“Oh hey...”

The screams of the great cocks immediately rang out of the night sky, and in this silent cross street, the cry seemed unusually sudden and miserable.

Then, the man took a broken bowl from his pocket and sprinkled all his blood into the bowl with the chicken's neck.

The big cock struggled because of the pain, but after a while, the whole body collapsed without a bit of sound.

Only after the last drop of blood, the man threw the big cock on the side of the road, and then took out the three-pillared fragrance to be lit, worshipped the blood bowl, and read the words in his mouth and did not know what he was talking about.

Before the blood bowl, not knowing when, a black garbage bag floated.

The black garbage bag stood quietly there, and in a moment, it began to slowly move like a piece of black silk, and only then did I see that it was not a garbage bag, but a pile of hair.

The woman’s hair, long and very dark, and as it squirmed, it parted like water to the two sides.

The face of a woman with her eyes closed gradually appeared from the middle of her hair.

Then there is the neck, shoulders, hands, legs, a little bit of the woman standing up is probably short of my head, looks small and exquisite.

I saw her wearing a white dress, and all her waist and hair were scattered on her face, and the white feet without shoes were three feet away from the ground, and the whole person looked, like a doll that accidentally hung outside the window sill, which was now very terrible.

I trembling tightly and held the jade in my neck, watching the spinning garbage scraps at the feet of the female ghost, and my hand was full of sweat.

The old Daoist said softly, "Feed the grudges on the cross street with chicken blood, and the father-fucking the bastard's courage is also a little bigger."

More boldly in the back, the man saw the grudge floating in front of himself, not only not afraid, even said: "Xiaoqing, why do you not obey, even the teaching director also dare to start?"

The girl who called Xiaoqing was motionless, cold and confrontation with the man.

A cold wind had followed, and I saw the fog under the street lamp at the intersection of the cross street, as if it were thicker.

Who knows, the man still does not know the dead and alive, saying, "If you don't listen to me next time, be careful that I let you fly away."

His words had just fallen, and only heard the cold "hum" of the female ghost, and the chicken blood bowl in front of him suddenly floated into the air.

“You... what do you want?”The man found that something was wrong, and he stepped back in fear.

There was no response, only to see the chicken blood bowl smashed hard at the man like a stone thrown out by an angry man.

The man turned and ran, and his mouth still said, "Okay, you don't listen to me, we'll see."

The chicken blood bowl finally fell hard on his back, the man was smashed with a sore cry, rushed to the ground, and after a while, humping and struggling to stand up, his head did not dare to run back all the way.

And the female ghost, she always floated in the same place, from the back of the hair with a cold eyes to the far man.

At this time, Xiao Bai said: "This grudge is still merciless, otherwise the principal's bastard will die tonight."

“The principal?”I was surprised to see him, just because the man was talking with a mask, so I did not hear the sound for a moment.

Little White nodded his head: "Few men wear such sullen white leather shoes."

I didn’t even notice this, and it was true to listen to the little white at this time.

The old Dao chief asked me, “When I turned over the file today, was there any girl who committed suicide called Xiaoqing?”

"Yes, Nguyen Xiaoqing, the great Yangzhuang people, no father and no mother, grew up with his grandfather."I think of the picture of this girl, a clear look of spirituality, at this time to look at the female ghost floating in the mouth of the cross street, only feel the cold.

The old Dao said, "It seems that there is a wrong, first catch her, and then talk about it."

Say, he handed me the dust in his hand, and motioned for Xiao Bai to take the spell in his hand, ready to quietly go around to the back to receive Nguyen Xiaoqing.

I know that the old Daoist gave me this Buddha dust to give me a protection, and it is strange to say that there is Buddha dust in my hand, and my heart is very calm.

When we quietly went around, the feet of the small clear foot have been out of the stone with flying sand, it seems that she is angry to the point, a gust of wind on the road of garbage paper scraps rolling around, the pavement on both sides of the street is also blown off.

At this time, Xiao Bai did not forget to turn back to me and say: "Tomorrow, be careful, don't forget to follow me."

I nodded, a step behind them.

Only as close as four or five meters away, the old Dao chief and the little white at the same time held the spell in his hand to let him spontaneously ignite.

But the underworld gusts, and the mess that comes with the wind has an impact on them.

At this moment, Nguyen Xiaoqing seemed to feel our presence, and she turned around with a cold snoring.

With the wind dancing, the small and clear hair was blown to both sides, only to see her original big and watery eyes, at this time only to see the ink-sinking darkness, her black eyes without white eyes, so cold and gloomy look at us.

“It’s up to you.”She smiled and waved her hands.

I don't know how, suddenly feel a piece of the hand, the hand of the dust to fall.

Little Bai and the old Dao Chang have been overwhelmed by the wind, and I hastened to close my eyes and read the Sanskrit Curse.

After repeated learning, my chalice has a certain role, but the only bad thing is that sometimes I can't control the soul and the ashes of the soul.

Zhao Qin once said that I am not good at all times, because my heart is too soft.

At this point, I had to read it in a hurry.

Who knows how to read for a while, the more the wrong thing, the more the Fa-faring things are wrong, the spells that Xiaobai and the old Daoist beat were hidden one by one, and at the same time, I only felt that I had no roots under my feet.

At the bottom, I realized that I was unconsciously floating up: "Little white, save me."

I screamed, and my body was two meters away from the ground, and I could only watch Xiaobai and Lao Daoist constantly attack Nguyen Xiaoqing underground.

The wind seemed to tear my body, and on my face, from time to time something was slapped, and I could not bear how much gray soil I had flown into my mouth, and my body began to turn with the cyclone.

"Tomorrow, next month..." Xiao Bai and Lao Chang shouted to Nguyen Xiaoqing's non-stop spells: "Hold on."

I thought too, but how could I feel so helpless and insatiable.

I wanted to fall to the ground as hard as I could, but my body was like a carousel, which was not under my control at all, and I drifted into the whirlpool, and with the high speed of the vortex, there was a feeling of the whole body bones being pulled apart.

“Ah...”

At the end of the scream of despair, I threw myself to the ground.

It hurt, it hurts to see Venus in my eyes.

No problem, the ground I touched was a smooth tile floor, not a pothole on the street.

“Shut up, are you okay?”A pair of slender hands came up to me.

I was embarrassed, thought I was dreaming, and looked at my own body quickly, but I found myself wearing a pair of small, tattered pink plastic shoes, trousers and clothes are old styles of whitewashed, and my hands and feet, the same thin and small.

"Who am I?"Where is this?”I stood up and my brain was blank.

"You're a jerk, you idiot."The little girl standing in front of me smiled.