The Twilight Stalkers

Chapter 672: Paper figures have souls (2)

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Tan Fangfang was relying on me to survive. When her yang energy was cut off, she fell backwards. When she looked back and saw me outside the door, she realized what was going on. She panted and said to me, "Please don't kill me. I haven't taken revenge yet. I will wait for your result this time."

Fuck him, do you know what lies are? What you said is complete lies, can you believe it? But looking at her pitiful eyes, he couldn't bear to kill her. So he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll spare your life, but you crawl to the door and get into the bottle. Within three days, I will give you an explanation." Then he took out the remaining half bottle of Erguotou from his bag, raised his head and drank the wine in one breath, and posted two talismans outside, pointing them at the door.

Without saying anything, Tan Fangfang struggled to crawl to the door, turned into a puff of black smoke and got into the bottle. I threw the kid in as well, then sealed the bottle mouth with a talisman and put it in my backpack.

Having solved the worry of the evil ghost, I felt relieved. Otherwise, with the old witch, I would be attacked from both sides, which would be a real headache. Now, not only did she take her in, but she even helped me to beat back the old witch who had already stuck her head out.

Since the two evil ghosts were gone, it was easy to clear the evil spirit in the toilet. I burned a large golden light spell and threw it in. After a while, the evil spirit was swept away. After entering, I saw a watermelon-sized hole on the west wall. This was left by the old ghost woman. I quickly sealed it with a spell to prevent her from coming out from here again.

Then he returned to the staircase and took the four of them to the tenth floor. This floor was the most critical place, because it was also where the old ghost woman died. In addition, Tan Fangfang had been entrenched here for a long time, and the yin energy was relatively heavy, so it would be easy for the old ghost woman to make a hole in the wall.

First, stick talismans on the doors of the three evil star positions, light incense and surround the doors with clean water. This way, even if the old witch comes out, she will not dare to go out for a while and the evil spirit will not be able to leak out.

Next, it was time to make paper figures. There were quite a few paper figures, Shen Bing bought six. She also bought a pair of scissors from the paper horse shop, and went back to the hospital gate to the black dog. The big black dog was used to the constant flow of people, so it only barked when she came to it, but Shen Bing hit the black dog's throat with a pair of scissors, killing it instantly. She found an empty plastic bottle on the ground nearby and collected a bottle of blood.

I asked the four of them to pull out a hair each, and I pulled out two hairs from my own head, and burned them together with the talisman as a sacrifice on the paper figures. In this way, each paper figure has human spirit, and in the eyes of the ghost, it is a living person. But they are just empty shells, without souls.

This is easy to do. I opened my yin-yang eyes, lit a stick of incense, asked Shen Bing to hold it, and asked Director Tian to go to the nursing office to find six finger-sized glass medicine bottles and a urine container. I went to the toilet to urinate first. I came back and took off the rubber caps of the six small bottles, bit my finger, squeezed a drop of blood into each small bottle, and placed them on the ground in the shape of a plum blossom. I took the incense stick, stuck it on the ground in the middle of the six small bottles, and whispered a few soul-calling spells.

After a pause, I put the leather stopper back on. I asked Shen Bing to get some cinnabar and black dog blood, poured some into a small bottle, and added a little of my boy's urine. It was done. I looked at the small bottle and nodded with satisfaction. Shen Bing asked me in confusion, "What the hell are you doing?"

I chuckled: "Flying insect ghost."

"What's the meaning?"

I whispered two spells and blew a few breaths on the small bottles. I saw faint flashes of light in the six small glass bottles, just like fireflies. It was very beautiful.

"Did you catch fireflies?" Shen Bing asked curiously.

"No, these are flying insects that turned into souls after death, but they cannot enter the underworld and can only wander around. I called them here just now, and when they smelled the scent of blood, they all got into the bottle. After sucking my blood, human smells will appear in their souls, and the old witch will think they are human souls." As I said this, I stuffed the small bottle into the paper man's belly.

"Aren't ghosts afraid of black dog blood? How come they are still alive and well?" Shen Bing had followed me for a long time and actually remembered the story of using black dog blood to exorcise ghosts.

"The souls of flying insects are different. It is because they cannot be reincarnated after death that they become spirits between heaven and earth. They are not afraid of these things that drive away ghosts. Their only nemesis is fire."

“It’s amazing.”

The paper figure has a soul, so the next step is to deliver sugar-coated bullets to the old ghost woman and wait for her to appear!