Otherworldly Merchant

Turns out he suddenly felt a sore voice the other day and had a little trouble talking.

I initially thought my throat was inflamed, but taking some medication didn't work, and my condition got worse and worse, I couldn't even eat. It's even more painful to sleep, like someone dying to pinch his neck, having trouble breathing and being woken up in his sleep several times!

He went to the hospital and didn't find anything, but the symptoms got worse and worse. He had trouble eating and sleeping. He was not mentally conscious. He had frequent errors in his work and had been criticized several times by his superiors.

He had no choice but to take a long vacation and seek medical attention everywhere.

But running all over many major hospitals is still ineffective, not even knowing what the cause is!

Someone heard him say that there seemed to be ghosts pinching him in the middle of the night, thought he was under too much work pressure and had persecution hallucinations, so he was advised to go to a psychologist.

It can be diagnosed by a psychiatrist and everything is fine.

In fact, he himself knows better that this is by no means a psychological problem, the real thing is that there are ghosts strangling him, just wanting his life!

He thinks something dirty might have happened to him.

Over the next period, he didn't even dare return home, looking for temple views to borrow.

At first, it worked.

But then, living in the temple is no good either. Every time he falls asleep, his neck is tight. Every time he wakes up alive, his mouth gasps for a while...

There was no way to go on like this. Later, he heard a champion introduce, saying that Wuhan had a master Zhang, who was good at handling all kinds of shady objects, so he rushed over.

Originally, in his days, he also found many so-called exorcism monks, ghost warlords, etc., but the money was not expensive, but the problem remained unresolved. What kind of spirit jade he bought at a great price, Peach Wood Sword were all useless.

He came to me with an attitude to try and get into the doctor's office.

But the tight strain on my neck disappeared as soon as I got to my store door!

It was almost evening when he arrived, and he couldn't find me or dare to stay at the hotel, so he simply fell asleep in front of the antique store.

Who knows, it was a sweet night to sleep.

The ghost neck strangulation disorder that occurs every midnight does not have an episode. On such a cold winter night, he slept peacefully until he woke up by Li Mazi.

At first, he thought that Li Mazi was Master Zhang and asked him for help.

Li Mazi told him that Master Zhang is gone and I can't find him yet. Come back in a few days.

But where's this guy Ken?

He feared that once he left here, he would be strangled alive by that weird thing, and he would never wake up again. So he begged Li Mazi to agree to let him stay in front of the store.

Li Mazi saw him so politely, he couldn't help but nod and promise.

So he stayed in front of the door for four or five days, until I got back, and that's all.

After hearing his account, I also found it strange.

Being strangled by ghosts in your sleep is obviously evil, and it's also common, and it's easy to handle.

Don't say that Master Gao, even some new witches can crack a lot of folk dirt, but how can he find so many people back and forth, it doesn't work at all?

Is it true that he didn't provoke the usual ghost?

Those so-called exorcists and ghost preachers could not restrain themselves at all, but my grandfather laid out a method of formation in this shop. No matter what kind of demon dared to approach, he was able to live in peace.

That's quite a hassle to say.

But just in time, I can practice my hand and improve it as soon as possible.

I asked him to wait here and go back to the back room and draw some spells against the Scriptures.

I put a spell on the back of his chest, pinched my fingers and drank loudly, and the eight spells lit up a golden ray and shone it all at him.

Suddenly, a black smoke of fine cow hair emerged from his sweat pores, as if his whole body had been lit.

Of course, neither Yuwenmeng nor Li Mazi can see this change.

My face grew heavier, and neither of them dared to intervene.

After each black smoke came out, it all turned into a human face, with hundreds of them!

Grandpa laid out a very fierce method of formation, these black cigarettes were wiped out as soon as they were dispersed, scattered as invisible.

But this intertwined black smoke is not the spirit itself, it is just a lingering gloom on its body, there is no consciousness at all, there is no knowledge of the existence of the law of formation, it still emerges gradually, and disappears instantly without a trace.

Black smoke passed away in a flash, but I had learned his cause. What he was getting into was not something ordinary, but a thousand spirits!

In other words, it's not just one ghost, it's thousands of them! No wonder he couldn't get rid of the people he'd been looking for.

One thing these spirits have in common is that there are no old or weak women or children, all young or strong men! And each with a sudden death, most likely a soldier in the army.

According to the Book of the Shadow, the Thousand Souls are also divided into many kinds, such as this kind of brawl composed of martial arts graduates, which is not only extremely difficult to refine, but also difficult to manipulate.

Because even though these martial arts graduates have long been killed, their last heart of resentment was the same: the mountains broke down and the country died.

It's true, it's true, it's true, it's true!

Even if a thousand souls are created, it will never be possible to disobey the will of these dead souls, unless… they are inflicted on those whom they share a common resentment.

In that case, it's even weirder.

Yuwen dreams are about my age, how can they be enemies of these dead souls?

Where does this thousand-soul hate come from? Why did it fall on him?

“Brother Zhang, what's wrong?” Li Mazi was shocked to see me for half a day. She didn't say a word. She thought something had happened to me. She was worried and asked softly.

“It's okay.” I whispered back, turning to Yuwen's dream: "Your symptoms are very common and well handled. I have a spell here that you can put back on your pillow and keep you safe for seven days. In these seven days, I will do something else to help you resolve them. ”

After listening to Yuwenmeng, the surprise crossed two steps in a row, his hands took the spell, saying thank you while kneeling down.

I held onto him and said, "It's not wrong, but kneeling down when you can't move is not a good habit. You should also think about why you're messing with this filthy thing! ”

My tone reversed the previous calm and revealed an infinite aura, as if to see through his heart.