Fortunately, my back was not high from the ground, so the collision was not painful, but my stomach almost burst because of the pressure from this bastard. Although I couldn't see what he looked like, I could still tell that it was Zhao Xiaosheng who was pressing on me.
I was about to push him away, but the bastard reached his hands under my back and hugged me tightly. He was so strong that I couldn't push him away. I pushed him a second time, and the bastard bit me on the chest. I grimaced in pain, and I supported myself on the ground with my hands, and stood up straight with him.
Before I could stand firm, the bastard stretched out his legs and tripped over my feet, and fell forward again. This time he was pinned down, and I was afraid that I would hurt the kid, so I hurriedly bent my body upwards, but I didn't expect him to kick me with both feet and flip me over, and the two of us wrestled just like two ghosts, and he turned around and rode on my stomach.
The stomach is the softest part, how could it withstand such a strong sitting? The whole stomach was almost filled with sewage. I stretched out my hands to twist his arms and was about to throw him out, but before I could use any strength, he actually turned his wrists and twisted my hands in reverse. This time, I was firmly pinned down by him.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break free from his control. I felt like I wasn't a 14 or 15-year-old kid, but a Russian strongman. I knew in my heart that it wasn't Zhao Xiaosheng who was playing with me, but the evil spirit that was attached to him. His eyes flickered coldly in the darkness, and when I got close to him, I could feel a stream of cold air coming through, which made me feel cold inside.
I was pinned down by this damn thing. Unless I asked Shen Bing to come and help me, I couldn't break free by myself. I opened my mouth to scream, but suddenly a cold air rushed into my mouth. It was as if my throat was blocked by phlegm, and I couldn't make any sound. Damn, it's the entrance of evil spirit. I can't swallow it, otherwise it will rot my internal organs. I quickly coughed hard to stop the cold air from flowing downward.
With a bang, the door closed by itself, which completely put an end to my idea of asking Shen Bing to come over to help.
I thought to myself, I have encountered countless ghosts, all kinds of ghosts, can you subdue me just by holding me down like this? I raised my head suddenly, opened my mouth and bit his forehead. If his spiritual point is bitten, and he bleeds, then a spell will definitely make him lose some strength temporarily.
But this damn thing was quite smart. It tilted its head back and blew out another breath of evil air, which made my mouth feel numb and seemed to be swollen. Could it be that it was like Tony Leung Chiu Wai, with two sausages hanging in his mouth
After several efforts were in vain, I gave up. I lay on the ground and gasped, breathing heavily, and gradually dispelled the evil spirit.
Even though I was tired, he was not relaxed. He was breathing rapidly. After I coughed twice, I finally spoke: "What do you want? Just tell me and I will help you fulfill your wish." Generally, resentful ghosts must have something to ask for. As long as you make a request, it will be easy to deal with.
Zhao Xiaosheng shook his head in the dark, and I couldn't see his expression. I just heard him say something in a garbled manner, but I didn't understand a word. Then he used force on his hands to bend my hands down, almost breaking them. I was sweating profusely from the pain, and couldn't help but groan.
But in order to save face, he changed his groaning into speaking: "I know you were killed by the rebels, and your death must have been very unjust..."