Otherworldly Merchant

Man! Sometimes it's weird, last night in danger I couldn't help but pull Li Mazi and run away, not wanting to spend a second in this church. But it was dawn and the danger was lifted, and I was curious about the ghost's identity.

The ghost must have been stuck here for a long time, otherwise the church would not have been able to emit such a strong pubic aura!

And it has repeatedly turned into a red Halo neck, proving that it is not a ghost but a ghost, a ghost attached to the shadow.

Shady traders are naturally curious about shady things, like farmers and land. They want to see how well other people's crops grow in their fields.

It doesn't matter if it's yours or not.

It's a professional habit!

Li Mazi understood my thoughts, and he himself had a great interest in shady things. The two of us were searching around the church right now and eventually found a violin in a dusty suitcase.

Yesterday, when the ghost first appeared, she used the sound of the violin to seduce us, and at this moment, I can feel the pubic violin. The pubic object of the ghost residing is obviously this violin!

But from the outside, there's nothing special about this violin. There are cracks in even several parts of the wooden body. The only thing that interests me is that the four strings of the violin are light red, similar to the rope that Li Mazi used to hang them last night.

Even so, I can't see what kind of doorway the strings have, and I'm disappointed.

Li Mazi pushed me, his eyes turned a circle and asked: "Brother Zhang Jia, this can produce such a fierce Yin Ghost. It must be worth a lot of money. Should we sell it? ”

“Forget it, Cactus Lu is right. Everything has to be ruled out. ”

I sighed, put the violin back where it was and wiped the dust off the surface of the suitcase before leaving with Lee Ma Zi.

On the way back, I noticed that the strangulation marks on Li Ma's neck had disappeared. It only appeared to have a gray mark. This is a normal physiological phenomenon and will disappear in a few days. I am completely relieved.

Upon returning to the hotel, such as Xue and Yin Xinyue saw us, his eyes instantly turned red. Two people cried and thought they'd never see us again, and it took us a while to get them together.

With this happening, we don't have the heart to travel anymore. But considering that Li Mazi and I needed a break, we were prepared to stay for the last day and fly back home.

Unexpectedly, Li Ma's purple strangulation marks on her neck appeared again!

And thicker than it was in the beginning, the thumb-like strangulation marks were filled with rice grain size blisters that bled out as soon as they touched. Li Mazi can't even talk, can't drink water and eat, even swallowing a sip will suffer enormously.

He even typed a line on his phone to show me while Snow was away: "Brother Zhang Jia, I am choking enough this time, you give me a pain! ”

After I've seen the blood drip, I don't know what to do. The neck is different from the rest of the area, and the result is death!

I had no choice but to leave Yoon Xinyue and Ruxue at the hotel again and take Li Mazi to the black church behind. This time, even if Lu Dongbin refused, I had to insist on destroying the ghost.

I took a step back, but she didn't know the evil of life, Li Mazi. I can't swallow that breath!

I met the hotel guy downstairs who reminded me last night that he saw the two of us good, with a thumb up. Guess it's amazing that we can come back from the devil's hands, huh?

I was anxious for Li Mazi's injuries. I just nodded politely and kept walking down.

Unexpectedly, the young man saw the strangulation marks on Li Ma's neck and said in panic: "Your friend is poisoned and must be detoxified quickly, or he will die. ”

He said the oath was that once I knew exactly what the symptoms looked like, I listened to him patiently.

Originally, the church behind the hotel was called the Haunted Castle.

Anyone who's been there will somehow be strangled in their sleep, and then this purple strangulation marks will appear around their neck. Fortunately, there was a shrink nearby who was able to cure the disease, and those who had been recruited were spared.

I was stunned, uncertain, and I said, "You mean, the place is haunted but never dead, right? ”

“Exactly.” The boy nodded.

During the conversation, we introduced ourselves to each other, he was a native Italian, a waitress at a hotel called Mark.

And he said, “Zhang, I know the address of the doctor. Can I take you there? ”

“Thank you then.” I said with some emotion.

And then I got into Mark's car with Li Mazi, and on the way, I kept thinking, "Since the ghost has never killed anyone directly, she's not even a ghost."

Then why did she have to haunt Li Mazi?

Besides, in the morning, the ghost has let Li Mazi go. Why is she suddenly gossiping again? Did something happen here?

I decided to wait for Li Mazi to heal her neck before going to church. If possible, I would help the ghost and settle for a good fortune.

Markmouth's doctor, Paul, lives on a large farm in western Milan, about a dozen miles from the hotel, passing countless bridge crossings. But Mark looked like a light car, walking into Dr. Paul's farm gate, and I quietly asked him how he knew this place so well.

This kid smiled and said that Dr. Paul was his father, I didn't know what to say at the time...

