The mayor’s face was white: “Hold your mouth!Hold on!You poured dirty water on me!Who am I, your uncle, don’t you know?She is hiding me!”

I looked at him blankly: "I have never been to your village, how can I be so familiar with the affairs of your village?"I tell you, the girl named Zhang Meihua is now riding on your neck, have you felt that your neck is heavy lately?“Is there a problem with the shoulder?”

The mayor’s face was whiter and couldn’t help but touch his neck.

I said, “The girl said, ‘She left the evidence on you.’When you grabbed, she scratched your chest, if you are really innocent, dare to take off your clothes?”

He instinctively guarded his clothes, and Wen looked at him and said, "I don't believe her, uncle, I don't believe her, you still take off your clothes, so you can prove your innocence."

The mayor of Wencun for a while panicked: “I, I am a village chief in my church, will you shout off me?”

Wen changed from his flat face, rushed up to pull open his shirt and show his chest, and there were four scratches that were not yet completely good.

“Animal, I killed you!”Wen jumped up from Ping, the villagers were in a hurry, and Director Chen hurriedly asked people to pull them away.

Stuart gave me a thumbs up in the back, and I was a little proud, looking at the girl riding on the neck of the mayor of Wen, who gave me a grateful smile.

Several policemen looked at me with fear.

The next thing was not up to me, and I estimated that the people of Huilong Village did not dare to come to me and Yao Yao's troubles now, so I took Yao Yao home.

Yao Yao was frightened, and suffered a little skin trauma, should have been hospitalized for two days to observe, but she was afraid that the second aunt came to her trouble again, to return to Nanjing, I gave her some money, bought her a plane ticket, personally sent her on the plane, only to be at ease.

Stu Ling called me and told me that a special task force had been set up in the city to investigate the incident in Long Village, and he would be very busy recently.

I packed up the house, and I was going to close the door early today, but a Taoist came up and down and looked at me: "Little girl, have you been a hell lately?"

I froze for a moment, also began to look at him, his robes are particularly dirty, even the original color can not see clearly, hair on the top of the head, inserted a branch, do not know how long did not wash, oil to wipe the head oil general, the face is also dark, with a long beard, look particularly sloppy.

I don’t know why, I don’t feel good about this priest.

“It is common to do something in our business and encounter something that cannot be explained.”I smiled and said, "Fucking gods, anyway, I saw it and didn't see it."

The Taoist suddenly smiled, and he laughed even more ugly than crying: "Little girl, I see that your face is entangled by a male ghost."A knife on the head of the color letter, even if the male ghost looks better, it is just an illusion, and if you indulge in it, it will inevitably be damaged and killed by him."

I thought to myself, with Zhou Yuhao, not only did I not get sucked away, but more and more spiritual, smart, even strength is much larger.

I suspect I was sucking his breath.

I grinned at him and said, "It's late, I'm going to rest, so I won't talk to you."

After that, he straightened down the door.

“Alas.”There was a sigh outside the door, "Another fool who was fascinated by ghosts."

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and if it had been a month or two ago, the Daoist would have come up with him as my savior, but now I am a little afraid of them.

What I encountered in Huilong Village before was not a dream, and I clearly remember that my forehead absorbed a sharp ghost.

Since then, I have also seen some ghosts, and there are still many ghosts in the street, but there is no such thing as a fire on the forehead.

But I obviously feel that my strength has increased, and I can now use it three times, each time the strength is much larger than before.

I helped the girl named Wen Embroidery, she turned into the spirit into my body to repay me, my forehead will also be Du Chunhua into a spirit, forced absorption?

I am a little worried, maybe Zhou Yuhao chose me, it is not so simple.

I began to wonder if I was a monster.

I don’t even dare to go to the temple now.

Alas.I sighed helplessly, no matter what, the days must pass, I must become stronger as soon as possible, otherwise when I know the truth, I will be very dangerous.

I found the book of the scarf creek left by my grandmother from the clutter.

Opening the cheats, I found that the book recorded a lot of characters, very complete, can be said to be all-encompassing.

The book has requirements for drawing the pen, paper and cinnabar, and the paper sold outside is not useless, but it is not useless to draw the letter, the success rate is particularly low, even if it is successful, the effect is not particularly ideal.

If you want to draw good characters, these things have to be made by yourself.

This letter paper must be made of green bamboo, silkworm cocoons, mulberry skin and several medicinal herbs, and the pigment of the drawing character is not a simple cinnabar, but the cinnabar as the main material, supplemented by more than 20 flavored medicinal materials.

Fortunately, Grandma also left me something, there is a paper box in the box, open it, there is a brush lying inside, the pen is made of the best bamboo, there is also carved in the cloud.

This is a wolf pen, the so-called wolf, that is, the hair on the tail of the weasel, weasel in the northeast, known as the yellow skin fairy, is a spiritual thing.

Grandma said in the note that when she was young, she was entrusted to go to the northeast and catch a harmful yellow skin fairy.

The yellow skin fairy is very powerful, it is said that more than 20 years ago, there is a hatred with this family, and now back to revenge, the family of thirteen people are trapped in the house, to kill one by one.

Grandma and the yellow-skinned fairy fought for three days and three nights, and finally killed it, took the yellow-skin fairy's tail, and made this wolf pen.

This is baby.

Grandma did not leave the paper, the mountain city is a foggy, here the moisture is heavy, the letter paper can not survive for a long time, must do now.

She left a detailed production method.

I went to the Chinese drugstore to buy some of all the materials, now the Chinese medicine is not cheap, so these things actually spent me five or six thousand dollars.

As soon as I got home, I started to beat.

First of all, I made the paper, I will all mash the Chinese herbal medicine, and it took the effort to mix the mashed mucus on the curtain net frame, and then dry it on the balcony, and then press it with heavy weights, tired of sweating.

The production of pigments is more complicated, and every procedure can not be wrong, when I finally boil a large pot of scarlet scarlet water into a small plate of thick juice, the day has dawned.

I spent the night in the kitchen.

I found the old wildebeest box that had been used up before, poured the juice into it, and then it was properly preserved after solidification, and took a small piece of water when it was used.

And those piece of paper still need a few days to dry to form, I went to the wood market to buy some peach wood.

It is better to have a hundred years of peach trees, but there is such a good thing now, and it is good to have a decade.

The peach wood is delicate, the wood body is fragrant, but it is not suitable for furniture, the wood market is used for handicrafts, I picked one, but it is not expensive, 122 cubic meters.

I found a carpenter, asked him to cut me into a piece the size of a peach wood, and then took it home and started drawing the characters.

I chose the simplest exorcism, kept the figure firmly in my heart, and passed it in my head again.

To determine that the program is not missing, I set a fixed, picked up the brush, stained a little paint, closed my eyes, and felt the "gas" in my body.

When I was a child, my grandmother taught me the way to direct my anger, but I have never felt "qi" and have always regarded it as qigong.

However, since then, I have occasionally felt the presence of "qi".

That day, after I absorbed the Du Chunhua, this feeling became more clear.

In accordance with the memory of the method, I guided the "qi" in the body to run a circle, and then through the finger to the tip of the pen, painted on the peach wood.

The scarlet lines walk on the peach wood, all the way unimpeded, the eyes are about to be completed, but at the last time, the "qi" in the body suddenly broke.