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Not to mention the high battle at the scene at this time, even Dou Dabao and I, together with Wang Xizhen, were dumbfounded when they saw this strange scene through the video, and their scalps were numb.

However, the next moment, an even more strange scene appeared.

The baby stretched out a finger stained with mucus and blood and swiped it in front of him.

It was like a person standing in front of a mirror and writing on the mirror with his hands.

But the picture was taken in real time with the mobile phone camera, and it can be clearly seen that there is no one in front of the 'mirror', not even the image of the photographer himself.

There was only an ugly and strange baby, as if he was drawing in a mirror, and while he was drawing, he was still facing the direction of the camera, baring a mouthful of teeth that only adults have, and showing an eerie smile!

With the baby's movements, an entrained bloodstained silhouette soon appeared on the mirror.

It's just a few strokes, like a two- or three-year-old child's graffiti.

But this 'graffiti' can be easily recognized, it is a person's avatar. And we all know him.

"It's Jinghai!" Dou Dabao couldn't help but whisper.

I could only nod my head subconsciously, although the baby's head painting could not be simpler, but it was extremely expressive. A 'graffiti' that is not even a stick figure is recognizable at a glance, and the person in the painting is Jinghai!

"Ah......h

Suddenly, there was a high-pitched scream on the other end of the phone.

Gao Zhan seemed to be frightened, his hand trembled, and his mobile phone fell to the ground.

"Let's see how Jinghai is!" I was in a hurry to say it out loud.

Although the strange cry was short, I could already hear that it was from Jinghai.

There was a little fear in the screams, and more so anger that it was difficult to imagine what had happened to the other side through the sound.

After a mess, the phone was picked up, and Gao Zhan's face appeared on the screen.

"The old guy seems to have gone crazy all of a sudden, and ran out!" Gao Zhan gasped and said, then turned the camera to the lookout window.

The window has been restored to its original state, and through the glass, you can see the scene in the hallway. But there are no mirrors, no babies and no scribbles......

My heart was like lightning, and I said to Gao Zhan: "It's okay, you can withdraw." ”

Seeing that I hung up the phone, Wang Xizhen couldn't help but ask me: "What the hell is going on?" ”

I barely squeezed out a smile, "Jinghai originally wanted to be reincarnated by the yin fetus of the four yin lives, but she was taken first. The Lord didn't know how long he had been a ghost, and Jinghai was no match for him at all. ”

Dou Dabao swallowed his saliva, "Is that the painter?" ”

"Who else but him?" As for artists, I never understood what kind of existence it was. There is not even a record of a painter or painter in the ghost arts.

At the moment when I delivered and rescued the baby in Shilidian before, I heard the painter's voice and knew that he had already occupied the four yin lives, but I didn't expect that he could have such a creepy ability after reincarnation.

"What do we do now?" Wang Xizhen asked.

Dou Dabao smiled: "What else can I do?" The old monk was deflated and had to come back here. Let's do things according to the rules, and then send him a message. ”

He glanced at me and raised his chin at Wang Xizhen, "Go and burn the 'ladder', let the old girl Jinghai ascend to Bliss as soon as possible." ”

"Don't mess around." I glared at him, nodded at Wang Xizhen, picked up the paper ladder, and lit a candle when I walked into the courtyard.

On the seventh day after death, the soul returns home, on the one hand, to visit the loved ones who are missing, and on the other hand, to make a final parting.

This day is often referred to as the first seven, also known as the night of the soul.

On the night of the first seven days, the relatives prepared a meal, and when it was time to wait, they burned the 'ladder' tied with paper. After visiting their loved ones, the deceased soul will no longer have any concerns, and will follow the 'ladder' to the place where it should go.

It is said that Wang Xizhen sent it for Jinghai, and the ladder should have been burned by him, but tonight was an exception. He treats me well, and I don't want to get into trouble for him.

Wang Xizhen was a little stunned, but suddenly clenched his left hand suddenly, raised his head and looked in the direction of the door, "It's here!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the lanterns and candles on both sides were blown and swayed.

The wind stopped suddenly, and before the candle flame could stabilize, it began to shrink sharply, and in the blink of an eye, all the candle flames shrank like soybeans.

Moreover, the lanterns hanging on both sides have turned dark green!

"Bang dang!"

The courtyard gate seemed to have been slammed from the outside by something heavy.

Wang Xizhen glanced at me, folded his hands, and bowed to the door: "Master, you are back." ”

Before he could finish speaking, his expression froze, and he couldn't even straighten his waist, just staring at the ground at the door in horror.

Following his gaze, he saw a row of chicken claw-shaped marks gradually appearing on the floured ground!

"How so?" Wang Xizhen came back to his senses and subconsciously leaned over to me.

I said, "The first seven souls are also called Hui Shen, relying on the God of Suffering, also known as the God of Chicken Feet." The so-called guiding light is not to guide the way for the dead soul itself, but to welcome the god of calamity. When the god of calamity arrived, the souls of the deceased returned. ”

I lit a cigarette, took a puff, raised my voice to the door, and said, "Master, I've been waiting for you for a while. Now that we're back, let's show up according to our agreement. ”

"It's good to be here." A voice that was neither yin nor yang came, and then I saw Jinghai in a leather coat appear at the door.

The old monk's dress was still so funny, but he stared at me with a cold expression.

I flicked the cigarette ash and said, "It turns out that the master has gone immortal, so I don't know, what we said earlier still counts?" ”

"Count, of course count." Jing Hai smiled coldly, and slowly walked forward, with each step, there was an extra chicken claw mark not far in front of him.

"So what are you waiting for? Come with us. Dou Dabao said that the person had retreated to the coffin in the house, squinting at the dead body in the coffin.

"Hey, hey, hey......" Jinghai laughed strangely, but his eyes were still staring at me, "Everyone is dead, and the stinky skin is useless." Don't worry, what the Buddha said never counts, and I will definitely go with you. But ......"

Jing Hai suddenly smiled and said ruthlessly: "Before that, we have to discuss it again." ”

I smiled while smoking: "Hehe, you can just say what conditions you have." ”

Jinghai slowly narrowed her eyes, looked at me and said:

"You know, I'm a ghost now, and it's not convenient to go anywhere. It's better to let the Buddha and I get on your body, then I can go with you to save your friends. ”