By the time we met Dr. Paul, he was playing golf, a wealthy middle-aged man with a tall nose, obese body, and tiny eyes that glittered. Overall, it's a guy who looks dirty like a rat's predecessor, but is stunning.

It didn't occur to me that Paul could speak fluent Chinese. He was very professional and asked how far Lee Mako's disease had progressed. Not a word about how we mess with the ghosts, what we've been through.

When Li Mazi finished, Dr. Paul asked us to wait, and then he entered the villa himself, not knowing what to do. He came out less than a minute later with a small bowl of blackening paste and a golden bottle of olive oil.

Paul asked Li Mazi to drink the olive oil without a drop, and then applied the dark paste evenly to Li Mazi's strangulation marks.

Through the confidence of their father and son, I thought this thing would work, but I didn't expect it to be so obvious. After wiping it, I listened only to what Paul had read in Italian, and then the strangulation disappeared at a visible rate to the naked eye!

Without an incense of kung fu, Li Mazi would be able to speak.

Of course, I am well aware that this is by no means normal medicine, but no matter how it is cured, there is no need to go to gossip about where people come from.

Considering that I was going to that ghost castle before returning home, I asked Paul about it with a stiff scalp.

He smiled and picked up a cup of coffee and asked, "Friends from China, have you heard of Paganini? ”

“Well, I know it's a great violinist!” I nodded.

For me, Pagnini is just the father of the world's famous violin, and I don't know much more about it than that. But since Paul mentioned him, the violin in that suitcase was probably related to Pagnini!

Unexpectedly Paul, after listening to me, his emotions suddenly stirred up: "No! He doesn't deserve a great word; he's a devil, a complete devil! ”

Turns out Pagnini was initially just a street performer, and his work was not popular with the audience, so he had to follow the violin troupe every day. Later, a young and beautiful violinist fell in love with him and taught Pagnini her excellence.

Pagnini's life has changed dramatically ever since, but the violin he plays is still no match for his lover and master.

Later, Pagnini brutally killed her master, then ripped her open and made four strings of violin out of her intestines.

The music that came out of Pagnilla seemed like a magic trick that intoxicated the world and kept getting all kinds of accolades.

In his later years, Pagnini suffered from a severe mental illness and eventually let go. During his stay, he told the truth about what was happening to those around him and expressed his repentance. The title of the Pagnini devil gradually spread out...

I heard all this sour in my heart and felt worthless for the master. I don't understand what kind of attitude Pugnini had when he killed his loved one.

No wonder the female violinist has a ghost.

But even if she was angry, she would control her heart at the last minute and never take her life.

“You want to help her?” Paul asked with interest.

At this moment, although we are unclear, we all understand that the other party is eating this bowl of rice, and everything goes without saying.

I just nodded and smiled and said, "Shouldn't we help? ”

“Good luck, my dear friend, and good luck to her. ”

Paul Haha smiled, and I came with a hug, and then he turned around and started to tumble up on the farm.

When I left, I gave Mark a piece of jade that I had carried with me for many years. This jade was asked for by my grandfather in his lifetime, and he was able to avoid the scourge of victimization, and Mark had no excuses, so he put it away generously.

It makes me sincerely willing to be friends with these fathers and sons!

Back at the hotel, it was already dark. In order not to let Ruxue and Yin Xinyue worry, Li and I bypassed the hotel and went directly to the church. We were going to lure the ghost out and ask her what her obsession was?

Unexpectedly, when I approached the church door, I smelled a stench that smelled exactly like the first time we saw a ghost. Li Mazi also felt unusual, because if there was no one in the church, the ghost wouldn't naturally appear, but if there was someone, who would it be? After all, the locals were afraid to come in.

We didn't turn on the flashlight and sneaked forward as we entered the door.

I heard someone talking, speaking Chinese, and it sounded like I'd heard it somewhere.

Because they are too far apart and their voices are too low, we can only understand the approximate meaning. This Chinese man actually threatened the ghost, making sure to haunt Li Mazi again, or else she would be scattered!

“Fuck you, I want to see who you are! ”

As soon as Li Mazi heard this, she couldn't bear to jump up and jump at the shadow.

My teeth are itchy, too. I can't believe my own countrymen are counting me abroad. What the fuck is this?

If you forget it once or twice, it's been in the other side's calculations since we entered Milan.

When they heard the noise, they raised their flashlights and shone at us. After seeing us, they obviously stunned for a moment, and then stopped caring about the ghost and turned around and ran back to the church. When Li Mazi and I caught up, the man was gone. He ran faster than a rabbit.

But when we were ready to leave, Li Mazi stepped on a hard object and looked down to a domestic phone.

I quickly opened it and looked at it. I wanted to find a little trace of it from my phone, but I discovered that his most recent phone records were...