs. Behind the table was an old man with a pale face and wearing a doctor's coat. He pressed Chen Liu's hand as if he was taking his pulse, and shook his head slightly, saying, "No, no! You won't live for more than seven days!"
Chen Liu's face had turned pale and bloodless, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.
"A ghost taking my pulse!" My heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
My grandfather told me that there are all kinds of ghosts in this world, some of which are extremely strange. They can't be said to disturb the living, but their actions can cause great panic to people. The doctor ghost is one of them.
There are different opinions on the origin of medical ghosts, but they must have been excellent doctors when they were alive. After death, they became medical ghosts and would still appear in dark places to feel the pulse of passers-by. However, medical ghosts would only find dying people. Anyone whose pulse they held would definitely die at the time the medical ghost said, without exception; even if the person was in his prime and had strong Qi and blood, he would still die unexpectedly.
I walked around Chen Liu, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back suddenly, knocking him and the chair to the ground.
As soon as Chen Liu rolled and crawled to the side, I raised my foot and tapped the leg of the stool. When the chair stood up, I sat on it, rolled up my sleeves, and stretched out my hand to the old man: "Old man, can you help me take a look?"
The old man sneered and stretched out his hand to press my pulse. I felt a piercing chill running up my wrist to my shoulder, and half of my body went numb, as if the strength in my hand had been suddenly drained away. I couldn't even lift my arm, which was under his fingers.
The old man closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide. A cold light flashed in his eyes and he shook his head and sighed, "It's no good. It's no good. You can live for three days at most. Go back and prepare for your funeral!"
"Really?" I sneered, "Why do I think I can live a hundred years?"
The old man said sternly, "You are afraid to see a doctor! I have been practicing medicine for decades and have never made a mistake."
"Really?" I reached out and took out three big coins from my pocket and threw them on the table. The three fortune-telling coins began to spin rapidly on the table like a spinning top. I reached out and pressed the table and said coldly, "I have never made a mistake in my calculations. The three big coins with the yang side facing up represent thirty years of life. They are all positive yang, plus my current age, so what else can I expect but a long life of a hundred years?"
The only person who can deal with the medical ghost is the fortune teller. The medical ghost determines a person's lifespan, and only by using a similar method to fight back and telling the other party "you calculated wrong" can the medical ghost be repelled.
However, this method is also extremely dangerous.
The Money Hexagram may seem simple, but there are actually many interpretations behind it.
The key is to see who holds the fortune-telling money, or who arranges it. Among them, the rumor sect is the most proficient in this.
The simplest way is to sort them. When six coins are thrown down, there will definitely be a reverse and a positive. People in the rumor sect will arrange the order of fortune-telling coins according to the direction of good luck. This is not about fortune-telling the future, it is just to bring good luck to people.
A slightly more advanced method is to control the front and back of the fortune-telling coins. I use this method. As long as I put my hand on the table, I can control the direction in which the fortune-telling coins fall.
Although the doctor ghost held my left hand, my right hand could still control the direction of the money.
While the three fortune-telling coins were still spinning wildly, I suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing in front of me.
After a fortune-telling coin turned several times, it fell on the table with a "bang", with the negative side facing up.
When I looked up at the ghost doctor in horror, I found that he was stroking his beard and sneering, with his eyes turning to another fortune-telling coin.
Before I could react, I saw the other party gently spit out a breath of Yin Qi from his mouth. A wisp of Yin wind as thick as an index finger and visible to the naked eye suddenly hit the edge of the big coin. The fortune-telling coin that was still spinning rapidly suddenly collapsed into the air, tumbling in the air and falling onto the table.
As the tumbling coin was about to fall onto the table with a smug look in Doctor Guiyin's eyes, my palm suddenly slapped the table, and the last coin that was still spinning fell onto the table.
At the moment when the doctor ghost's face suddenly changed color, two fortune-telling coins fell to the ground at the same time, one yin and one yang.
“I won!”
"You calculated wrong!"
After the ghost doctor and I spoke at the same time, the ghost doctor shouted first: "Didn't you say that your life span is over 100? The fortune-telling coin shows two yin and one yang, so you can live for at most 30 years!"
I smiled faintly and said, "At least he won't die in three days, right? Also, why did you change your words?"
“You…” Only then did the ghost doctor realize that he had been tricked by me.
The ghost doctor predicts the death date of the living, which itself carries the meaning of divination of the future. In a sense, the ghost doctor is a fortune teller among ghosts.
There are three major taboos in the fortune-telling business, one of which is that you cannot change your words midway. For example, if a fortune-teller has already said that someone is doomed, then even if he has a way to break the doom, he cannot change his words and say that the person has a glimmer of hope; changing his words midway is tantamount to admitting that his predictions are inaccurate, which would ruin his reputation.
When I looked at the doctor ghost with a half-smile, the latter's face suddenly changed drastically, and his body exploded into a ball of black smoke, and the temperature of the entire first floor dropped a few degrees. Although I had withdrawn my palm, I couldn't help but shudder.
Chen Liu, who was blocked behind me, quickly helped me up and rushed out of the door with the two girls. The four of us rushed to the street, and Chen Liu stammered, "Brother, are we still going to the studio?"
"Go!" I reached out to stop a taxi, "Jiang Yi, you sit in the front and lead the way. You two will sit in the back with me."
Finally, Jiang Yi was not as frightened as Wang Shiyu, and reluctantly led us to a garden-style photo studio.
When I walked to the door, the door of the studio was half open. When I looked inside with the help of the light from outside, I saw a figure hanging on the wall in the studio hall.
The background of the hall wall was a rolling fire cloud, and the figure stood right in the middle of it. The black wings that stretched out from behind the figure were set off against the red clouds that were rising, like a fallen angel from hell, flying into the sky with the help of the raging fire in hell.
Although the whole picture has an eerie beauty, the figure in the middle of the picture is actually a real corpse. I can even see drops of bright red blood dripping from his trouser legs to the ground.
I stretched out my hand and made a "don't move" gesture to Chen Liu and the others, then quickly walked into the house, took out my cell phone, turned on the flashlight and shone it on the corpse on the wall.
The man was probably in his forties, with his hands tied by two nails, hanging straight down on both sides of his body. A coffin nail was nailed into each wrist. The iron nails, as thick as index fingers, pierced through the man's wrists and went straight into the wall, pinning his hands tightly to his sides.
There were seven coffin nails in total, one on each of his hands, feet, and shoulders, and the last one went straight into the middle of his forehead. This nail was the fatal wound to the deceased.
I looked at the body from top to bottom, then reached out and pinched the nail on the ankle, slowly pulling it out. When I pointed my phone at the bloody nail, the sound of a police car suddenly rang outside the studio.
I was startled and rushed to the door, only to be met by a police officer who was getting out of the car: "Don't move! Stand against the wall with your hands on your head."
When I saw the police, I knew I couldn't leave, so I simply put down the nails in my hand and let them take me into the police car.
After I was taken to the criminal police team, I waited until dawn before two policemen came into the interrogation room. The young policeman said in a cold voice: "What are you doing in the studio in the middle of the night?"
"Catching ghosts." That's all I can say now. Before being taken to the police station, the four of us didn't communicate with each other. If one of them let the cat out of the bag, I couldn't make up any more stories. Besides, I didn't believe that the two girls could keep their mouths shut in front of the police, so I just told the truth. (To be continued)