The uncle’s expression also verified my guess. After seeing that I was not struggling so fiercely, he calmly helped me get out of the car, and then he supported my body, let me lean on the pegs, and locked the car. Later, for absolute safety, he also pasted a purple charm on the four door handles and on the front and rear windshields.
Xiao Li told me that this is the most advanced level spell, and the effect of exorcising ghosts is no worse than that of my six suns. It seems that the uncle is also a monk this time.
Locking the car to guard against people and spells against ghosts, the uncle made a double defense. Perhaps the uncle is still not sure whether it is a ghost or a ghost who is attacking me this time. Because when my body of six suns recovers, it is really unlikely that ghosts and gods dare to provoke me.
And as a ghost, it would be a bit too inferior if it were to be reduced to using poison to deal with people.
But I think even if it’s a human being, then he must be instigated by evil spirits behind him. Otherwise, I and people have always had no grievances and no grudges, and who would kill me for nothing, or when I was a detective, it’s true. He has sinned against many wealthy people, but it is still far from the risk of killing people to vent their anger.
When I was thinking about assuming who the enemy was this time, the uncle also took out a box of acupuncture and moxibustion, took out thin and hard steel needles, and accurately inserted them into the various acupuncture points on my chest.
"Uh..." Just when the uncle was almost stuck in six or seven stitches, the gloomy and frightening sound came from my ear again. I thought it was a hallucination like the one just now, so I was just tight. I closed my eyes, frowned, concentrated, and continued to let the uncle pierce my needle to detoxify me, and ignored the voice.
Unexpectedly, not only did this voice not diminish in the slightest, but after a while, I felt a cold thing slowly extended from my back to my body, and lay on my shoulders.
Although I told myself that this is just an illusion of auditory hallucinations, don't be nervous, but in this sense of truth and truth, my curiosity defeated my reason. My body can't move, but my neck can still twist a little.
So I gave my neck a light side, and then took a glance at my cold and itchy place with the corner of my eye.
"Da...Da...Da..." I actually saw a skin-covered, skinny claw on my shoulder, too thin, and covered with pimples. It was resting on my shoulder, following him. The fingers with black blood stains between the nails quivered, making a tingling sound.
The uncle also immediately noticed the change in my expression. Before I started talking in panic and fear, the uncle had already taken the lead in shaking his head at me, and said to me in my ears in a way of sound transmission and secret transmission: " Don't move, if you don't see anything, just continue to sit down."
Uncle's words, I certainly don't doubt, he did this, maybe he wanted to use me to call out the big fish behind.
But besides this scare, I feel more strange in my heart. This hand, although I only glanced at it, no matter how I look horizontally or vertically, it doesn’t look like a personal hand, and it seems There is only this hand, because behind me, apart from feeling the existence of this hand, I can't perceive anything else standing on my back.
Under the uncle's strong order, I also pretended to have a completely ignorant look just like him. The uncle is still engrossed in using the steel needles in his hand to align with the acupuncture points, and then continue to slowly penetrate into my body.
To be honest, how can I still be in the mood to take care of the uncle, although the uncle told me not to worry about this hand, but this kind of thing is simple to say, but it is easy to do.
Although it can be considered to have experienced strong winds and waves, the feeling of being close to my ears and not being able to take it down is really torturing.
"Da...Da...Da..." It kept shaking on my shoulder like a mechanical mouse, and apart from "enjoying" this unique and beautiful sound, there was no second. Way to choose.
I felt that my cold sweat was almost dripping off because of my nervousness. In order to distract myself, I turned my eyes to the steel needle the uncle put on my chest.
"One, two, three..." I stared at the dozen or so steel needles on my chest intently, and then counted one by one, very carefully, carefully, and of course very slowly. I hope uncle can do more, otherwise I don't know what to distract me after I finish counting.
"D...D..." What made me more nervous was that my attention was just a little distracted, and something dropped on top of my head.
Of course I thought it was raining at first, but when the slimy and stinking smell hit my nose, I knew it was definitely not rain, but saliva. I just didn’t know what it was. Human or other species.
"Ka..." As the saliva dripped down, a roar sounded over my head, and more saliva dripped from it.
Listening to this voice and the pouring of saliva, I can imagine that there is a huge thing on top of my head, and I am going to swallow me with a mouthful of blood.
"Chi..." At this moment, the uncle, who had been slowly piercing the needle, suddenly applied force to my chest full of steel needles, and the steel needles broke out in an instant and returned to the uncle's hand.
"Uh... ah..." Just as the steel needle left my chest, a screaming scream came from my head, and then, "Bang..." I saw a dark body, motionless. He fell heavily to the ground.
At this time, my body also returned to normal, and my limbs were able to move. I immediately stood up, came to the side of the uncle, pointed at the dark body and asked, "Is he the one who is doing the ghost?"
Seeing that the uncle did not intend to pay attention to the thing at all, and took care of the needle there, I knew that this thing was probably dead completely.
"Qiang..." But driven by my curiosity, I still wanted to see what he was. So I sacrificed the Demon Slashing Sword, intending to turn him over to check.
"Huh..." But as soon as the tip of my sword touched him, he was like ashes, directly blown into the air by the wind.
At this time, the uncle also got up and told me: "Don't guess, he is a ghost, but now he is gone. Well, it has been a lot of time, let's continue on our way." (End of this chapter)